Song Ligang suddenly appeared.
Making Lin Fan and Ma Qun who were behind him freeze for a moment.
But there wasn’t time for them to be dazed.
Song Ligang charged into the crowd.
With a fierce kick, he directly sent a punk holding a baseball bat flying.
That punk was like a kite with a broken string.
His body was violently propelled backward.
Bang!
He slammed heavily against the wall.
And let out a pig-slaughtering scream.
“Ah--------”
Song Ligang didn’t stop, turning to attack another group of punks.
Those few punks’ faces turned pale.
But once the fight started, there was no turning back.
“Damn it, stop him!!”
Lin Fan was nearly infuriated to death.
It’s that Song Ligang again!!!
He had experienced Song Ligang’s combat prowess.
Crushing these ordinary people wasn’t a problem.
Without hesitation, Ma Qun took the lead and charged forward.
As Ma Qun rushed over,
Song Ligang casually took down another punk.
Rendering him incapacitated.
This scared the remaining punks.
“If you’ve got guts, fight me, picking on them doesn’t take any skill!”
Ma Qun’s eyes were cold and sharp, delivering a heavy punch straight toward Song Ligang.
Song Ligang neither retreated nor dodged.
He threw a punch as well.
Boom--------
Fist met fist.
A dull collision sounded.
Both their arms were numbed by the impact.
Ma Qun’s face changed, and he viciously kicked toward Song Ligang’s crotch.
“How crafty!”
Song Ligang despised this kind of fighting method the most.
With a forceful step, he sidestepped,
making Ma Qun’s attack miss.
Then he threw a punch toward Ma Qun’s forehead.
Ma Qun reacted quickly, blocking with his elbow.
Song Ligang seized the opportunity, giving Ma Qun no chance to catch his breath.
His fists continued pounding toward Ma Qun’s forehead without pause.
In terms of combat power,
Song Ligang completely dominated Ma Qun.
Cornered, Ma Qun had no choice but to retreat. Song Ligang showed no intention of letting him go.
He kept Ma Qun pressed against the wall.
Only then did he stop.
Ma Qun was drenched in cold sweat.
No one had ever told him.
Song Ligang was this ferocious!!!
“You die!”
Taking the opportunity, Lin Fan delivered a fierce kick toward Song Ligang.
He had been watching from the side,
looking for a chance to strike.
Song Ligang was prepared.
However, he was still slightly late.
He took a kick to the abdomen.
Luckily, it was just a graze.
With forceful strides, he quickly moved to the other side.
Everything happened so fast and so suddenly.
And these punks had never seen such a fight before.
Even the bricks on the wall were shattered.
Too fierce.
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
Bare-handed combat could produce effects like a martial arts movie.
“What are you all standing there for? Hit him!”
Lin Fan shouted at the top of his lungs, using a hoarse, low voice.
Those punks came to their senses.
Their eyes filled with ferocity.
There were still five of them.
Five against one.
With weapons in hand.
If they couldn’t win.
They might as well go eat shit.
With Song Ligang holding off Crooked-mouthed Dragon King,
Xu Mo found it much easier.
Why five against one?
Because they never counted Zhou Qiaoqiao.
She was just a powerless girl,
what could she possibly do?
“Just stay behind me.”
Xu Mo spoke with ease.
Zhou Qiaoqiao nodded.
At the same time, she felt warmth in her heart.
Xu Mo’s figure, at this moment, appeared towering in her eyes.
Hmm?
Why not call the police?
If calling the police could threaten these guys,
they wouldn’t have started this in the first place.
Xu Mo took a deep breath, then his gaze turned cold.
Even clay statues have their limits.
Not to mention he wasn’t clay!
A baseball bat came swinging toward Xu Mo’s head.
With Zhou Qiaoqiao behind him,
Xu Mo neither dodged nor evaded. He raised his arm to block.
Clang----------
The baseball bat seemed to hit a steel block.
Xu Mo had thought it would hurt.
But in reality, he was overthinking.
The ancient martial technique of Iron Shirt activated.
The punk on the other side was dumbfounded.
Xu Mo appeared unscathed, with not even a hint of pain on his face.
Then this punk wanted to try again.
But it was too late.
A fist as big as a sandbag was growing larger in his vision.
The fist was like iron.
With one punch,
he was sent flying.
At that moment, he went stiff!
His body stiffened.
Falling backward!
Lying there peacefully.
Xu Mo hadn’t even used Bajiquan.
Just a punch with all his strength.
And it produced this effect.
Even Xu Mo himself couldn’t help but pause for a moment.
The remaining four punks couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
Another punk held a small knife tightly behind his back.
If things got bad.
He could only use the knife.
“Attack together! Don’t give him any chance to rest.”
“He just took a hit from the bat. His arm must be crippled, he’s at his limit right now. Don’t be afraid!”
The punk leader who said this,
could only comfort the others like this.
But deep down.
He didn’t believe it either.
Xu Mo’s eyes were ablaze with killing intent. He acted timid because of plot reasons.
But it didn’t mean he was a saint.
“Idiots.”
Xu Mo casually commented.
With Tai Chi settling the world, and Bajiquan determining the foundation!
Xu Mo’s fists fell like meteors, his eyes sharp.
With Iron Shirt protecting him.
No matter if his punches struck others or were struck himself.
He felt nothing.
Action and reaction are equal and opposite.
Apparently, this doesn’t apply here.
If Newton knew, even his coffin might not hold him down.
Fists meeting flesh.
Every punch Xu Mo threw produced a blast of air.
These punks were dumbfounded.
Before they could even grasp the situation, one by one they were laid out.
Hunched over, like boiled shrimp.
The punk hiding in the back, waiting for a chance to ambush Xu Mo with a knife,
was completely dumbfounded.
Xu Mo was this fierce?!
Why hadn’t he heard about it before?
He had just zoned out for a moment.
And everyone was beaten down.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Xu Mo saw through this guy’s intentions.
Charged toward him.
The punk leader was stunned, hurriedly took out his knife and held it in front, threatening fiercely.
“Don’t you want to live, huh?!”
Seeing the gleaming, razor-sharp knife,
Zhou Qiaoqiao panicked, instinctively shouting: “Xu Mo, don’t go! Come back, it’s dangerous!”
And in that moment of panic,
Xu Mo took three steps in two strides to the punk leader’s side, raising his elbow.
The punk leader’s eyes flashed with viciousness. Holding the knife, he attempted to stab Xu Mo.
Xu Mo still neither dodged nor evaded.
Eight Extremes Burst--------
An elbow slammed into the punk leader’s chest.
At the same time, the punk leader’s knife stabbed toward Xu Mo.
The next moment, a crackling sound was heard.
The sound of bones breaking and clothes being torn apart.
The punk leader's knife flew out of his hand, along with the whole person flying out a few meters.
Spitting out blood.
Rolling several times.
Finally laid still.
“Xu Mo!!!”
Zhou Qiaoqiao’s voice trembled as she cried out.
It was a heart-wrenching pain.
Because she had clearly seen the knife tear through Xu Mo’s clothes.
She first closed her eyes in fear, unable to bear witnessing this scene.
Then quickly overcame her mental barrier.
Ran fast toward Xu Mo.
At this moment, she was already red-eyed.
Deeply blaming herself!
If Xu Mo got injured.
She didn’t know how she could face herself in the future!!!
Opening a New Chapter at Nine
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
