My System is Too Overpowered

At the occupied resource points, the atmosphere was tense.

Cultivators dressed in blue robes strolled around lazily, their faces filled with arrogance. Occasionally, they cast mocking glances at the villagers bound tightly in ropes, treating them like worthless prisoners.

"Senior Brother, from now on, this Spirit Vein belongs to our Wind Cloud Village," said a young man with a sharp face, his tone dripping with pride.

"Hmph! Not just this Spirit Vein—all their resource points will be ours soon!" the senior brother replied with a smug grin.

"Haha! Indeed! And it's all thanks to you, Senior Brother!"

"Of course," the senior brother said, puffing out his chest. "It's only natural for someone as talented as me."

As the two laughed and boasted, a sudden voice interrupted them.

"Don't get too full of yourselves!"

They turned to see a young man dressed in green robes. His cultivation had been sealed, yet his eyes burned with defiance.

"You lot just wait! Our village will send a team soon, and they'll reclaim this place!"

The Wind Cloud cultivators paused, glancing at each other before bursting into laughter.

"Reclaim this place? With what strength?" the senior brother sneered. "Currently, your village is being attacked by the Wolf King who has reached the Early-Fusion Realm. Do you think your measly village will be able to stop a fusion realm expert."

But deep in the distance, a shadow approached—fast and unstoppable.

Suddenly, a terrified shout broke the air.

"Senior Brother! Quick, look over there!"

The senior brother turned, his confident expression fading.

Boom…

In the distance, a massive warship appeared, cutting through the sky with thunderous roars. The sound of battle cries echoed, growing louder and louder, filled with determination and fighting spirit.

Onboard the warship, powerful figures leaped into the air, their auras radiating a terrifying pressure that made the air itself seem heavy.

"Everyone, listen up!" Ye Liang's voice roared across the battlefield. "Kill all the intruders! Leave no one alive!"

The Wind Cloud disciples trembled.

"H-How is this possible? A Refinement Stage powerhouse is leading them!" one of them stammered.

"Didn't the Wolf King attack their village? How could they recover so quickly?"

The senior brother, who had been boasting moments ago, now stood frozen. His face had turned pale, fear and despair creeping into his eyes.

"W-What's going on…?" he muttered, barely able to breathe.

Boom!

The warships arrived, and with them came chaos.

Screams echoed. Wails filled the air.

The once peaceful resource point had become a bloody battlefield.

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Wind Cloud Village.

Inside the ancient and elegant Great Hall, the air buzzed with excitement.

The Wind Cloud Village Leader and the core senior members knelt respectfully before an old man seated on a grand chair. His long white beard flowed down his chest, and his sharp eyes gleamed with power.

"Congratulations, Father, on breaking through to the mid-stage Fusion Realm!" the Village Leader said with a deep bow. "With your strength, we will soon unite all the villages in this domain."

The old man stroked his beard, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Indeed. It's about time everyone knew about my presence."

Suddenly.

The entire hall erupted in an uproar.

The faces of the Village Leader and the elders flushed with excitement.

This is it! they thought. With Father's power, our Wind Cloud Village will soon rule over all the others. The North Star Sect will grant us endless opportunities!

The room buzzed with dreams of power and glory.

But just as they were imagining their bright future—

Far away in the sky, a shadow appeared.

It was a man.

An extremely handsome man with black hair cascading down to his waist. His sharp red eyes gleamed like rubies, cold and piercing.

The air grew still.

The figure stood tall in the sky, looking down at the Wind Cloud Village as if he owned it.

[Ding! Sign-in successful. Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Battle God Fist and Profound Mastery!]

Ma Jeong's eyes lit up. A wide grin spread across his face as excitement filled his heart.

What perfect timing, he thought.

In the harsh world of cultivators, strength was everything. There were prodigies who could fight across realms, and now, Ma Jeong had gained something that would let him do exactly that.

The rewards from this sign-in were no ordinary treasures. They were extraordinary—top-tier divine techniques and abilities.

The Battle God Fist was a divine fist technique known for its overwhelming destructive power. Every punch carried unstoppable force, capable of crushing everything in its path. It truly deserved its reputation as a top-tier divine technique.

But what thrilled Ma Jeong even more was the Profound Mastery ability.

With it, he didn't even need to train. His understanding and control over any divine technique, including the Battle God Fist, would grow naturally—passively increasing without effort.

No training, yet endless growth? Truly, a divine ability.

Ma Jeong clenched his fists, feeling the surge of newfound power.

"Now, let's see who dares to stand in my way."

Ma Jeong stood tall, his long black hair swaying in the wind, red eyes glowing faintly with power.

Just as he was about to move, he sensed several strong auras rushing toward him.

Moments later, the Wind Cloud Village Leader stepped out from the Great Hall, followed by the village's top elders. Their expressions were tense.

Leading them was an old man with a long white beard, his face dark and cold. His aura was powerful—Mid-Stage Fusion Realm. He narrowed his eyes at Ma Jeong, sensing that the young man's cultivation was equal to his own.

The Wind Cloud Village Leader forced a polite smile and asked,"May I ask what brings you to my Wind Cloud Village?"

But deep inside, his heart skipped a beat the moment his eyes landed on Ma Jeong.

This face… it couldn't be.

The young man before him looked exactly like the renowned prodigy from the North Star Sect decades ago. Back then, that genius shocked the entire Blue Wind Domain by reaching the Fusion Stage at only twenty years old.

He remembered how the whole Blue Wind Domain had talked about him. But soon after, rumours spread that the prodigy had suffered a terrible accident, lost all his cultivation, and was later expelled from the North Star Sect.

It was said that the fallen genius came to Wind Cloud Village for seclusion, disappearing from the world.

But now, seeing this youthful figure, his cultivation fully recovered, the Wind Cloud Village Leader didn't know how to react.

If it had been any other time, the Wind Cloud Village Leader would have trembled in fear and knelt without hesitation.

But today, he stood tall.

His gaze shifted to the calm old man beside him—Mung Yunhai, his father and the village's true powerhouse. With Yunhai here, his heart settled.

Turning back to Ma Jeong, the Village Leader asked confidently,"Father, what do you think of the situation now?"

Mung Yunhai stepped forward, his long white beard swaying slightly. His voice was cold and deep,"I am Mung Yunhai. Tell me, why are you here?"

Ma Jeong let out a faint smile. His eyes gleamed with sharpness as he replied,"Playing dumb, are we? You dared to seize the territory of my village—territory under my protection? For that... Wind Cloud Village will cease to exist today."

The words hit like thunder.

The air grew cold.

Mung Yunhai's face darkened instantly."Junior, how dare you!" he roared.

But Ma Jeong only smirked, his voice dripping with mockery."Old man, shut up. You're already halfway to the grave, and you still dare talk back?"

The taunt stung.

Yunhai's face turned bright red with fury. With a loud roar, he raised his hand. The air trembled.

"Die!"

In the blink of an eye, a massive green hand formed in the sky.

It radiated powerful wood essence, its size enough to block out the sun. The force it carried could have crushed the Wolf King a hundred times over.

The hand came crashing down toward Ma Jeong with overwhelming might.

The entire Wind Cloud Village held its breath.

Ma Jeong stood still.

He didn't flinch, didn't step back.

As the massive green hand came crashing down, Ma Jeong calmly lifted his fist and punched forward.

A powerful wave of energy surged from his body, releasing a terrifying aura that made everyone present shudder.

Boom!

The green hand, as large as a mountain, shattered instantly upon impact. It burst into countless starlights, cascading beautifully through the sky.

The scene was breathtaking.

But no one admired it.

Fear filled their faces.

Even Mung Yunhai's expression turned grim. He couldn't believe what he had just seen.

That attack wasn't his strongest, but it held immense power. Yet, Ma Jeong had destroyed it effortlessly.

To do that… he must be just as strong as him.

Mung Yunhai gritted his teeth, forcing a confident smile."I admit, your talent is extraordinary. But talent means nothing in actual combat!"

His voice echoed through the ruins.

"Now, take this—my strongest attack! Green Wood Divine Palm!"

The sky darkened.

A hundred thousand thick green vines twisted together, blotting out the heavens. They formed a colossal green hand, much larger and more powerful than before.

It descended like doom itself, aiming straight for Ma Jeong.

But Ma Jeong didn't even blink.

"Hmph, petty tricks."

He raised his fist.

A golden glow erupted from it, shining brighter than the sun.

With a single punch, a golden beam of light burst out, roaring forward with unstoppable force.

"Battle God Fist!"

The golden beam collided with the Green Wood Divine Palm.

In an instant, the massive green hand was crushed—obliterated without resistance.

But the golden beam didn't stop.

It continued forward, swallowing Mung Yunhai, the Wind Cloud Village Leader, and every elder in its path.

The beam showed no sign of slowing.

It surged toward the heart of Wind Cloud Village, where cultivators and residents trembled, watching their doom approach.

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens.

When the dust finally settled, Ma Jeong stared at the scene before him—his jaw dropping.

The entire Wind Cloud Village had been reduced to ruins.

Not a single soul remained.