On the stage.
A peach blossom branch pressed against the martial artist's throat—just one more inch, and blood would spill.
"Gulp—" The man swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Did I... scare you...?"
Jiang Chulong hastily withdrew her sword and bowed in apology.
"..."
The arena fell silent at first, then erupted into uncontrollable murmurs.
That Xuan Dan realm martial artist was no nobody—he was a seasoned bounty hunter with extensive experience in the jianghu.
And yet, this young girl had ended it with just one strike?
...
"Sword Intent?!"
On the high platform, the elders of Hengyun Sword City slammed their hands on the table, their eyes blazing with astonishment.
Judging by her age, she couldn’t be more than fourteen or fifteen.
Since ancient times, they had never heard of anyone comprehending Sword Intent at such a young age.
Moreover, her swordsmanship lacked any trace of artificiality—it was flawless, as if carved by the heavens themselves.
With talent like this...
If she were to witness the Hengyun Sword Mark...
"Does she have a master?"
"What if she does? There isn’t a single swordmaster in Yunzhou I don’t know."
"Exactly. It’s best if we take her under our wing. If her master objects, we’ll just... reason with him together!"
The elders of Hengyun Sword City—all at least Outer Scenery realm—began arguing loudly.
But suddenly, one elder who had remained silent spoke up:
"I think... I’ve seen her at the Tianshan Sword Manor."
The elders fell silent.
...
"Junior Brother Bai, do you want to switch opponents with me?"
Cao Mu asked solemnly. He was a sword fanatic who had challenged nearly every young talent in Yunzhou.
"I don’t want to fight her either, but..."
Bai Jinghong glanced at Li Mo and Ying Bing on the stage, then gritted his teeth.
"Leave her to me!"
"That’s some nerve!"
Wu Chushu blinked, suddenly viewing Bai Jinghong in a new light.
He had assumed Bai Jinghong had grown timid and hesitant.
Turns out, he still had some backbone.
...
"Impressive, Chulong."
Li Mo gave her a thumbs-up before turning to his own opponent.
A young, delicate-looking girl stood before him, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Jiang... Jiang Chen, big brother."
"...Actually, my name is Li Mo."
"Okay, Jiang Chen big brother! Can I... can I have your autograph?"
"Huh?"
After signing, the girl immediately jumped off the stage.
Li Mo: "..."
Wait, at least exchange a few moves!
I’m here to test my sword against the world, not hold a signing event!
Well...
This probably wouldn’t last long.
After all, standing on this stage meant earning the right to enter the Sword Tower and study the Hengyun Sword Mark.
......
Ying Bing’s situation was different.
It came down to their personalities.
In The Tyrannical Empress Falls for Me, Jiang Chen was a gentle, slightly naive scholar.
Liu Wuyan, however, was the opposite.
"It’s an honor to cross blades with the Snow Moon Empress!"
"Even if I die in defeat, I’ll have no regrets!"
Her opponent was a martial artist at the third aperture of Observation Divinity realm.
He spoke with solemn fervor, as if he truly believed he was facing an empress.
Ying Bing: "..."
Without a word, she lightly raised her sheathed sword, Tianshuang, gesturing for him to attack.
The man was no pushover.
The moment he drew his sword, a surging tide-like momentum erupted, his blade gleaming with dazzling variations.
Anyone watching would have praised it as "excellent swordsmanship."
The Raging Waves Sword Art—a high-tier technique—had been mastered to perfection by this man.
Nearby, Li Mo shook his head slightly:
"Twelve openings."
Amid the roaring waves of swordlight—
A single cold gleam shot forth, domineering and severe, like divine retribution.
This strike made resistance seem unthinkable.
The swordlight dispersed, and the man collapsed to his knees, his face pale.
Drenched in sweat, he finally saw clearly—
Ying Bing’s sword had never left its sheath.
Just the opening stance alone made him feel as if he were facing a deity, shattering his will to fight.
An opening stance—also called a preparatory gesture.
Whether this counted as an "exchange" was debatable, but one thing was undeniable...
This aloof girl was terrifyingly strong.
Jiang Chulong’s talent was shocking, but Ying Bing’s strength defied all logic.
...
"What kind of sword energy is this? What kind of sword momentum?!"
"What sword art is she even practicing? It doesn’t seem like a supreme technique..."
Bang—
The elders slammed the table again.
Crack!
The azurite table groaned, fissures spreading before collapsing entirely.
Clearly, they were stunned.
Also clearly, Outer Scenery experts had quite the grip.
...
"Ahem... Old Cao."
Wu Chushu scratched his chin.
"How about... we switch?"
"Deal!"
Sword fanatic Cao Mu agreed instantly.
"Good. Then I’ll take on that... Jiang—Li Mo."
Wu Chushu finally exhaled in relief.
He wouldn’t have to face Ying Bing or Jiang Chulong—his pride was saved.
Unbeknownst to him, Bai Jinghong leaned back in his seat, his gaze now filled with reverence.
"What’s wrong, Xiao Bai?"
"Nothing. By the way... do you have any unfinished business? You can leave it to me."
"Huh?"
Puzzled, Wu Chushu looked up at the stage.
There, the white-robed youth seemed tired of signing autographs. He pulled out a wooden board from his spatial artifact, scribbled something, and displayed it:
‘100 taels of gold to anyone who challenges me seriously.’
‘10,000 taels to anyone who defeats me.’
Paying for a beating?
The crowd erupted.
10,000 taels of gold—not silver—was a considerable sum even for Observation Divinity realm martial artists.
Martial artists without backing were always short on funds.
"What’s Junior Brother Li doing?" Shen Yunfei, standing on another stage, frowned.
Most fighters aimed to conserve their strength.
After all, no one could endure endless wheel battles, and nighttime wouldn’t be enough to recover depleted energy.
Was Li Mo planning the same as him—not aiming to last till the end?
Even Zhong Zhenyue from a neighboring stage turned to look.
"100 taels? For real?"
"Jiang—Li Mo, big brother, is your hand sore from signing?"
"I’ve been wanting to challenge him! I just couldn’t get a chance earlier!"
"Hmph, pretty boy, I’ll take you on!"
A burly man leaped onto the stage, wielding a halberd, his torso bare and muscles bulging.
Disciples of the Gangdou Sect believed in fighting like real men!
They despised weakness and pretentiousness.
"Gangdou Sect?"
Li Mo recognized his style.
Instantly, he deduced that this man was a body-refining martial artist. The best way to deal with him would be to go all out with his Extreme Soldier Slaughter Body.
But then...
Ahem! The main issue was—it wouldn’t help him improve!
The thought of playing the role of a swordsman, showing off—no, humbling himself—before all the heroes of Yunzhou... actually excited him a little.
"That’s right! Tie Qi is my sworn brother!"
The man declared proudly.
Li Mo smiled, flicked his sleeve with effortless grace, and gestured invitingly:
"Then let us stop when the point is made."
Young Li itched to draw his sword, his fingers twitching with anticipation!
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!"
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
