At this moment, the members of the Taekwondo club began cheering for Jin Zhengxi, shouting encouragement with furious intensity, as if venting all their anger from being beaten by Ye Chuan.
"Go, Jin Zhengxi! You got this!"
"Big bro Jin Zhengxi, teach that guy a lesson!"
"Go!!!!!!!"
Even though their numbers had dwindled, the volume of their shouts didn’t diminish in the slightest. Ye Chuan was somewhat surprised by this—he hadn’t realized just how deep the Taekwondo club’s resentment toward him ran.
But—
What did it matter to him?
They were the ones who had embarrassed themselves. They had the numbers advantage and still got beaten—who else could they blame?
Just as Ye Chuan was about to make his move, he noticed Jin Zhengxi putting on a full set of protective gear. This made him raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Wait, you can just wear armor now?"
Jin Zhengxi smirked, tapping his gloves. "It’s called free combat, idiot. Anything goes—equipment included!"
Despite his dismissive attitude, Jin Zhengxi was no fool. He had come prepared with gear from the start.
Down below, Luo Xi tugged at An Shiyu’s sleeve. "Xiao Yu, isn’t this cheating? Who wears armor in a fight?"
Ye Chuan didn’t have anything!
An Shiyu, watching the shameless display, simply shook her head. "Don’t worry. Look at Ye Chuan—he doesn’t even care."
Hearing this, Luo Xi turned her gaze back to Ye Chuan, who indeed looked completely unfazed.
If anything, he seemed even more unimpressed.
Seeing his calm demeanor, Luo Xi felt slightly reassured. At least he wasn’t afraid.
He’ll be fine… right?
Go, Chuan Chuan… Please don’t get hurt. She could only pray silently in her heart.
Back on the stage—
Ye Chuan shook his head at Jin Zhengxi’s audacity. "You’re even more shameless than I thought. Typical Korean behavior, huh?"
"Kneel and apologize now, and I might let you walk away, punk." Jin Zhengxi didn’t see anything wrong with his actions. So what if he wore armor? He had done far worse to win in the past.
Taekwondo wasn’t exactly known for its practicality in real fights—what was wrong with stacking the odds?
Even if his fellow Koreans found out, it wouldn’t matter. He was just exploiting the rules.
Ye Chuan sighed. "If you’re gonna be this pathetic, then fine. A turtle shell won’t change the fact that you’re still a turtle."
He beckoned mockingly. "Come on, little turtle."
Jin Zhengxi’s face darkened at Ye Chuan’s taunting. Without another word, he lunged forward, feigning a kick before suddenly throwing a punch at Ye Chuan’s face!
He loved cheap tricks—using misdirection to catch his opponent off guard.
But to Ye Chuan, his movements might as well have been in slow motion.
With a casual swipe, Ye Chuan deflected the punch, then sent Jin Zhengxi flying with a single kick!
The sheer speed of the strike sent Jin Zhengxi skidding across the floor, leaving a trail as he slid several meters back under the stunned gazes of the crowd.
"How…?!" Jin Zhengxi couldn’t believe it. How was this possible?
Meanwhile, Huang Haotian, watching from the sidelines, felt his scalp tingle.
What the hell?
This feeling… this scene…
Something familiar was coming back!
"Big bro, you gotta win!" Desperation clawed at Huang Haotian’s throat as he screamed himself hoarse.
Jin Zhengxi, hearing the frantic support, wiped his mouth (though there was no blood) and smirked. "Oioioi, relax. I’m not losing. That was just a lucky hit."
It didn’t even hurt.
But some sharp-eyed spectators noticed something odd—one of Jin Zhengxi’s leg guards was missing.
"Just a fluke!" Jin Zhengxi charged again, this time unleashing his signature spinning kick!
Yet again, Ye Chuan dodged effortlessly before planting another kick straight into Jin Zhengxi’s gut, sending him crashing down.
This time, the pain was real. Jin Zhengxi clutched his stomach with a groan. "Agh—!"
Why?!
How was every single one of his moves being countered?!
Huang Haotian, seeing Jin Zhengxi get knocked down twice, panicked. "No, no, no! Big bro Jin Zhengxi, you can’t lose!"
He had emptied his savings for this bet—even lied to his grandma about needing tuition for a study-abroad program to scam 100,000 yuan out of her. If Jin Zhengxi lost, he’d be ruined!
He was practically on his knees begging.
Jin Zhengxi, mistaking Huang Haotian’s desperation for genuine concern, took a deep breath. "Kid, I’m fine. Just rusty, that’s all!"
He glared at Ye Chuan. "You’re strong, I’ll admit. Beating those Taekwondo club losers was one thing, but you’re facing me now—"
"Jin Zhengxi, the runner-up!"
He rushed in for close-quarters combat, confident in his physical superiority over some brat.
The two clashed, exchanging rapid blows—until someone in the crowd noticed something bizarre.
Wait…
What the hell?
Jin Zhengxi…
Where’s his clothes?!
He had been fully geared up earlier, but after a few exchanges with Ye Chuan, his protective wear had somehow vanished!
"Hah! Out of tricks now?" Jin Zhengxi grinned, gripping Ye Chuan’s arm triumphantly.
He stepped back, regaining his confidence—until someone shouted:
"Big bro! Your—your clothes!"
Jin Zhengxi blinked, suddenly feeling a draft.
He looked down.
He was standing butt-naked on the stage.
Jin Zhengxi: "?!"
Before he could react, Ye Chuan was already in front of him, smirking.
"Should’ve worn more."
A fist slammed into his jaw.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?!
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.”
