Boom!
A violent blast of air exploded across the arena.
Zhao Ze charged at Su Yu like a beast consumed by madness, wielding a full-score blood energy of 10.3 and the terrifying power of the Profound-grade low-tier martial technique, "Crumbling Rock Palm"!
"Die! Just die already!!!"
Zhao Ze roared.
His palms lashed out in rapid succession, white streaks of force tearing through the air with sharp, piercing sonic booms.
He wanted to tear apart the civilian who had humiliated him, using the most brutal and violent means possible—reducing him to nothing but shreds.
Facing this onslaught that came like a raging storm,
Su Yu finally moved.
He didn't counterattack. He didn't unleash any blood energy.
Instead, "clumsily," he stumbled backward.
Whoosh!
One of Zhao Ze's palms grazed past the tip of Su Yu's nose, the violent force of the wind leaving a thin bloody gash across Su Yu's pale face.
A narrow escape!
Su Yu staggered, seemingly losing his balance, and awkwardly pitched to the left.
Bang!
Another one of Zhao Ze's palms slammed hard into the alloy floor where Su Yu had been standing just moments ago.
The hardened special alloy actually bore a palm print an inch deep from that single strike!
Shards of debris scattered.
Su Yu gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, as if each dodge had drained every last ounce of his strength.
He kept retreating, his steps unsteady.
Under Zhao Ze's relentless, airtight assault, he looked like a lone boat adrift in a stormy sea, about to be capsized by the raging waves at any moment.
Completely helpless!
"Dodge? How much longer can you keep dodging!"
Zhao Ze sneered, the bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes growing stronger.
He relished this cat-and-mouse thrill.
He wanted to watch Su Yu slowly exhaust himself in fear and despair, and finally end up begging for mercy at his feet like a dead dog!
Below the arena,
Lin Xiaoxiao gripped the cold alloy railing tightly.
Her pure, beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
Her vision was already blurry.
"Stop... please, stop fighting..."
Lin Xiaoxiao bit her pale lips, her voice trembling.
She really couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Su Yu looked too pitiful right now.
Every dodge was like walking through the gates of hell.
Clearly, he was already at his limit, fading fast. Clearly, he only had to yell "I surrender" to survive.
What was he stubbornly holding out for?!
Was he really willing to throw his life away for the sake of some pathetic pride?!
On the other side of the stands,
Inside the VIP booth,
Zhao Tianxiong raised his freshly replaced cup of hot tea, leaning comfortably into the plush leather sofa.
Watching his son relentlessly corner Su Yu on the arena, trapping him in deadly peril at every turn,
the earlier gloom on Zhao Tianxiong's face had vanished. It was replaced by a triumphant, loud, and delighted laugh.
"Hahaha! Good! Hit him well!"
Zhao Tianxiong slapped his thigh hard.
"Ze'er, don't kill him just yet!"
"Toy with him slowly! Let him know the price of crossing our Zhao family!"
The butler, standing nearby, also let out a long sigh of relief.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he joined in with a fawning laugh.
"You're absolutely right, Master."
"That kid was just putting on a show earlier with some evil trick, bluffing. Now he's showing his true colors."
"He can't even touch a single corner of the young master's clothes. He's a complete waste."
"The spot at Kyoto Martial University is as good as the young master's!"
It was all but settled now.
As far as everyone could see, this one-sided, no-contest massacre was already in its final countdown.
Yet,
No one knew.
At this very moment on the arena, that seemingly battered Su Yu—who looked ready to collapse at any second—
his dim eyes held a chilling calm deep within.
His mind was constantly calculating distances, angles, and... the psychology of a Grandmaster!
Dodging?
Clumsily stumbling?
It was all a carefully fabricated act!
With his terrifying combat power of 1000 points from the Martial Artist realm, Zhao Ze's vaunted attack speed was slower than a crawling snail in Su Yu's eyes!
The reason he wasn't fighting back
was that Su Yu knew his real opponent wasn't this rabid, barking dog before him.
It was the twenty-thousand blood-energy, fully-spiritual-boiling Grandmaster, Lei Potian, who had his pressure locked tightly on the entire arena from the high platform.
Su Yu understood very well.
A Grandmaster's reaction speed was too fast.
The moment even the slightest trace of killing intent leaked from his body, or he made any retaliatory move,
Lei Potian would absolutely tear through space itself in a thousandth of a second and block Zhao Ze's path.
If that happened, Su Yu would lose any chance to kill Zhao Ze—forever.
So.
He had to endure.
To fake.
To create that perfect moment when even a Grandmaster would think "the match is over" and let his guard down.
"Almost..."
While "painfully" dodging Zhao Ze's relentless palm strikes, Su Yu counted down in his mind.
His breathing grew more ragged, his steps more erratic.
Finally,
when he had backed into the corner of the arena, with no room left to retreat,
Su Yu's left foot, in a very "unnatural" manner, tripped over his own right ankle.
His body suddenly lost balance, leaving his entire right side wide open!
An opening!
A deadly, completely vulnerable, huge opening!
"GO DIE!!!"
How could Zhao Ze possibly let such a golden opportunity slip away?
His eyes instantly filled with blood, and he let out a joyful, ferocious roar.
Pouring all of his 10.3 blood energy without reserve into his right palm,
he channeled the "Crumbling Rock Palm" to its ultimate limit, and with a piercing sonic boom, he aimed directly at Su Yu's left shoulder and slammed down hard!
From the high platform,
Grandmaster Lei Potian's expression sharpened.
"It's over."
The Grandmaster made his final judgment in his mind.
He could see clearly that Zhao Ze's palm was aimed at Su Yu's shoulder—not a fatal weak point like the heart or skull.
"The shoulder will shatter. He'll lose his ability to fight back."
"This blow won't kill him."
"I should head down now and declare the result."
Once this judgment formed, Lei Potian's previously tensed, bowstring-taut blood energy of twenty-thousand—which had been primed to explode at any moment—relaxed by just the slightest fraction.
He didn't choose to immediately tear open space to block the blow.
There was no need.
Since it wouldn't be fatal, let this farce end with Su Yu seriously injured and collapsing.
Below the arena,
Lin Xiaoxiao watched as that unavoidable palm came down, tears finally spilling over.
"Su Yu!!!"
She gave a despairing cry and closed her eyes, not daring to witness the bloody, flesh-rending disaster that was about to follow.
Inside the VIP booth,
The smile on Zhao Tianxiong's face bloomed completely.
"It's settled!"
THUD!!!
An extremely muffled, teeth-grinding sound of flesh colliding exploded across the arena!
Zhao Ze's right palm, glowing with a rocky luster, landed solidly—without encountering any resistance at all—right onto Su Yu's left shoulder!
Landing the hit!
A brutally cruel elation instantly flashed across Zhao Ze's face.
He was already mentally preparing himself to hear the crisp, splintering sound of Su Yu's bones, and to feast his eyes on Su Yu's miserable, agonized wails as he fell in a pool of blood.
But.
A thousandth of a second later,
the elation on Zhao Ze's face, as if someone had hit the pause button,
froze completely.
Paralyzed.
Then, it instantly twisted into an expression of extreme, ghostly terror!
Something was wrong!
Something was very, very wrong!
The moment his palm came into contact with Su Yu's shoulder,
He felt like he hadn’t hit a human body of flesh and blood at all!
Hard!
Too hard!!!
It was as if an ordinary man had thrown a full-force punch against a block of solid steel that had been tempered a thousand times.
There was no sound of bones shattering.
No spray of blood.
His proud Yellow-tier low-grade martial technique, the Cracking Rock Palm—the same one that could leave palm prints in alloy floors—
the moment it touched Su Yu’s shoulder, that violent surge of energy vanished like a stone thrown into the ocean, without stirring even the slightest ripple.
Not only that.
A terrifying, supremely dominant counterforce—
scrambling down from Su Yu’s shoulder like a raging tsunami—
violently surged back into Zhao Ze’s arm!
Crack!
The bone in Zhao Ze’s right arm issued a spine-chilling snap.
Directly shattered into countless fine cracks by that rebound force!
“Ah—!”
The excruciating pain twisted Zhao Ze’s features beyond recognition, but in his extreme horror, even his scream got lodged in his throat.
How is this possible?!
Wasn’t his life force completely depleted?!
Wasn’t he a cripple who could barely stand?!
This body… this body, harder than a monster’s—what the hell is going on!!!
Fear, like an icy venomous snake, instantly coiled tightly around Zhao Ze’s heart.
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.
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!
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
