Lin Han's expression darkened completely.
The situation was even more troublesome than he had anticipated.
This level of defense surpassed the capabilities of a standard sixth-tier card.
What unsettled him even more was that, up until now, the 'Black Knight' hadn't even launched a single offensive move.
It stood like an icy mountain of steel, silently enduring every assault.
Just as everyone assumed the 'Black Knight' would maintain its defensive stance, it moved.
A hoarse voice spoke.
"I gave you a chance, outsider."
Unlike the Battlefield Wanderer's extreme speed and explosive power, its movements were steady, deliberate, and heavy.
The massive black greatsword, as tall as its own body, was slowly raised with one hand.
The tip of the blade angled toward the ground, scraping against the snow with a grating, nails-on-chalkboard screech.
The black mist swirling around its body churned violently, as if the aura of death had solidified into something tangible.
"No one has the right to disturb that lord's slumber..."
"Once it awakens, you and I... will both perish..."
"I don’t wish to die yet. So, you die."
As the last word fell, the 'Black Knight' sprang into action!
Not a charge—but a sweeping slash!
Pivoting on its right foot, its massive frame rotated with unstoppable momentum, the black greatsword cutting a wide, deadly arc through the air like a scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper itself!
The howling wind from the blade whipped up a storm of snow, forming a visible white wall of frost!
Fast!
Not in terms of speed, but in the sheer breadth of its attack and the abruptness of its execution!
The Battlefield Wanderer had just finished a downward slash, its body still suspended mid-air, its momentum spent and unable to recover.
Faced with this sweeping strike that covered every possible escape route, it had no choice but to block!
In a desperate move, the Battlefield Wanderer twisted its body, redirecting its blade and channeling all its killing intent into the weapon.
The tangdao sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, meeting the incoming greatsword head-on!
"CLANG—!!!"
A deafening metallic crash reverberated throughout the arena, like two high-speed trains colliding!
A terrifying shockwave erupted from the point of impact, rippling outward violently.
Even the protective barrier at the edge of the arena trembled visibly from the force.
The Battlefield Wanderer’s eyes widened in shock.
Its tangdao let out a groan of strain, a hairline crack forming along the blade.
And as for the Wanderer itself—it was sent flying backward by the sheer, overwhelming force, crashing into the protective barrier before sliding down limply.
Even though the Battlefield Wanderer was a semi-undead creature, the impact sent a metallic screech ringing through its skull.
Its heart convulsed violently, nearly stopping on the spot.
A thick, black spurt of blood erupted from its mouth.
Gasping for breath, it struggled to plant its tangdao into the snow, staggering as it tried to rise again.
Anyone could see—this was pure, unadulterated dominance.
The 'Black Knight's' strength stat had to be at least 350!
"Th-this power... it’s terrifying!" The commentator’s voice trembled. "The Battlefield Wanderer seems completely outmatched in raw strength!"
"Does Lin Han have any countermeasures up his sleeve?"
The audience sat in stunned silence.
Everyone was shaken by that single, brutal display of force.
Earlier, the Battlefield Wanderer’s strikes had bounced off the 'Black Knight' like pebbles against a boulder.
Now, with just one swing, the Wanderer had been sent flying like a ragdoll.
The difference in power was undeniable.
Lin Han’s fingers twitched slightly.
He could feel it—the reverberation from the Battlefield Wanderer, and even... a hint of fear?
Yes, this semi-undead creature, a being that knew only slaughter, was actually hesitating!
How was that possible?!
"Do not retreat!"
"Use your agility to wear it down!"
He issued the command to keep fighting.
Only because undead creatures lacked 'morale' could he give such an order.
The Battlefield Wanderer forced itself to steady its stance.
Its killing aura flickered erratically, but with retreat forbidden, its ferocity only intensified.
A low, guttural growl emerged from the haze of energy, dripping with bloodlust and madness.
It moved again!
This time, it didn’t attempt a direct clash—instead, it pushed its speed to the limit!
Its form blurred into a shadow, circling the 'Black Knight' at high velocity, searching for an opening.
Countless slashes rained down like ink splatters, targeting every weak point on the 'Black Knight's' armor!
Ting! Clang! Clash!
A storm of metallic clashes erupted, sparks flying in all directions as blade met armor!
Yet, the 'Black Knight's' response left everyone speechless once more.
It didn’t even step away from its spot.
It didn’t swing its greatsword.
It simply... turned.
With its near-impenetrable armor and an almost preternatural sense of battle, it intercepted or deflected every strike with its gauntlets, pauldrons, or greaves.
Even the rare attacks that slipped through the gaps in its armor merely scraped against the metal, failing to deal any real damage.
The black greatsword remained planted at its side, as if nothing more than an ornament.
Effortless.
The Battlefield Wanderer’s frenzied assault might as well have been child’s play.
"This... this is unbelievable!" The commentator struggled for words. "The 'Black Knight' isn’t even attacking—just defending and countering, yet it’s completely dominating the Battlefield Wanderer!"
"These combat skills... no, this isn’t just skill. It’s instinct! The kind of battle instinct forged through countless life-or-death struggles, carved into its very bones!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
