A piercing, humiliation-filled roar exploded across the arena!
Zhao Ze.
He had finally snapped out of that extreme fear.
When he realized he had just wet himself in front of a hundred thousand spectators, a shame worse than death instantly consumed his reason.
He saw Su Yu’s current state.
Pale-faced, swaying, his blood energy having plummeted to a pathetic 0.8!
Ruined!
That kid must have used some forbidden technique to overdraw himself, and now he was a complete cripple!
“I don’t need protection!”
Zhao Ze scrambled to his feet like a rabid dog.
His eyes bloodshot, he pointed at Su Yu and roared maniacally.
“President Lei! What gives you the right to call me the loser?!”
“I wasn’t beaten just now! I can still fight!”
“He can’t even stand steadily anymore—I could crush him with one finger!”
“I’m definitely his match! Let me kill him!!!”
Zhao Ze had completely lost his mind.
Only one thought remained in his head.
Tear Su Yu apart!
Beat this disgrace, who had shamed him, to death on the arena with the cruelest possible method!
“How dare you!”
Lei Potian frowned, and a terrifying pressure—befitting a grandmaster—descended upon Zhao Ze instantly.
It forced him to his knees with a thud, pinning him in place.
“Arena rule: once the referee steps in, the victor is decided.”
“What, Zhao boy? Are you questioning my judgment?”
“President Lei, please calm down!”
At that moment, a hurried voice came from the VIP box.
Zhao Tianxiong leaped down from the stands, ten meters high, landing steadily on the arena’s edge.
He looked at his son, still kneeling with yellow liquid dripping from his crotch.
His face was ashen with fury.
Shameful!
Absolutely disgraceful to the Zhao family name!
But—
No matter how shameful, it was still his son!
Moreover, it involved the special recruitment spot for the Kyoto First Martial Arts University!
If the match was ruled a loss, Zhao Ze’s path to greatness would be destroyed!
Zhao Tianxiong took a deep breath, forcing down the rage burning in his chest.
He stepped before Lei Potian and gave a slight bow.
“President Lei, my son is young and ignorant for offending you. I apologize on his behalf.”
But then, Zhao Tianxiong shifted his tone.
His gaze turned icy and vicious as he stared at the tottering Su Yu.
“However, President Lei.”
“This match’s verdict is hard for the public to accept, isn’t it?”
Zhao Tianxiong raised his voice so the entire audience could hear clearly.
“Everyone saw it with their own eyes!”
“This examinee named Su Yu clearly used some forbidden, evil technique to forcibly erupt with a hundred points of blood energy!”
“And now, with the technique’s backlash, he’s been weakened to a cripple with less than 0.8 blood energy!”
“My son was momentarily shaken by that evil aura, but he suffered no real harm!”
“In a true life-or-death battle, the one standing victorious would undoubtedly be my son!”
Zhao Tianxiong spun around, pointing at Su Yu, and shouted with righteous indignation.
“It doesn’t count!”
“This match absolutely does not count!”
“The referee is biased toward Su Yu!”
“I demand an immediate resumption of the match! Let the two examinees settle this fairly!”
Shameless.
Utterly shameless.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Anyone with eyes could see that if Lei Potian hadn’t intervened, Zhao Ze would have been reduced to a bloody pulp.
And now, seeing Su Yu weakened, they dared to demand the match continue?
Had they no shame?!
But Zhao Tianxiong didn’t care.
In this world of survival of the fittest, what was face worth?
As long as he secured the Kyoto Martial Arts University spot and got rid of Su Yu, he’d accept being despised by the entire city!
“You’re full of crap!!!”
Suddenly, a crisp, furious voice rang out from below the arena.
Bang!
A black figure shot onto the arena platform like lightning.
Lin Xiaoxiao had arrived.
This top-tier heiress of Jiang City now looked like a furious little leopard.
She spread her arms wide, shielding Su Yu protectively behind her.
Her pure, beautiful eyes blazed with fiery anger as she stared at Zhao Tianxiong and Zhao Ze.
“Zhao Tianxiong! Do you have any shame left?!”
Lin Xiaiao pointed at Zhao Tianxiong’s nose and cursed loudly.
Completely disregarding any heiress-like decorum.
“Biased?”
“Are you blind, or has your heart been eaten by a dog?!”
Lin Xiaoxiao trembled with fury, her eyes reddening.
She spun around suddenly, pointing at the swaying, pale-faced Su Yu behind her.
Her voice carried undisguised pain and anger.
“Look at him!”
“Look how weak he’s become!!!”
“If President Lei hadn’t stopped the match, your son would already be dust scattered to the wind!”
“Now, this kid has thrown away his life to win, ruined his own meridians—and you Zhao family dare to take advantage of his weakness, demanding the match continue?!”
Lin Xiaoao whirled back, glaring at the kneeling Zhao Ze.
Her eyes brimmed with extreme contempt.
“Zhao Ze, what kind of man are you?”
“You wet yourself in fear during a fight, and now that he’s weak, you pretend to be a hero?”
“Pah!”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s words hit like a string of firecrackers—
Every syllable sharp, stabbing straight to the heart.
She laid into Zhao Tianxiong and Zhao Ze both, leaving them battered and exposed.
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Then, it burst into suppressed laughter and heated discussion.
“Yeah! How shameless!”
“The Zhaos are showing their true colors!”
“Wet himself and still wants to fight? With what—his piss?”
The mockery crashed in like a tidal wave from all sides.
Zhao Tianxiong’s face shifted from pale to green, worse than swallowing a dead fly.
He, the head of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall, a man of status in Jiang City—
When had he ever been scolded like this by a mere girl?!
“Lin Xiaoxiao!”
Zhao Tianxiong gritted his teeth, his gaze dark and terrifying.
“This is an arena! A university entrance exam! Not your playground!”
“Get down now!”
“I won’t get down!”
Lin Xiaoxiao tilted her chin up, standing her ground fiercely.
“As long as I’m here, no one touches a single hair on his head!”
She turned back to look at Su Yu.
At his pale face and labored breathing.
Her heart clenched.
She reached out to support him.
Then hesitated, afraid of hurting his damaged meridians. Her hand froze mid-air, her eyes red.
“Are you an idiot…”
Lin Xiaoxiao whispered, her voice choking with emotion.
“To throw yourself away like this for a spot… was it worth it…”
Su Yu looked at the girl standing in front of him, willing to protect him and defy the Zhao family.
Sensing her unreserved support and pain.
A flicker of deep, complicated emotion crossed his dim eyes.
He desperately wanted to tell Lin Xiaoxiao—
Don’t cry.
I’m faking it.
But he couldn’t say that.
Not yet.
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?"
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
