"*Sigh* Master Che how tall is the sky?" A mysterious old man held a picture of his master surrounded by food during a great feast. Looking up to the sky, the mysterious old man saw a green shooting star rising from the horizon. It grew from a twinkle to a giant blazing orb shooting straight towards the mysterious old man.
"Save me Master Che!" The mysterious old man screamed while holding up the picture of his master over his face.
The ground split and vomited into the air fifty billion tons of earth and dust beyond the clouds. A ravine one hundred miles long, and ten miles wide left a smoking scar of burning earth and molten lava in the wake of the shooting green star.
"Master Che's is truly benevolent," the mysterious old man spoke while looking down into the ravine that missed him by a hairs breath, "I will brew Master Che's Calming Tea in honor of this auspicious event."
"Ouch," Alan complained while pushing a boulder off his chest.
"A true martial master can weather any strike as easy as rain falls from the sky," System spoke while helping brush dirt off Alan's clothes, "You're lucky you had enough martial system points to withstand that strike."
"Who would've guessed I'd earn the exact thing needed to survive certain death at the very last moment," Alan rolled his eyes.
"The odds of surviving a nova fist is--"
"Impossibly low," Alan interrupted System.
"A octa-nono-hepta-quadra-billionth of a percent," System gasped with hands over his face to imitate shock.
"Do you really need to put so much emphasis on how important one punch is," Alan groaned.
"My knowledge is deep and wide as an ocean," System kept speaking while ignoring Alan, "The history of the nova fist is written in the blood of countless immortals."
"I don't need a 10 chapter history lesson to understand that one punch was strong," Alan spoke while covering System's mouth with his hand, "and if those people were immortal, they would still be alive."
"Did you see that mysterious old man you flew past? I wonder who that mysterious old man is? Why would a mysterious old man be out here?" System pondered.
"Please stop saying 'mysterious old man', it's giving me a headache," Alan spoke while massaging his temples, "I haven't told you any of my goals to avoid senseless obstacles. Now you've gone and planted a flag."
"The clan you create will need to unite under a fearsome banner that causes your enemies to piss themselves while fleeing in terror from it's might," System spoke with attempted sage-like tone.
"Planting a flag wasn't meant literally," Alan complained.
"Why are you running so fast? You look terrible. Can you even breathe?" System asked while floating next to Alan as he ran.
"Stop talking," Alan wheezed, "Your words only invite trouble."
"You should eat some of that three century old ginseng candy. It will give you energy." System spoke while pointing at Alan's waist pouch.
"Fuck you," Alan responded.
"There's no reason to get angry at me. You'll be calmer after you eat. Hunger can make anyone violent," System responded.
As Alan opened his mouth to speak, multiple loud roars interrupted him.
"Master Alan, you're surrounded. Which beasts are foolish enough to challenge a martial master such as yourself!"
"Stop calling me a martial master. I'm not a martial artist," Alan yelled at the System.
Multiple sets of glowing eyes stared back at Alan as the beasts stepped out from the shadows of the thick foliage.
"*Gasp* They are mist tigers, and there are nine of them."
"Ten," Alan retorted.
"One, two, three, nine," System counted, "Only nine mist tigers. You won't be able to complete the mission of killing ten mist tigers today. It's extremely rare to see more than one mist tiger in the same area. They are solitary and territorial. They only group together when there isn't enough food to hunt stronger prey. They must have smelled the three hundred year old ginseng candy you're carrying."
"If I knew I was carrying Chekhov's gun in my pocket, I would have thrown these crappy candies away," Alan complained.
"I have not heard of such an immortal, nor of any item," System responded.
Three mist tigers dashed left, and Alan dodged to the left.
"You're moving in the wrong direction," System shouted at Alan.
"That depends on which perspective you're looking at this from," Alan responded.
"You should be running towards the danger, like the badass you are," System spoke while pumping his fists.
A deafening roar made Alan tumble. A massive shadow leapt into the sky with heaven ripping unbreakable claws.
"Master Alan, Look out! The claws are coated with odorless colorless undetectable incurable poison," System shouted while pointing.
Alan rolled his eyes while slowly rolling his body once on the ground to avoid the strike.
"How did you come to the conclusion of poisoned claws without any evidence," Alan asked while tumbling out of the way of another strike, "Constantly escalating the sense of inescapable danger without clear reasoning and motive is mindless attrition against holding interest in what's happening."
Alan's body glowed green as he swatted away the mist tigers like flies chasing honey.
"*Ding* Martial skill - Force Displacement has leveled up to level eleven. You are on your way to becoming a peerless martial master with the skill [temporary placeholder]," System cheered Alan on.
"How did 'Novice Level' skill change to level eleven skill level? How did you forget the name of the skill while saying it one second ago? Do you even understand continuity, or quality versus quantity?" Alan bombarded System with questions.
The nine mist tigers encircled Alan to prevent all thoughts of escape, and a tenth larger mist tiger prowled into the ring with Alan. It's body was three times larger than the other mist tigers and covered in scars from claiming its alpha title.
"Master Alan, it's the twin tail mist tiger everyone claimed extinct."