After a brief pause, the fear was quickly replaced by a furious rage at having been toyed with.
He shoved the butler aside and strode toward Su Yu.
"Move! Get the hell out of my way!"
Zhao Ze was like an enraged lion, violently shouldering past the other examinees in his path.
Seeing this, the bodyguards rushed to follow like wolves, forcibly clearing a path through the crowd.
Lin Xiaoxiao was about to continue trying to persuade Su Yu when she was interrupted by the commotion.
She turned her head and immediately furrowed her brows.
"Zhao Ze? What's he losing his mind over?"
Without thinking, Lin Xiaoxiao stepped forward and positioned herself slightly in front of Su Yu.
Zhao Ze charged up to less than three meters from Su Yu and stopped.
He glared at Su Yu.
His chest heaved violently, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
"You..."
Zhao Ze gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.
He wanted to ask where Old Mo had gone.
He wanted to ask how Su Yu had survived.
But he couldn't ask.
This was the exam hall!
There were city defense soldiers and surveillance cameras everywhere!
If he blurted out the hired assassination in a place like this, even the Zhao family wouldn't be able to protect him.
Su Yu looked at Zhao Ze's stifled expression, like someone who wanted to bite him but couldn't open his mouth.
The curve at the corner of his lips deepened a little more.
"What's this?"
Su Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in Zhao Ze's ears.
"Young Master Zhao, with that look on your face."
"Did you see a ghost?"
A light, airy sentence.
Like a sharp knife, it stabbed precisely into Zhao Ze's most vulnerable nerve!
Zhao Ze's face instantly turned ashen.
Exactly!
This kid definitely knew about what happened with Old Mo!
Old Mo had failed!
No, Old Mo was definitely in serious trouble!
But how?
How could a waste with a 0.8 rating survive a full-fledged martial artist and still stand here mocking him?
"Su Yu."
Zhao Ze stared at him, his eyes flickering with venomous resentment.
He lowered his voice, speaking in a tone that only the two of them could hear, word by word.
"I don't care what dirty tricks you used."
"But if you dare set foot in this exam hall today,"
"I promise you'll regret being born."
"I'll make you understand that, in the face of absolute power, your little clever tricks don't mean a damn thing!"
In the face of Zhao Ze's vicious threats,
Su Yu didn't even raise an eyelid.
He couldn't even be bothered to argue back.
There was no point in wasting words on a dead man.
"Excuse me."
Su Yu uttered two calm words.
He completely ignored Zhao Ze's murderous glare.
Walked around him and headed straight for the entrance of the exam hall.
"You're asking for it!"
Zhao Ze flew into a rage and instinctively reached out to grab Su Yu's shoulder.
"Zhao Ze! What do you think you're doing!"
Lin Xiaoxiao shouted sharply and directly slapped Zhao Ze's hand away.
She stared at him coldly.
"This is the exam hall. Do you want the city defense soldiers to shoot you on the spot?"
Zhao Ze's hand froze in mid-air.
He glanced at the city defense soldier nearby, who already had his hand on his holster, and forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart.
"Lin Xiaoxiao, this has nothing to do with you."
Zhao Ze snorted, withdrawing his hand.
"I was just trying to remind this classmate Su that if he doesn't have the strength, he shouldn't come here to make a fool of himself."
"We'll see about that."
Zhao Ze shot one last deep look at Su Yu's back, then turned and walked toward a different passage.
The butler quickly followed and lowered his voice.
"Young master, what now?"
"What's there to panic about!"
Zhao Ze gritted his teeth, his eyes vicious.
"So what if he survived? He's still a 0.8 waste!"
"When the energy blood test comes next, he'll reveal his true colors and get kicked out of the exam hall on the spot!"
"And even if he gets lucky and makes it into the practical combat assessment,"
Zhao Ze clenched his fists until the knuckles turned white.
"On the fighting stage, punches and kicks have no eyes."
"I have a hundred ways to cripple him fair and square on that platform!"
...
"CLANG—"
At nine in the morning,
With a deep, resonant bell,
The large iron gates of Jiangcheng No.1 Martial Arts High School slowly swung open to both sides.
"Candidates, please take your admission tickets and ID cards and enter the exam hall in an orderly manner."
"First test: Basic Energy Blood Test."
"Passing score: 6.0."
"Those who fail will be eliminated on the spot."
An icy electronic broadcast echoed across the square.
The crowd began to move slowly.
Su Yu went with the flow of people and walked into the spacious school sports field.
In the center of the field were ten huge silver-white metal instruments.
Energy blood testers.
Precision instruments developed by the Daxia military, accurate to one decimal place, with no possibility of cheating.
The candidates were divided into ten lines.
Su Yu stood in the middle of the seventh line.
Coincidentally, Zhao Ze was just a few people ahead of him.
The testing was fast.
"Li Qiang, Energy Blood Value: 4.2, Fail! Eliminated!"
"Wang Tao, Energy Blood Value: 5.8, Fail! Eliminated!"
"Zhao Ming, Energy Blood Value: 6.1, Pass! Enter waiting area!"
...
The cold electronic voice kept sounding.
Accompanied by the bitter tears of failed candidates or the ecstatic shouts of those who passed.
The path of martial arts was this cruel.
Pass it, and you ascend to the skies in one step.
Fail, and you fall into the mud.
The line kept moving forward.
Soon, it was Zhao Ze's turn.
Zhao Ze took off his jacket and handed it to the proctor.
He took a deep breath, completely casting aside the emotions Su Yu had stirred up.
His eyes became confident and fervent again.
He strode onto the testing platform and placed both hands on the machine's sensor pad.
HUM—
The tester let out a low roar.
A red light column surged wildly in the transparent glass tube!
1.0!
3.0!
6.0!
8.0!
The light column broke through the 8.0 mark and still showed no sign of stopping!
The attention of the entire field was drawn over.
Even the proctor couldn't help but stand up straight.
Finally.
The red light column steadied stably at an extremely dazzling mark.
[Zhao Ze, Energy Blood Value: 10.3!]
[Evaluation: Exceptional!]
BOOM!
The whole sports field instantly erupted!
"10.3! Oh my god! 0.3 higher than a perfect score!"
"As expected of the young master of the Zhao family! This talent is terrifying!"
"He's definitely going to get picked up by the Kyoto Martial Arts University!"
Listening to the gasps and praise around him,
Zhao Ze withdrew his hands and let out a long breath.
He reveled in this feeling of being the center of attention.
This was the stage that belonged to him!
He turned around and looked down at Su Yu, who was still waiting in line, from his elevated position.
His eyes were full of contempt and mockery.
As if to say: See? This is the gap between you and me.
Su Yu didn't pay him any attention.
He just calmly watched the few candidates ahead of him finish their tests.
Then,
Under Zhao Ze's waiting, jeering gaze,
Under Lin Xiaoxiao's nervous stare, as she nearly crushed the empty medicine bottle in her hand,
Su Yu stepped forward.
He walked onto the testing platform.
He didn't take a deep breath.
He didn't perform any preparatory movements.
He just casually placed a pair of slender, fair hands lightly on the sensor pad.
"BEEP—"
The energy blood tester began to operate.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
] 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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
