"Minister Su, are you looking down on our logistics department a bit!"
Zhang ZiLiang's icy voice rang out as he stared deeply at Su Changqing, "Your operations team is untouchable, but my logistics department is fair game?"
"If you want to set up a scene, no problem."
"If you want Wang Ye to engage in combat, no problem either."
"If Wang Ye is not as skilled as his opponent, then it is because our logistics department's people are not competent, and we will admit defeat."
"But..."
"What if Wang Ye wins!"
As he spoke, a hint of cold laughter appeared on Zhang ZiLiang's face.
Su Changqing's brows furrowed slightly as he silently glanced at Wang Ye in the corner, then looked at King Kong.
King Kong's fierce eyes swept the room, and he nodded at Su Changqing.
"Fine."
"If King Kong loses, I'll surrender half of the operations department's resources for half a month."
Hearing Su Changqing's words, Zhang ZiLiang's eyes lit up, and the icy aura from before instantly disappeared. He decisively slapped the table, "A promise made by a gentleman is harder to retract than a running horse!"
"Wang Ye, take him down!"
Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly as he silently glanced at Zhang ZiLiang, helplessly standing up.
Beside him, Xiao Si moved in perfect sync with Wang Ye, like his shadow.
King Kong's pupils contracted slightly as he instinctively took a step back, looking at Xiao Si with apprehension, "Wang Ye, I want to fight you!"
The implied meaning was that he didn't want Xiao Si to interfere.
"Heh..."
Wang Ye looked strangely at King Kong. This guy isn't stupid...
"Okay." Wang Ye nodded. As if recalling something, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He pointed at the bruised Su Wenqian not far away, "Xiao Si, I don't want to hear that guy speak."
Su Wenqian's expression instantly darkened as he reflexively opened his mouth to curse.
The next second...
The familiar feeling came, and a human-shaped pit appeared on the ground. Su Wenqian passed out again.
Meanwhile, Xiao Si silently stood next to Su Wenqian's body, motionless, like a statue...
It seemed... she was waiting for Su Wenqian to open his mouth again.
In an instant, the temperature of the entire conference room seemed to drop several degrees. Most espers' expressions stiffened as they looked at Xiao Si.
Su Changqing's brows twitched slightly, and his hand under the table clenched tightly.
Even the seemingly sleeping Heaven Department leader slightly narrowed his eyes and took an imperceptible glance.
......
"Come on, let's make it quick, I'm quite tired today."
Wang Ye stretched and said to King Kong, a hint of fatigue flashing in his eyes.
King Kong was indignant, "Hmph, what can you do without that woman!" As he spoke, a faint golden light emanated from the center of King Kong's forehead, covering his muscular body in a golden glow, somewhat dazzling.
Wang Ye's brows raised slightly...
So he's an awakened brain ability user...
With that physique, it really wasn't apparent. Moreover, his ability seems different from most brain awakened, as he doesn't have telekinetic powers but can strengthen his own body instead.
As expected...
Worthy of being a top player in the operations team.
Wang Ye nodded to himself.
"Roar!"
King Kong's eyes gradually turned red, and the pupils seemed to have lost some sanity.
"Awakened spirit, gone berserk?"
Wang Ye murmured to himself. These two awakening locations seemed quite compatible.
A genius.
Wang Ye gave an objective assessment.
The next second... King Kong roared and charged at Wang Ye like a bulldozer, seeming to want to tear Wang Ye apart.
Even the ground itself seemed to be vibrating.
The tremendous momentum made most espers look at him apprehensively.
Beside them, the dazed-looking Zhang Xiao seemed to have her train of thought interrupted by King Kong's roar. She frowned slightly, dissatisfied, and glanced over before falling back into contemplation.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Ye and King Kong.
The hulking King Kong exuded terrifying pressure, and the frail-looking Wang Ye who hadn't even used his powers yet seemed frightened stiff.
At this moment, their stark contrast seemed to foretell the outcome in many people's minds.
King Kong's face was ferocious, his eyes full of madness, as if wanting to shred Wang Ye to pieces.
Even Zhang ZiLiang's brows furrowed slightly.
He knew Wang Ye was very strong, strong enough to defeat Yang Chen in 3 seconds.
But...
He still lacked an understanding of Wang Ye's actual strength.
Now he had placed all his bets on Wang Ye, so his heart also tightened at this moment.
Seeing the approaching King Kong, a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth.
"He seems to have strengthened his abilities through the berserk state, but his intelligence has lowered..."
"I really don't know if that's good or bad..."
Wang Ye's calm voice rang out in the conference room. Not far away, Zhou Han chuckled as he looked at Wang Ye, "Things don't bode well for the big guy..."
The next second...
'Boom!'
A loud noise rang out.
The pupils of all the watching espers instantly contracted.
As if witnessing an inconceivable scene.
In the corner, the youth with gold-rimmed glasses gently adjusted his frames, and looked deeply at Wang Ye, a smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.
Li Xinghe had unknowingly opened his eyes at some point and glanced lightly towards the battlefield.
The distracted Zhang Xiao was interrupted again, looking annoyed as she glanced toward the noise.
Then, her eyes radiated a hint of madness, as if having discovered a rare treasure!
...
At this time, Wang Ye had simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and met King Kong's enormous fist.
King Kong flew backwards uncontrollably and slammed heavily into the ground.
The next second Wang Ye disappeared from his original spot, reappearing in front of King Kong. He calmly raised his foot and stepped on King Kong's chest.
The sound of bones cracking rang out.
Wang Ye's calm gaze swept around.
Everyone who met his eyes instinctively looked away.
At this moment, they suddenly realized...
The nickname "Ghost King" seemed...
not undeserved.
The fearsome King Kong was easily defeated by Wang Ye.
"Heh..." Beside them, the tension on Zhang ZiLiang's face gradually disappeared, returning to calm.
As if having expected all this.
Only the hand hidden under the table was desperately squeezing his thigh, forcing himself to calm down.
I've struck gold!
This was Zhang ZiLiang's first thought.
Increase resource investment!
This was the second.
In an instant, ideas on how to promote Wang Ye, establish him as the top player of the logistics department, and plans for advancing his abilities...
continuously appeared in Zhang ZiLiang's mind.
Wang Ye seemed to have just done a trivial thing. The smile still at the corner of his mouth, he clapped his hands and returned to his seat to continue spacing out.
"Did he... not use his abilities just now?"
Someone looked uncertainly at the person beside them...
"Yeah..."
The other person forcibly swallowed, and nodded.
The whole scene was stunned...
Not far away, the light in Zhang Xiao's eyes grew even brighter.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
