I Knocked Half the Martial World Flying

Shen Ye had a nickname in the Jiangcheng martial arts circle: "0.3". Until that day, a 200-pound fatty rushed up and punched him in the stomach... Shen Ye didn't fight back; his hands were still in his pockets. The fatty's wrist bone broke. Later he understood his ability: The more certain others are that they can kill you, the more severely they get hurt. But no one told him the other half... There is a register in this world. If your name is on it, you are a person; if not, no matter how long you train, you're still a 0.3. Shen Ye is not on the register. Every punch he takes, his bones harden a bit; and every punch he takes, he drifts further from existence. Because what this world remembers is always names, not fists. His master swept floors for thirty years, saving up to write his name on it. Half a month ago, his master headed north, taking that 3,700-mile abandoned national highway. Shen Ye carried the bald broom his master left behind and set up a sign: Free beatings. No fighting back, no blocking, no using qi. He has six days to make forty-four people genuinely remember him. Otherwise, the second he steps into the first pass of Beiting, he will become someone who never existed. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Knocked Half the Martial World Flying — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠