After entering the water, Su Yang quickly held his breath and spun around with Tang Ziyun in his arms.
The depth where they were was less than three meters. Su Yang hugged Tang Ziyun and kicked off the bottom, surging out of the water.
"Ahh, cough, cough." Tang Ziyun choked on some water and kept coughing.
"Did your leg cramp up?" Su Yang asked hurriedly.
"I think so... my right foot hurts!"
Without another word, Su Yang tucked Tang Ziyun under one arm and swam quickly toward the shore. A few seconds later, they reached the shallow water.
He set Tang Ziyun down, then quickly moved to her feet, grabbed her right leg, and stretched it toward her body.
"Ah! It hurts so much." Tang Ziyun gripped her right leg, trembling from the pain.
"Bear with it."
Su Yang pressed one hand against the sole of her foot while massaging her calf with the other. After about fifteen to twenty seconds, the pain gradually subsided. Tang Ziyun hissed and relaxed slightly.
"How is it now?"
"Much better than before. Thanks, Su Yang."
"No problem. Don't move yet—I'll massage it a bit more." Su Yang continued pressing and kneading her pale calf.
After two more minutes, he said, "That should be enough. Next time you go swimming, remember to warm up first, or you'll easily get cramps."
"Got it."
"Take a break and rest for a while. It's not a big deal."
"Okay."
Just then, Zhuang Mengli swam over quickly from nearby.
Seeing Su Yang and Tang Ziyun sitting in the shallows, she raised her voice as she swam: "Su Yang!"
Hearing her call, Su Yang turned to look. About ten seconds later, Zhuang Mengli reached them.
"Sister Ziyun, what happened?" Zhuang Mengli sat down beside Tang Ziyun and asked.
"My leg cramped up while Su Yang was helping me tread water."
"A cramp? Are you okay now?"
"I'm fine. Su Yang massaged it, and it's back to normal."
"That's good. You're not great in the water, so don't go too deep."
"I know. I won't go past waist-deep if Su Yang isn't around."
"Good." Zhuang Mengli turned to Su Yang with a grin. "Done warming up?"
"I don't need to warm up."
"So cocky. Let's race, then."
"I saw you swimming just now. How about you rest for ten minutes? Otherwise, you'll say I'm taking advantage of you." Su Yang smirked.
"That was my warm-up. No rest needed."
"Fine, if you want to race, let's do it."
"What are you two up to?" Tang Ziyun looked up.
"She insists on racing me in swimming. I'll humor her." Su Yang stood up.
"Mengmeng, you're racing Su Yang?"
"Yeah. What, is he that good?"
"He's really good. I don't think you'll beat him."
"Haha, just sit there and watch me crush him. I've rarely met anyone who can match me in swimming."
"Really?"
"Just watch. Let's go." Zhuang Mengli grabbed Su Yang's arm and pulled him forward.
"Be careful, you two. Don't swim too far out," Tang Ziyun called after them.
"No worries." Zhuang Mengli turned her head to reply, then nudged Su Yang with her shoulder. "How do we race?"
"Simple. Swim straight ahead from where we start to about sixty meters out, then turn back. Whoever reaches Zi Yun first wins."
Zhuang Mengli scanned the sea. "That works, but there's no marker. How do I know where sixty meters is?"
"See that red hot air balloon?" Su Yang pointed to a balloon floating about seventy or eighty meters above the sea.
"Yeah, I see it."
"The spot directly below it is about sixty meters from here. We'll use it as a reference."
"Deal!" Zhuang Mengli pushed her goggles down over her eyes.
Su Yang wore nothing on his head. They moved a few meters apart.
Su Yang turned his head. "Start now?"
"Start now."
"Then count down from three, and we'll go."
"Alright. Ready? Three, two, one!" As Zhuang Mengli finished, they both plunged into the water and swam forward.
Zhuang Mengli was indeed a martial artist—fast. Though not a professional, her speed surpassed most professional swimmers.
But Su Yang didn't feel much pressure, since he was only using thirty to forty percent of his ability and could keep up easily.
After seven or eight seconds, both surfaced and switched to freestyle, gliding forward quickly.
Zhuang Mengli kept an eye on Su Yang to her right. She was giving it her all, but she couldn't shake him.
'No way!'
Sixty meters isn't far—just ten meters longer than a single lap in a standard pool.
For a professional male swimmer, sixty meters takes about twenty-five seconds.
In a fifty-meter pool, Zhuang Mengli could swim a full lap and easily break the current men's 100-meter world record.
But the ocean was different—waves created resistance, slowing things down a bit.
Just as they neared the point directly below the hot air balloon, Su Yang suddenly accelerated. His arm and leg movements quickened drastically.
In an instant, he pulled ahead of Zhuang Mengli.
"What the hell?!" Zhuang Mengli gritted her teeth and chased after him.
In a flash, Su Yang reached the spot under the balloon, spun around, and started heading back.
Zhuang Mengli shouted, "You're cheating!!"
"I'm not cheating! I told you you couldn't beat me. Catch me if you can." Su Yang laughed and swam back.
Zhuang Mengli reached the balloon's mark and turned. By then, Su Yang was already ten meters ahead.
Seeing she couldn't catch up, she suddenly yelled, "Ahhh!! Su Yang, help!"
Hearing her cry, Su Yang stopped and looked back. Zhuang Mengli was flailing wildly on the surface.
He squinted, suspecting she was faking. "Don't mess with me!"
"My leg cramped! Save… save me!" She played it well—just as she finished speaking, she sank underwater before bobbing up again, reaching out desperately.
Su Yang couldn't take the risk. Even if he knew she was acting, what if it were real? Drowning wasn't something a magic card could fix.
He shook his head in resignation and swam quickly toward her.
Seeing him approach, Zhuang Mengli acted even more dramatically. "Hurry! Hurry! I can't hold on!"
With that, she sank underwater and didn't resurface.
"Damn, is it for real?" Su Yang dove in like a fish, speeding toward Zhuang Mengli, who was thrashing underwater.
Whoosh! He grabbed her and was about to push toward the surface.
But then, Zhuang Mengli wrapped her arms around him, locked her legs around his waist, and kissed him.
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
