(This chapter has been edited. There are no innuendos here, so please do not look at it through colored lenses and call it vulgar, otherwise even drinking water would seem like drinking X-fluid to you.)
In the courtyard, the atmosphere froze for a moment.
That spear—the one he obtained in Chapter 200, absolutely Su Ji's strongest artifact at present, which has no innuendos, will not imply anything, and will have an extremely high appearance rate, the Fallen Dragon Spear—was slowly awakening.
The spear tip pointed distantly at Su Jiu. An incredibly domineering momentum, as if it wanted to pierce a hole through the heavens and the earth, exploded outward.
Under the oppression of this aura, the stone tables and stools in the courtyard silently crumbled into fine powder.
"Round one!"
Su Ji shouted in a low voice, holding nothing back.
Exerting force through his feet, his entire body became like a great bow drawn to its absolute limit, instantly launching forward.
The Fallen Dragon Spear in his hands transformed into a pitch-black streak of light barely visible to the naked eye. A cluster of dark red flames even ignited on the spear tip as it thrust straight at Su Jiu.
This thrust showed no mercy.
Su Jiu knew exactly what she was about to face.
Yet she had not even summoned her weapon.
In the split second the flaming spear tip was about to touch the lapels on her chest.
Su Jiu moved.
Her movements were too graceful to be mortal, more like a butterfly fluttering under the moonlight.
She did not retreat. Instead, she leaped up at an unbelievable angle.
She narrowly dodged the lethal spear tip.
At the same time, her leg, clad in a moon-white palace dress and resembling a white python emerging from the water, landed with absolute precision on the spear shaft.
Perhaps because she was a cultivator, Su Jiu's legs were not the bony, slender type that ordinary girls pursued.
However, they were absolutely nowhere near thick either.
The skin was delicate and smooth, outlining perfectly proportioned curves.
Su Ji had to admit, this was exactly the type he liked.
It was very pleasing to the eye.
Of course, he did not dislike slender legs either.
There are many definitions of liking something.
Su Ji felt he was rather pure: as long as it looked good, he liked it.
In that brief moment of distraction.
Su Ji felt an endless stream of power transmitting down the spear shaft, causing his indomitable, domineering spear momentum to stagnate.
What exquisite footwork!
Su Ji praised inwardly, but his movements did not stop for a second.
Missing the first strike, he flicked his wrist. The Fallen Dragon Spear instantly changed from a thrust to a sweep, bringing up a vicious wind that tore through the air as it swept toward Su Jiu's waist.
Su Jiu did not dodge or evade. Her cold, clear eyes even carried a hint of provocation.
Tapping her toes lightly on the Fallen Dragon Spear, she executed a nimble spin, leaping right over the howling wind of the spear.
Su Ji's eyes narrowed, and his spear stance changed again!
The horizontal sweep turned into an upward slash. Like a black dragon roaring as it soared into the sky, it aimed straight for Su Jiu.
He refused to believe that Su Jiu, suspended in mid-air with nowhere to leverage her strength, could dodge this tricky and ruthless strike!
However, Su Jiu's next move completely overturned Su Ji's understanding.
Instead of dodging, she actively dropped down to meet the roaring spear tip.
Su Ji's gaze focused!
This move felt somewhat familiar.
It should be a secret technique of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox clan...
Resisting Su Ji's offensive with unparalleled precision!
Failing to land the strike, Su Ji felt powerless to extricate himself.
That unstoppable sharpness was dissolved layer by layer, vanishing into nothingness.
What made his scalp tingle even more was this.
Su Jiu was currently counterattacking him with the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox clan's secret art, Magpie Tread, trying to force him to give up resisting and beg for mercy.
"You..."
A fine layer of sweat seeped from Su Ji's forehead.
"Senior Brother, as a spear cultivator, is this all there is to your spearmanship?"
Su Jiu's voice, carrying a bit of lazy teasing, drifted down from above.
A blush had crept onto her aloof face at some point. Deep within her watery fox-like eyes, however, a fire called competitiveness was burning.
"Bullshit!"
Stimulated by her appearance, Su Ji felt his blood surge. He let out a low roar as the Heavenly Palace Golden Core in his dantian roared to life. An even more majestic and domineering surge of spiritual energy poured madly into the Fallen Dragon Spear.
The dragon scale patterns on the spear shaft suddenly lit up!
A scorching wave of air erupted with a boom!
Yet, Su Jiu remained entirely unmoved.
Instead, she increased her force by thirty percent.
Su Ji's weapon let out an overwhelmed hum, as if it would snap in half at any moment.
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The corners of her lips curled into a triumphant arc, and her calves suddenly exerted force.
Boom!
Su Ji only felt an irresistible, immense force transmitting over.
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Round one.
A complete defeat.
Su Ji clutched his numb arm. Looking at the beautiful silhouette not far away, the expression on his face was a spectacular mix of emotions.
Su Jiu slowly landed on the ground.
A few strands of her beautiful hair, dampened by sweat, clung to her cheeks that were flushed with a moving rosy hue.
She let out a long breath of stale air, her chest heaving slightly as she breathed.
Those usually cold and clear eyes were now astonishingly bright, as if containing an entire galaxy.
She looked at Su Ji.
A smile actually surfaced on her aloof face.
"Senior Brother..."
Her voice carried the slight breathlessness of post-battle exertion, along with a trace of barely noticeable excitement.
"Senior Brother, hurry up and start the next round."
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!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
