The audience had grown numb.
This battle had completely shattered their understanding of combat.
A clash of speed and strength should have been a tactical duel, a dance of wits and reflexes.
Yet now, it looked more like an adult toying with a child.
Every strike from the Battlefield Wanderer seemed futile.
No matter how fast it moved, it could never outpace the opponent’s deceptively slow yet flawlessly precise blocks.
No matter how sharp its blade, it could never pierce that ancient, impenetrable black armor.
The Wanderer’s murderous aura withered before the Black Knight’s cold, deathly mist, its momentum fading with every passing second.
Liu Yuan tapped away at her phone screen, utterly indifferent to the life-and-death struggle unfolding before her.
Meanwhile, beads of sweat formed on Lin Han’s forehead.
His eyes remained locked onto the Black Knight, desperately searching for a weakness.
But there was none.
Strength, defense, combat instinct—all flawless.
The only apparent flaw was its speed.
Yet the Battlefield Wanderer’s pride—its blinding speed—was rendered useless against the Black Knight’s impenetrable defense.
What now?
The Wanderer’s stamina wasn’t infinite.
This high-speed assault was draining its energy far faster than the Black Knight’s effortless defense.
Was this… defeat?
Lin Han refused to accept it.
The Battlefield Wanderer, sensing its master’s frustration and desperation, attacked with even greater frenzy.
It began disregarding its own safety, trading injuries for fleeting opportunities.
Yet the Black Knight remained unshaken, an immovable mountain.
For the first time, the twin crimson lights in its visor flickered—was that… impatience?
Slowly, it lifted the massive sword that had been resting on the ground.
A cold voice echoed once more, carrying the weight of finality.
"This ends here, Outsider."
Before the words faded, the greatsword rose.
The black mist surrounding the knight surged into the blade, deepening its already pitch-black hue.
A terrifying pressure descended—heavy as a mountain, silent as the abyss.
The very air in the arena grew thick, oppressive.
The Battlefield Wanderer froze mid-motion.
Its vaunted speed now felt like wading through tar, every movement an agonizing struggle.
Its once-raging aura flickered like a candle in the wind before the Black Knight’s overwhelming darkness.
Fear.
An emotion no undead should ever feel surged through the Wanderer’s core, flooding Lin Han’s senses through their soul-link.
Lin Han shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.
No fancy techniques. No evasive maneuvers.
The Black Knight simply raised its sword—a weapon embodying "weight" and "finality."
Then, it swung.
Simple. Direct.
Yet carrying an unstoppable, crushing dominance.
The air screamed as it was torn apart.
Space itself seemed to warp along the blade’s path, leaving behind a trail of absolute darkness.
Instinct overrode fear in the Wanderer’s final moments.
Breaking free from its paralysis, it let out one last desperate howl.
Dodging was impossible—the strike sealed all escape.
So it chose the only option left.
Gathering every shred of remaining power into its blade, it met the falling greatsword head-on.
Attack against attack.
A brutal, suicidal counter.
Lin Han’s heart stopped. He already saw the outcome.
Not the clang of steel, but the dull crunch of a hammer smashing rotten wood.
The Wanderer’s radiant blade met the black edge—only to scatter into pathetic sparks, dissolving like snow against fire.
The sword shattered. The arm followed.
And still, the greatsword descended.
A sickening crack—bone and armor crumpled as one.
The Wanderer’s massive frame hurtled backward like a battering ram had struck it.
Its aura vanished.
It hit the ground, twitched twice, then lay still.
The fire in its hollow eyes had gone out.
One strike.
That was all it took.
The crowd stared, wide-eyed and speechless, at the lone figure standing victorious.
The Battlefield Wanderer—a monster that had unleashed a storm of attacks mere moments ago—was just… gone?
The commentator gaped, mouth working soundlessly.
Years of experience, countless battles narrated—none had prepared him for this.
What was there to say?
It began. It ended.
Meanwhile, Liu Yuan kept texting Su Qi, utterly unbothered.
Though it felt somewhat condescending, it was clearly Lin Han who had inexplicably started the taunting.
[Iris: Are we going home after this match?]
[IWantToSleep: Sure. The tournament lasts three days in a row, one match per day. We can definitely go home after today’s round.]
The 'Black Knight' planted his massive sword back on the ground with a dull thud.
The arena lights seemed to grow brighter.
Yet Lin Han’s heart sank even deeper into despair.
The connection between the 'Battlefield Wanderer' and his card slot had been severed.
Defeat.
Utter and complete.
From the moment the 'Black Knight' drew his sword to the collapse of the 'Battlefield Wanderer,' the entire sequence happened too fast to process.
A total overpowering!
Sheer, brute-force domination!
His pride, his trump card—they had been as fragile as tissue paper in the face of his opponent.
The loss of cards worth millions? He could brush that off.
To his family’s resources, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
But this feeling of being utterly crushed, without even a sliver of room to fight back…
Why?
Why did this nobody, this guy who came out of nowhere—
He couldn’t accept it!
The results of the martial exam directly affected his standing within the family, dictating the allocation of future resources.
He was the sixth son of the Lin family—colloquially known as "Old Six."
Don’t ask how his father managed to have so many children.
His old man was rich and powerful—what was wrong with supporting a few college students to help with employment issues?
His eldest brother had already secured his position as the heir. If Lin Han couldn’t deliver outstanding results now, he’d likely be pushed completely to the sidelines.
By then, forget about acquiring stronger cards—even maintaining his current training resources might become a pipe dream.
No. Absolutely not!
Lin Han’s chest heaved violently, his face flushing with an almost feverish intensity.
His gaze locked onto the girl at the other end of the arena—Liu Yuan—who was casually scrolling through her phone, as if this victory meant nothing to her.
Wait—
Summon duels were battles between summoned entities.
But she had chosen a free duel format—where the cardholder themselves could fight!
If he took out the cardholder directly, what use would her overpowered summon be?
The thought coiled around his rationality like a rapidly spreading vine.
Dirty?
Not really.
It was within the rules.
All he wanted was to win—what was wrong with that?
It wasn’t like he was trying to kill her. If things went too far, the referees would step in.
He just needed victory. Because losing? That meant losing everything.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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)
