The battle ended too quickly, leaving a dead silence in the arena.
Although the sturdy male student lacked the strength to pry out more details, the sheer explosive range he unleashed at a whim led them to deduce that Bao'en was at least a C-level, mid-tier Anomaly—the level of an intermediate Gifted.
This information instantly made most people in the arena lose their desire to fight.
Through professional guidance and training, Gifted individuals would gradually reach the bottleneck of their current stage, with some breaking through quickly while others stagnate.
If it were a Gifted with weak offensive abilities like Qiao Bai, they might still attempt to challenge, but unfortunately, their opponent was clearly not one of those.
"Anyone else want to come up for an exchange?" Contrary to the dejected students of Jidu University, Bao'en's mood was elated, taunting them directly.
"Those too weak can forget about it; I'm afraid I might accidentally kill someone."
Almost simultaneously, the Jidu University team stood up, but someone else beat them to it.
"I hope your strength matches your boastful talk."
A Jidu University contestant who had been fidgeting impatiently stood up, tossing his jacket onto his seat, rolling his shoulders, and nimbly leaping onto the stage.
This contestant was apparently quite famous at Jidu University, as the stands erupted in cheers.
After listening to the translator's interpretation, Bao'en's gaze turned serious, but his expression remained relaxed and confident as he grinned.
"Of course, I hope the same for you."
After the referee announced the start, the two combatants retreated a few steps to create some distance.
Bao'en held playing cards between his fingers, his eyes like a hunting beast locked onto the contestant's movements.
"Swish—"
Several playing cards shot towards the contestant at an extremely fast speed...
"All bluster and no substance."
The contestant made his assessment of Bao'en, cracking his knuckles audibly while standing his ground unfazed.
Anomaly—Air Wall.
A faint collision sound echoed in the air as the playing cards seemed to hit an invisible barrier, unable to proceed further, fluttering down lifelessly.
Bao'en scoffed impatiently, detonating the playing cards instead.
The explosion reverberated across the arena, the force of these few cards far exceeding that of the earlier barrage.
As the smoke cleared, the contestant remained unscathed, not even a speck of dust on his clothes.
"Show me your true abilities."
The contestant knew Bao'en couldn't understand, so he gave a thumbs-down gesture.
The smile vanished from Bao'en's face as rage surged within him.
"I'll kill you, you damn bastard."
He drew a pistol from his pocket, aiming it at the contestant.
"Bang—"
Sparks flew from the gun barrel as bullets were fired in rapid succession.
The contestant stomped his foot forcefully into the ground, ignoring the incoming bullets as he charged towards Bao'en.
As the bullets neared the contestant, they once again collided with some invisible barrier and exploded.
"Boom boom boom—"
The explosions continued unabated, filling the arena with smoke and shockwaves.
Before Bao'en could crack a smile, a massive hand extended from the chaos, slamming him to the ground.
His body crashed heavily into the floor with a tremendous boom, debris flying everywhere.
Bao'en's body twitched, blood pouring from his nose and mouth...
As his chest heaved, trying to rise and cough out the blood surging up, his upper body slammed against an invisible barrier, knocking him back down.
The smoke obscured the view, leaving the audience unable to discern what was happening on stage, seeing only a silhouette standing amidst the chaos as they gripped their belongings tightly in anxiety.
With no more smoke being produced, the haze gradually dissipated...
The "twin" girls from Biterfun exchanged a knowing glance.
"Bao'en is no match."
"Yeah, he's too weak."
As the figure on stage became clear, the spectators erupted in cheers once more.
"Ninety percent of his power?"
"Sheer domination!"
"Did you enjoy that beatdown?"
In the VIP lounge, Yu Anhe laughed radiantly while mock-complaining, "These young ones sure don't know restraint, but you can't blame them, can you?"
With his mastery of emotion control, he could certainly reign himself in, but Bao'en's heavy-handed approach had severely injured a student.
Missing an opportunity to let out some venom would be a feat only saints could achieve.
"Of course not."
Smith didn't dwell on Bao'en's uncertain fate, nonchalantly sipping his tea instead.
Even before Anomalies appeared, Biterfun had been plagued by incessant gun violence, let alone after their emergence...
This minor injury was hardly worth mentioning to Smith.
The old bastard, Yu Anhe cursed inwardly.
If they hadn't kept an ace up their sleeve, he and Smith would be history.
Events unfolded as Yu Anhe had predicted. After suppressing his excitement, the Jidu University contestant called out to Biterfun, attempting to maintain a superior demeanor.
"Do you have anyone else?"
One of the twin girls stood up, smiling faintly, "Why don't you take a break first? We wouldn't want you to lose and say you didn't rest."
Despite her soft tone, her words carried a provocative edge.
"Fighting him wasn't even a warmup; I don't need to rest," the contestant smiled, though his ragged breathing betrayed his true condition.
Bao'en's strength was no trifle; to achieve a shocking effect, he had expended nearly all his energy reserves.
This girl was far more polite than Bao'en had been. "Then, if you'll give me a few minutes."
She extended her hand, pulling her twin sister from the shadows, as if heading to the restroom together.
After a few minutes, only she returned alone.
The girl walked calmly onto the stage, a stark contrast to the three male contestants who had leapt onto it earlier.
After two matches, the stage was in disarray, prompting a Terramancer to restore it to a level condition.
This time, the smoky odor wasn't as pungent as before.
Although she had entered the arena, indicating the need for total victory over her opponent, her genes and physique didn't seem fully aligned.
The blond, blue-eyed girl elicited some inappropriate thoughts from the Jidu University contestant, who suppressed his excitement somewhat.
After the referee announced the start for the third time, an astonishing scene unfolded.
Adhering to chivalrous conduct, the male contestant wanted to let the girl make the first move, but she also remained motionless.
Just as everyone thought they were about to witness a heartwarming moment, the Jidu University contestant suddenly appeared dazed, walking off the stage...
His steps were unsteady, his gaze vacant—clearly not in a normal state of mind.
Yet the moment he stepped off the stage, he snapped back to his senses.
He whipped his head towards the stage, where the girl was still smiling and nodding at him.
Facing his concerned teammates, the contestant grimly uttered a single word: "Psychic Anomaly."
This answer was within their expectations. Their eyes turned towards Lv Cheng.
Psychic Anomalies were elusive and formless, leaving them with no means of defense save for their own psychic shielding. But for her to penetrate this contestant's defenses indicated her level was no lower than B-rank or higher.
They possessed similar strength to this male contestant and had no confidence in defeating her.
However, Lv Cheng's ability could suppress hers—drawing a Serenity Sigil would enhance the contestant's mental resistance.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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?"