"What's going on here? Dating someone now requires a martial arts contest? Are we in the age of 'challenging for marriage through martial arts'? This is so outdated."
"Exactly!!! Isn't this just making things difficult for us?"
“Miss Zhang, we live in a rule of law society. If there's any danger, just have your bodyguards handle it. Besides, there are also the police.”
"Hahaha-------------You guys are really hard to please. Miss Zhang isn't after your family's assets, given that her family's wealth far exceeds yours. And it's just a sparring match with Miss Zhang. What would you do to protect her if there's danger and her bodyguards aren't around? Use your words?"
"Cui Boxing, you're so full of it, standing there talking without a care! You think practicing a few years of sanda gives you the right to do whatever you want?"
"Watch your mouth, or we can have a little match right now."
"Hmph, you're just relying on your martial arts skills thinking you're undefeated? Young people, don't be too cocky!!!"
"Isn't that what being young is all about?"
The younger generation chattered noisily.
They were tempted.
But most of them weren't stupid.
Zhang Naixi had a reputation in the military.
She was a fierce person.
Even more ruthless than the average tough guy!
However, hotheaded individuals can be found anywhere.
Soon, a few fearless second-generation rich kids emerged.
After all, they saw that Zhang Naixi was a woman.
And a super gorgeous one at that.
They thought she'd be easy to bully.
"Hehehe--------Miss Zhang, is what you said true?"
A rather lecherous-looking second-generation rich kid walked to the center of the party.
He looked like a seasoned troublemaker.
His hair was slick with product, and he looked greasy,
his steps unstable.
He had done his fair share of bad deeds.
This second-generation rich kid had the intention of seizing the opportunity.
Ignoring his father's objections,
he resolutely took the lead as the first to step forward.
Zhang Naixi glanced at him and then smiled.
"I, Zhang Naixi, am a woman of my word. If I say something, it's as good as done. You can rest assured."
The rather plump second-generation rich kid instinctively revealed a lecherous smile but quickly composed himself.
His fat hands rubbed together.
"Hehehe-----With that said, I feel much better."
"However, Miss Zhang, are you sure you want to fight me wearing that?"
"Maybe you should change your outfit, and I'll wait for you."
This lecherous second-generation rich kid was very considerate of her 'wardrobe.'
Not that he cared about Zhang Naixi.
But when he faced off with Zhang Naixi,
if there was an accidental wardrobe malfunction or something,
and he didn't get a chance to enjoy the sight,
while everyone else around did,
then it would be a huge loss.
He just couldn't let that happen.
Zhang Naixi looked at her gown, which indeed wasn't very practical for combat, but for dealing with this lecherous second-generation rich kid,
it was more than enough.
Zhang Naixi gave a polite smile, "Thank you for your concern, but no need."
"No need?"
The lecherous second-generation rich kid was confused.
He couldn't just take advantage of being a man
with more ease of movement to bully a woman, could he?
Besides, he was stacked with fat, at least 200 pounds!
Dealing with a woman weighing about 100 pounds,
wasn't that a total walkover?
"Alright, then I'll let you punch me first, to be fair."
The lecherous second-generation rich kid was a man of his word.
"Sure," Zhang Naixi smiled and didn't refuse.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength,
she delivered a straight punch directly towards the lecherous second-generation rich kid's jaw.
As the heavy punch was thrown,
Even the air seemed to crack with a sonic boom!!!!
Act quickly when it counts.
Zhu Daqiang's smug face was instantly contorted.
A few teeth flew out.
The world spun.
A blank mind.
His body fell backwards, hitting the floor with a dull thud---------a heavy sound.
Zhu Daqiang regretted it to death.
He had originally thought that even if Zhang Naixi hit him once,
nothing serious would happen.
Who could have imagined the situation escalated.
The seemingly delicate and frail young beauty unleashed strength that surpassed Mike Tyson.
One punch, and you meet God.
When facing suitors,
Zhang Naixi usually doesn't hold back.
If you can't even beat me,
how dare you say you want to marry me?
Aren't you embarrassed?
And if you do manage to beat her,
it means you're getting married.
Zhang Naixi currently has no intention of getting married.
"What the hell?!?! One punch and he's out?"
"Oof!!!! Luckily, luckily, I didn’t rush up, Zhu Daqiang took the hit for me."
"Good Lord! Even if I could somehow beat her, marrying her would mean potential domestic abuse, right?"
"Uh, what-----how did he go down that fast? Totally pathetic."
"Stop speculating, if you guys think you've got what it takes, just go up there instead of yapping."
"That pile of fat on Zhu Daqiang's body was all for nothing!! Totally embarrassing for us men, heh...tui---------"
"Didn't you hear the sonic boom in the air when Miss Zhang swung her fist?"
"So what? I just feel the floor is a bit slippery today."
Those eager to die have already stepped forward.
Some are still watching.
Chit-chatting costs nothing.
Most people are thinking about letting others go first.
That way, they can exhaust Zhang Naixi’s strength,
and they can swoop in for the easy win.
These young men haven’t given up on their “training” because of Zhu Daqiang’s fall.
Since ancient times, heroes have difficulty resisting the allure of beauties.
Victory is within reach.
A few more hotheads are ready to lead the charge.
And not long after,
they ended up in a similar situation as Zhu Daqiang.
One of them was even worse off.
His face got beaten out of shape.
There was also that rich second-generation who had practiced a few years of kickboxing.
He was beaten quite badly.
"Is there anyone else? If so, wait for me, I need to change my clothes."
Zhang Naixi looked at the group of rich second-generation men, now frozen in shock.
Their eyes were wide like bronze bells.
There were still wet bloodstains on the ground.
Zhang Naixi's dainty fist also had some blood on it.
But that wasn't hers.
As for the dress,
not a drop of blood was splattered on it.
Oof!!!!!
Tao Xiaoyi couldn't help but take a deep breath.
His legs subconsciously clamped together.
For some reason,
he felt a strange ache in his balls.
Zhang Naixi, unfazed by the strength of men,
has completely refreshed Tao Xiaoyi's perception of beautiful women.
Initially, he was bewitched by her looks. She had the figure, she had the face.
But now,
Tao Xiaoyi was finally waking up from his dream.
Not to mention whether he could beat Zhang Naixi or not,
even if he managed to marry her,
if Zhang Naixi wasn’t in a good mood, any domestic abuse would leave him with no place to seek justice.
Knowing his father’s personality,
he would definitely side with his daughter-in-law.
Even if Zhang Naixi was wrong,
his father would unconditionally choose to support her.
The reason is simple.
Zhang Naixi’s family is the Zhang family.
An untouchable presence.
Besides, they haven’t even gotten together yet.
"Huff huff--------"
Tao Xiaoyi looked relieved and patted her chest.
Xu Mo, while eating, said: "Xiaoyi, don't worry. I'm close with my cousin, so I'll ask her to let you skip this stage."
"No, no, no--------" Tao Xiaoyi's face turned pale, and she hurriedly objected, looking miserable.
Xu Mo was puzzled. "I've already agreed to this engagement. Don't tell me you're not up for it."
"I oppose this engagement!!! You can take the back door!"
"Brother!!! Brother!!! You're my real brother!!! I'm doing just fine staying alive." Tao Xiaoyi said solemnly.
Her tone was incredibly sincere!!!
I'll post an early update tonight, around ten o'clock~~~~~~
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
