At this moment on the arena, Ye Chuan stood like a dazzling star that had burst into the sky, his overwhelming dominance sending chills down the spines of everyone present.
The elite fighters from the major super martial families could only watch helplessly as Ye Chuan bulldozed through his opponents, with most clans choosing to surrender without even putting up a fight.
His godlike mastery of thunder and fire, coupled with his invincible swordsmanship, left his adversaries utterly defenseless.
One move, one instant kill—what the hell was this?! (Slams table)
Witnessing Ye Chuan’s terrifying display, the members of the various clans felt nothing but despair. "How is anyone supposed to compete with this? Huang Haotian’s strength is downright absurd. First place is undeniably his."
Many families had already given up on contending for the top spot, shifting their focus instead to third or fourth place.
The Wang family was clearly soaring, but hey, third or fourth wasn’t bad either.
Better than ending up at the bottom, right?
...
Soon, Ye Chuan found himself standing in the final round of the competition.
His last opponent in the Super Martial Assembly was none other than the Xu family, one of the most prestigious super martial clans.
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
"Huang Haotian’s power feels on par with the veteran leaders of the super martial families. Thunder, fire, and that flawless swordplay—it’s like he’s attacking from another dimension."
"Thunderfire Sword? Interesting. I wonder if the Xu family can withstand it."
"I swear, he might even be stronger than my grandfather. Could he be some ancient expert in disguise? How else could he be this terrifying?"
"Tsk... At this rate, the Xu family will probably surrender too. There’s just no chance of winning."
Shaking their heads, the spectators had already written off the Xu family.
Keep in mind, the Xu clan had once been the top contender for the championship. Yet now, not a single soul believed they stood a chance against Ye Chuan.
However, just as the other super martial families had abandoned their pursuit of first place and turned their attention to the battle for third or fourth, the Xu family made a decision that left everyone stunned.
"The Xu family does not retreat!"
Xu Nian'an, the brightest star of the Xu family’s younger generation, stepped forward. Clad in black, his posture unwavering, he faced Ye Chuan with a gaze brimming with determination and fearlessness.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
He hadn’t expected anyone to still dare challenge him under these circumstances.
Looking at Xu Nian'an, Ye Chuan shook his head. "This guy clearly doesn’t understand the situation. Every opponent so far has been knocked out in a single move."
Xu Nian'an stared intently at Ye Chuan, his eyes reflecting both reverence for his opponent’s overwhelming strength and an unyielding resolve.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a low, steady voice, "Brother Haotian, I know my strength is no match for yours. But among my peers, I was once undefeated. I’ve always believed myself to be exceptional."
"Your existence has shown me that there are always greater heights."
"Today, I want to test just how vast the sky truly is. I want to see the gap between myself and a real powerhouse!"
"I want to try!"
Those three simple words, spoken by Xu Nian'an, drew a collective breath from the audience below.
True courage lay in daring to challenge the strong.
"You want to try... Heh." Ye Chuan studied Xu Nian'an, stroking his chin, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes.
"Fine. Since you have this kind of courage and resolve, I promise I won’t take your life in this duel."
Ye Chuan wasn’t joking. In his previous fights, he hadn’t even exerted much effort, yet Lei Hao and Li Gui had already been left in critical condition.
His stats were simply too high.
Every ounce of his strength had been bought with money—poured into relentless effort and sweat.
Xu Nian'an stiffened slightly, a complicated expression flashing across his face. He knew Ye Chuan wasn’t bluffing, and he could feel the sheer magnitude of his opponent’s power.
But as the pride of the Xu family’s younger generation, he had his own dignity to uphold.
After steadying himself with another deep breath, he summoned his energy. A faint breeze swirled around his legs as his aura sharpened, growing more and more fierce.
Xu Nian'an had observed Ye Chuan’s movements carefully in previous battles. He noticed that while Ye Chuan’s attacks were devastating, his speed wasn’t flawless.
Narrowing his eyes, he thought to himself, "I excel in speed. If I can seize the right moment, I might just find an opening!"
Xu Nian'an moved!
His aura erupted as he lunged forward like a coiled panther, his speed so blindingly fast it left the audience dazed.
The wind howled past his ears, and excitement gleamed in his eyes.
As he closed in, Xu Nian'an keenly noticed that Ye Chuan’s hands remained relaxed at his sides, showing no sign of preparing to attack or defend.
"Just as I thought—his speed is his weakness!" Xu Nian'an inwardly cheered.
But just as triumph surged through him, Ye Chuan merely smirked. He lifted his foot slightly, his movement appearing slow yet carrying an undeniable weight—then stomped down hard!
"Second-tier magic—Gravity Field."
Ye Chuan’s voice was calm and low, but as he spoke, an invisible force radiated outward from him, spreading rapidly.
The next instant, Xu Nian'an’s pupils shrank. His elation vanished, replaced by sheer horror.
It felt as if hundreds of pounds had suddenly crushed down on his body. Every inch of his skin groaned under the pressure. His once lightning-fast movements slowed to a crawl, his feet rooted to the ground as if nailed in place.
"W-What is this?!" Xu Nian'an gasped, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
He struggled against the unseen force, but it was futile. The weight only intensified, his legs trembling until, under the unbearable pressure, he slowly sank to his knees.
"I said I’d spare your life," Ye Chuan looked down at the kneeling Xu Nian'an, his voice laced with amusement yet carrying an unshakable authority,
"But that doesn’t mean you get a chance to strike."
With those words, a massive fireball materialized in Ye Chuan’s palm. The searing flames danced in his hand, their scorching heat licking at Xu Nian'an’s face.
"Take this hit. If you don’t fall, you win."
Ye Chuan hurled the fireball forward without hesitation.
Xu Nian'an clenched his teeth as the blazing sphere grew larger in his vision.
"I’ll endure it!"
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted as the fireball detonated against Xu Nian'an’s body, its destructive fury consuming everything in its path.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
'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.
