This child must not be spared!
Too ruthless!
That kind of mad dog mentality, willing to fight to the death and bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh before dying.
If he's allowed to live today.
Even if he's a cripple, he'll definitely be a threat in the future!
Besides, by asking that question, he clearly has no intention of admitting defeat!
This is a godsent opportunity!
Here, on the arena of the college entrance exams!
It's the perfect chance for his son to legitimately kill this mortal enemy in front of the entire city of Jiangcheng!
Not even the Grandmaster could find fault with it!
A killing intent flashed in Zhao Tianxiong's eyes.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward and began stoking the flames directly.
"Excellent!"
Zhao Tianxiong bellowed, his voice drowning out the clamor of the whole arena.
"Su Yu! So you still have some backbone!"
"Since you've put it that way, I, Zhao Tianxiong, am not an unreasonable man!"
Pointing at Su Yu, Zhao Tianxiong made his arrogant promise.
"If you really have the skill, on this arena, in front of President Lei and a hundred thousand people, to kill my son!"
"I, Zhao Tianxiong, swear that the Zhao family will not pursue this!"
"But if you end up killed by my son,"
Zhao Tianxiong let out a cold laugh, his tone sinister.
"Then you'll have brought it upon yourself. You have no one else to blame!"
It was shameless to the extreme.
Turning a cheap shot into high-sounding rhetoric.
Lin Xiaoxiao was furious!
She whirled around and grabbed Su Yu's arm.
Her nails were almost digging into his flesh.
"Is it worth it?!"
Lin Xiaoxiao's voice trembled, tears finally welling up in her eyes.
"Su Yu! What exactly are you after!"
"Risking your life for empty fame? For a breath of pride?"
"In this state, he could crush you with one slap!"
Lin Xiaoxiao stamped her foot in desperation. She truly couldn't understand Su Yu's suicidal behavior.
In her eyes, Zhao Ze was as good as dead.
Once the match was over, she had plenty of ways to destroy the Zhao family.
Why on earth was he here, using his broken body to fight a mad dog to the death?
Su Yu felt the trembling on his arm.
He looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's face, flushed with anxiety and anger.
Those clear eyes held nothing but worry for him.
Su Yu sighed softly in his heart.
He turned his hand and grasped Lin Xiaoxiao's wrist.
With a slight effort.
He pulled her hand away from his arm.
"Don't worry."
Su Yu looked into her eyes, his voice extremely steady.
So steady that there wasn't a single ripple.
And then, at the moment their gazes met,
In the depths of Su Yu's profound eyes, there was an extremely subtle flash of something only Lin Xiaoxiao could understand—
Playfulness.
The flash was so fleeting it almost seemed like an illusion.
Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned.
She stared blankly at Su Yu.
Her mind went blank for a brief moment.
Playfulness?
How could someone so close to death have such a look in his eyes?
Could it be...?
An incredible thought suddenly crossed Lin Xiaoxiao's mind.
But before she could think it through,
Su Yu had already turned his head and looked at Lei Potian.
"President Lei."
Su Yu took a deep breath and straightened his slightly stooped back.
"I agree. Let's do it again."
Final confirmation!
Four words, spoken with weight.
They severed all retreat.
Lin Xiaoxiao was about to cry.
She stamped the alloy floor hard in anger, tears finally falling.
"Don't worry?"
"In your state, how can you tell me not to worry!!!"
She gritted her teeth, staring intently at Su Yu's back.
"If you die, I'll slaughter the entire Zhao family and bury them with you!"
The curse was venomous, spoken by this pure young lady with an obstinacy that was heartbreaking.
On the high platform.
Lei Potian gave Su Yu a long, hard look.
Since the participant had already made his decision, as the referee, Lei Potian had no right to forcefully stop the match.
The path of martial arts is about living through death.
"Very well."
Lei Potian nodded, shifting his gaze to Zhao Ze.
"Zhao Ze, and you?"
"Do you agree to continue this arena match?"
"I agree! Of course I agree!"
Zhao Ze eagerly shouted.
His face was filled with fanaticism, his eyes showing the twisted pleasure of someone about to torture his prey.
"Would I be afraid of him?!"
"A waste whose qi and blood are withering!"
"Today, I'll crush his throat with my own hands, in front of the entire city!"
Zhao Ze laughed arrogantly.
The laughter echoed through the arena.
Extremely arrogant, overwhelmingly overbearing.
But—
With the yellow liquid still dripping drop by drop down the leg of his pure-white custom-made training pants,
This arrogant display seemed ridiculously absurd.
Like a clown who had just wet himself, screeching and bellowing about his bravery on stage.
The entire audience of a hundred thousand watched this scene with contempt in their eyes.
But no one spoke.
Because everyone knew that what was coming was an extremely brutal one-sided slaughter.
"Since both parties have no objections."
Lei Potian waved his hand, and a gentle but irresistible surge of qi and blood force surged out.
It directly pushed Lin Xiaoxiao, who refused to leave the arena, to the edge of the steps below.
"Clear the area!"
"Unaffiliated personnel, step down from the arena!"
Pushed off the stage, Lin Xiaoxiao clung tightly to the alloy railing, her knuckles white from the strain.
She stared intently at the thin back in the center of the arena.
She held her breath.
Zhao Tianxiong also let out a cold laugh and leaped off the stage.
He returned to his VIP box.
He picked up a cup of freshly poured tea, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, and prepared to enjoy the show of his son's overwhelming performance.
In the center of the arena.
Only Su Yu and Zhao Ze remained.
Twenty meters apart.
The air was thick with a suffocating, murderous silence.
"Su Yu."
Zhao Ze twisted his neck, his bones letting out a crisp crackling sound.
The smile on his face vanished entirely, replaced by extreme malevolence.
"Today, one year from now will be your death anniversary."
Boom!
The violent 10.3 level of qi and blood burst forth from Zhao Ze's body without any restraint!
His pure-white martial arts uniform fluttered in the wind.
Low-Tier Profound-class combat skill, Crumbling Rock Palm!
Opening stance!
This time, he held nothing back, pushing his qi and blood to its peak.
Within his palm, the ball of white air was even denser than before, even carrying a faint, piercing sonic boom.
He would strike to kill!
No way would he give the Grandmaster another chance to intervene!
And across from him.
Su Yu still stood there.
His face pale, his breathing ragged.
He hadn't even raised his hands, just silently watching Zhao Ze in his berserk state.
Lei Potian raised his right hand high.
His gaze was locked firmly on the two people in the arena.
The hundred thousand qi and blood within his own body were like a volcano about to erupt, ready to forcefully intervene at any moment.
He would never allow Su Yu to die before his eyes.
A hundred thousand people in the arena held their breath.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
"Battle!"
"Begin!!!"
With Lei Potian's thunderous shout,
His right hand swung down heavily!
Boom!
The alloy floor beneath Zhao Ze’s feet cracked once again.
He transformed into a streak of white afterimage, carrying an unstoppable and terrifying force.
He lunged toward Su Yu with savage fury!
“Die!!!”
The Reaper had arrived.
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?!
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
