Meanwhile.
"You..."
The word had barely left Su Ji's mouth.
The next moment, the dazzling golden light in his field of vision exploded.
Zhao Teng had wised up. He had no intention of listening to any more nonsense, his entire body whipping up a golden storm.
Before the fist even arrived, the piercing shriek that could tear through the air drilled into Su Ji's eardrums.
The target was clear.
The abdomen.
Specifically, the left side, right where the kidney was.
If this landed solidly, let alone a kidney, half of his body would be blasted into slag, the kind that couldn't even be pieced back together.
This son of a bitch, his strikes are truly ruthless.
Was it just because of that little taunt about almost ruining his status as a young master?
Holding such a grudge?
This thought flashed through Su Ji's mind, but his body reacted as if it had rehearsed this countless times. Without any conscious thought, he instinctively side-stepped.
It was a bizarre feeling.
Like an invisible hand gently pushing his waist.
"Whoosh—!"
The golden fist shadow brushed right past the corner of his clothes.
It missed.
Zhao Teng had been charging this punch for a long time. It carried immense momentum and heavy power; he couldn't pull it back at all.
The violent torrent of golden spiritual energy scraped past Su Ji's body like a raging, unbridled dragon, viciously slamming into the towering rock wall behind him.
"Rumble—!!!"
There were no flying rocks, nor any billowing dust.
Because the energy that erupted in that instant was far too terrifying, directly vaporizing all matter at the point of impact.
Only then came the delayed sound of the explosion.
The hundred-zhang tall cliff behind Su Ji was forcefully blasted through, leaving a massive, gaping hole!
The rocks at the edges took on an eerie translucent appearance, having been melted into glass by the instantaneous high temperature.
The crater was dozens of zhang in diameter. Through it, one could even see the dim sky on the other side.
Fierce winds howled through this massive hole, letting out whimpers like a vengeful ghost.
Su Ji glanced back at the hole, which was still dripping magma, and felt a sudden chill down his lower back.
If that had hit my body...
He swallowed hard, just about to open his mouth to complain.
"Can you freaking let someone finish speaking..."
"Shut up!"
Su Ji's words were cut off, shoved right back down his throat by Zhao Teng's vicious roar.
Missing his first strike, Zhao Teng didn't pause for a single second. Instead, riding that momentum, he twisted his waist and spun like a top.
A long leg clad in golden armor, carrying the momentum to sweep through an army, whipped straight toward Su Ji's head!
"My biggest regret is..."
Zhao Teng gritted his teeth, his handsome face twisted into a savage grimace.
"...never properly learning how to curse people out!"
"You bug!"
"I won't give you another chance to open your mouth and disgust me!"
"Die!!"
This kick was even faster and more ruthless than the punch from before!
The air was compressed to its absolute limit, forming a visible white arc in front of his leg.
Su Ji could even smell a burning scent in the air.
"Senior Brother! Dodge!"
Inside him, Su Jiu's urgent voice rang out.
In truth, he didn't need her warning. That hair-raising sense of crisis had already prompted Su Ji to make the most correct response.
He violently ducked down, curling his entire body into a ball.
"Buzz—!"
That golden leg nearly scraped across his scalp as it swept by.
A few strands of hair, caught in the fierce wind, were instantly turned to ash the moment they touched the golden light.
That was close!
Su Ji even felt a burning pain on his scalp, as if it had been viciously rubbed with sandpaper.
But he didn't retreat.
Taking a beating without fighting back wasn't his style.
The very instant Zhao Teng's kick missed, his old force was spent, and his new force had yet to be born.
An opening!
A ruthless glint flashed through Su Ji's crimson eyes.
His curled-up body suddenly sprang up from the ground. The Fallen Dragon Spear in his hands shot out like a venomous snake leaving its hole. However, it didn't aim to pierce Zhao Teng's vitals, but instead...
The spear shaft swung horizontally.
Riding the momentum of his rise, he viciously smashed it toward Zhao Teng's supporting leg, which hadn't yet had time to pull back!
This move was the advanced version of the sweeping kick, the sweeping spear!
But halfway through the strike, he suddenly changed his move, slashing upward toward a vital spot that Zhao Teng had no choice but to defend!
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
