At Middle Age, the System Won't Let Me Yield Anymore

For ten years, Xu Guanshan gave his very best to this grassroots Martial Arts Bureau—all in the name of "the greater good." The cultivation arts? He yielded them. The medicines? He yielded them. Even the provincial tournament championship reward, the one he had fought for while dragging along a body full of old injuries, they demanded he yield as well. "Old Xu, give way just one more time," they said. "The road ahead is still long." But if he gave way one more time, his road in the martial arts would be severed for good. Staring at the leader's familiar smiling face, Xu Guanshan slowly straightened his back. "This spot—I won't yield it." In that moment, he heard a voice sound in his mind: Anti-Weakness System, activated. Middle age is not the age to resign yourself to fate. It is the time when a man's bones are at their hardest.