"Wu Chushu has stepped onto the arena?"
"That swordsman who rode his sword through the sky this morning?"
"I heard he single-handedly wiped out the White Wolf Bandits and rescued dozens of women trapped in their clutches."
"They say his Ten Thousand Blossoms Wandering Dragon Sword Art was self-created after comprehending the sword marks on the Hengyun Cliff—graceful, elusive, and unpredictable. I wonder if Li Mo can still spot its flaws."
...
Wu Chushu was already a renowned figure, with over half the martial artists present having heard of his name.
One could say he was once the top talent of Yunzhou...
As he ascended the stage, his figure soared through the air.
Before he arrived, his sword did.
By the time his blade embedded itself into the ground with a resonant hum, he stood atop its hilt.
Just from this entrance alone,
it was easy to see why his fame had spread so widely.
He certainly knew how to make an impression...
"I’ve long admired your reputation."
Li Mo clasped his hands in greeting, his expression unreadable.
A small scene.
With his extensive experience reading novels, Young Li had been tempered by countless masters of ostentation, well-versed in all manner of grand displays.
"I hope Brother Li will go easy on me later."
Wu Chushu was no stranger to theatrics either.
Right now, his thoughts weren’t on winning—but on how to lose without losing too much face.
Even in defeat, he had to make it look good, make it look stylish...
With this in mind, he stepped forward, drawing his flexible sword with a practiced flick of his wrist, a confident smile on his lips, his posture impeccable.
"After you."
"After you."
Li Mo, too, held his Chixiao Sword with effortless grace.
Equally dashing.
The arena fell into silence.
Countless eyes were fixed on the two figures standing motionless on the stage, neither making a move.
The spectators were baffled. Why weren’t they moving?
"Could they be engaged in a spiritual clash of wills?"
"I think it’s a battle of auras—their stances are brimming with presence."
"Hiss... This feels incredibly profound."
...
The clueless onlookers couldn’t help but murmur among themselves.
Jiang Chulong tilted her head slightly, blinking her pale gray eyes.
What... was Brother Li doing?
They were clearly just... striking poses. No sword intent, no sword aura—nothing at all.
Unless... this was some kind of confrontation beyond her comprehension?
Brother Li was truly amazing...
If even Princess Jiang couldn’t understand,
then surely no one present could.
"..."
Ying Bing’s ice-clear eyes reflected the young man’s dashing figure, her delicate brows furrowing briefly before smoothing out.
This was just like him.
Usually composed, steady, and gentle—but occasionally, he’d inexplicably act childish...
"After you."
"No, no, after you. I’ve heard your Ten Thousand Blossoms Wandering Dragon Sword Art is ever-changing. I’ve long wished to witness it."
Both remained the picture of courtesy.
"Hiss..."
Wu Chushu inwardly sucked in a cold breath. He felt he had met the greatest opponent of his life.
(Not in swordsmanship.)
If he didn’t act soon, Elder Zeng—his master—would start berating him over their mental link.
After a moment of silence, he had no choice but to nod.
"Since you insist, I shall oblige."
With that, the flexible sword in his hand seemed to come alive.
Blossoms scattered like a dazzling storm, breathtakingly beautiful.
Li Mo was reminded of the Falling Petals Sword Art Ying Bing had once used.
In terms of skill, the ice block was leagues ahead—but Wu Chushu’s sword art itself was superior, its variations far more intricate.
Every petal seemed ready to transform into a blade at his will.
This was the sword art he had derived from the Hengyun sword marks—uniquely his.
In this art alone, he dared claim no one in the Sword City could surpass his mastery.
Perfection!
"Magnificent sword art!"
Li Mo praised sincerely.
Truly, one should never underestimate the heroes of the world.
Had this been him when he first left the Qingyuan Sect, he wouldn’t have been able to find a flaw in this technique—after all, it perfectly complemented the swordsman’s divine intent and physique.
To counter it, he’d probably have had to pull out the hammer...
But he had grown stronger—both on the journey here and in the moments before this clash!
"Even the most refined sword art has its fleeting weakness."
"After all, no technique is flawless."
A sword light, swift as a ghostly thunderbolt, flashed.
It pierced through dozens of petals in succession, following an unfathomable trajectory before landing a precise tap on the flexible sword.
Each petal was guided by Wu Chushu’s will, infused with his energy.
This strike had pierced every petal at the exact moment his focus rested upon them.
Wu Chushu’s mind reeled—yet he didn’t retreat to defend.
His spirit blazed, the storm of blossoms sharpening into a deadly rain as he descended from above.
This move wasn’t just powerful.
It was stylish!
This was the stubborn pride of his swordsmanship, damn it!
"Well met!"
Li Mo closed his eyes. Every technique he had witnessed so far replayed vividly in his mind.
Martial insights surged forth!
Others’ sword auras, others’ sword energy, others’ sword intent.
Now, all merged into one within the Solitary Nine Swords.
Something in his dantian seemed to stir, on the verge of manifesting.
Who said he wasn’t a swordsman too, damn it!
"Watch closely for this next strike."
"Because..."
When Li Mo reopened his eyes, he resembled nothing less than a blade of terrifying divinity.
Every weapon in the vicinity trembled in response.
Then, in a cacophony of ringing steel, they tore free from their owners’ grips, soaring into the sky above the arena, blotting out the sun.
Li Mo, standing atop the air in his Cloud-Treading Boots, clasped his hands behind his back—commanding the allegiance of a hundred blades!
"It’s going to be stylish."
Young Li stated calmly.
A thousand weapons clashed against the petal storm.
The outcome was inevitable.
Wu Chushu knelt, his scalp numb, his face ashen.
He had lost. Utterly.
"How... did you do that?!" Wu Chushu shuddered, his voice dazed.
"Want to learn? I’ll teach you." Li Mo smiled faintly.
......
"A hundred swords in the sky? Ten thousand weapons bowing? Hiss..."
"What peerless elegance! The next issue of The Tyrannical Empress Falls for Me must include this scene!"
"He’s just too cool."
"What kind of unfathomable swordsmanship is this?"
......
The spectators, of course, didn’t know the truth.
In fact, even Zhong Zhenyue, Huang Donglai, and the rest only saw the surface.
The reality was...
"It’s that body-refining technique."
Ying Bing’s jade-like lips curled into a helpless, amused smile.
Well...
Young Li had indeed resonated with the famed swords present—but it shouldn’t have been enough to trigger a "All Blades Return to Origin" spectacle.
He had secretly used the Extreme Arms Slaughter Physique to manipulate the weapons’ killing intent, amplifying the effect...
"That kid’s not right."
"Did anyone else sense... the aura of a nascent Profound Core earlier?"
On the high platform, Elder Zeng frowned, uncertain.
Li Mo was already in the Observation Divine Realm!
"That was a Sword Pill."
A serene voice suddenly rang out across the arena.
Accompanied by the light chime of bells, a figure stepped forward slowly.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
had the chance to commit theft legally, would you do it? In the year 2050 of an alternate world, global peace has become the norm. To raise public awareness about crime prevention, nations including China, the United States, Russia, and the United Kingdom jointly launched a reality show—The Thief Game. All stolen items obtained by participants would be converted into cash by the show’s producers. In an instant, every applicant went wild with excitement. While everyone’s attention was fixated on gold shops and jewelry stores, Chen Feng, holding the Kaito Kid character card, smirked and said, "Jewelry? I think the crown jewels of the British monarchy would be perfect."
