The Abyssal Dragon Spear was forged from the spinal bone of a level-eight exotic beast, the Deep Sea Abyssal Dragon—a weapon ranking at the Martial Emperor grade!
It inherently carried terrifying killing aura and demon-breaking properties.
Su Yu didn't use any martial technique.
It was simply a burst of one thousand blood qi.
Combined with ten million years of honed battle instinct.
And the sheer ferocity of the Abyssal Dragon Spear itself!
Spear out like a dragon!
Sss! Sss! Sss!
Three extremely faint tearing sounds rang through the air.
Like balloons being popped by steel needles.
Chen Feng's proud, formless, and imageless mental-attribute spikes.
In front of the Abyssal Dragon Spear's tip.
Didn't even hold for half a second.
They were brutally, overwhelmingly, and instantaneously shattered!
Crushed to dust!
"What?!"
The sneer on Chen Feng's face froze solid.
A violent stabbing pain erupted in his head as backlash from his shattered mental force darkened his vision.
But.
Before he could even react.
A dim red glint had already dilated infinitely in his pupils!
Too fast!
Faster than anything a Martial Master realm cultivator could comprehend!
It was absolute killing intent—no wasted motion, the shortest distance between two points!
Whoosh.
The fierce wind stopped dead.
Time on the arena seemed to freeze completely.
The entire venue went silent.
Not a single sound.
A full four or five seconds passed.
Then a wave of sharp, synchronized gasps exploded through the crowd like a hurricane!
"Holy crap!!! What just happened?!"
"One move... just one move?! A thousand blood qi instantly killed a Martial Master mid-stage with three thousand blood qi?!"
"Chen Feng used the Chen family's top-grade Heaven-tier 《Phantom Disaster Blade》! It ignores physical defense! How could a spear just smash through it?!"
In the front row, a few senior students who had been waiting to see Su Yu humiliated now found their legs going weak, their voices trembling violently.
"Did you see that... he didn't even use blood qi to protect his body!"
"He didn't even release that 'spear intent' from yesterday's rumor! It was just an ordinary straight thrust—pure physical power and battle instinct, and he poked a Heaven-tier mental martial art to death?!"
"Just how monstrous is his combat instinct?!"
Panic and reverence spread like a plague through the dense crowd of Beijing Martial Arts University students.
All eyes that had once held jealousy and contempt for the calm, single-spear-wielding youth were now completely gone.
In their place—deep, bone-rattling fear!
"Monster... this is a real monster!"
Somewhere in the crowd, someone swallowed hard and muttered with great difficulty.
"This is the one... the only super-elite freshman in a hundred years, second of only two?"
"No wonder the three department heads fought shamelessly over him, no wonder the Martial Emperor principal personally ordered his special admission..."
"Against this absolute, overwhelming violence, how did we ever think he didn't deserve it?"
All the defiance, all the pride.
Crushed to powder under that one spear's brutal, unreasonable killing supremacy!
This wasn't a newly enrolled freshman.
This was a peerless savage beast in human skin, walking straight out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Every gaze, filled with endless awe, stared blankly at the center of the arena.
Chen Feng stood frozen.
His hands still in the seal-forming gesture.
The three thousand points of raging blood qi in his body now cowered back into his core like mice facing their natural predator.
A single bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
Dripping onto the alloy floor.
The sound was crisp and clear.
In front of his throat.
Less than a millimeter from his skin.
A section of dark red spear tip hovered perfectly still.
The sharp killing energy had already pierced his epidermis.
A thin trickle of crimson blood seeped out.
If Su Yu pushed his wrist forward even a hair's breadth more.
Chen Feng's throat would be pierced clean through!
Instant kill!
One move!
Two thousand blood qi difference!
Against a cunning, unpredictable mental-force martial artist.
Su Yu didn't even release his spear intent.
He only needed one move!
Up on the high platform.
Chu Kuang's foot, just lifted and ready to jump down to intervene, hung frozen midair.
His weathered, battle-scarred face was written with a haunted disbelief.
His eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out.
"This..."
A difficult swallow rumbled through Chu Kuang's throat.
"Is this beginner spear intent?!"
"No! He didn't even use spear intent!"
"Pure battle instinct and physical force?!"
"One thrust and he shattered a Heaven-tier mental technique?!"
Chu Kuang was stunned.
He felt his years of martial arts philosophy being dragged across the floor and ground into dirt.
This kid's combat talent—wasn't it a little too absurd?!
He destroyed a Heaven-tier technique with pure brute force!
Below the arena.
Lin Xiaoxiao watched the scene and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.
She hadn't expected Chen Feng to be so weak that he didn't even qualify to make Su Yu release his spear intent!
Truly, too weak.
On the arena.
Su Yu held the spear one-handed.
His eyes deep and calm, looking at the trembling, terrified Chen Feng.
"You lost."
Su Yu's voice wasn't loud.
But in the deathly silent training ground, it carried clearly into every ear.
Chen Feng's cold sweat dripped.
The stinging pain in his throat jolted him awake from his daze.
He had lost.
A newly enrolled freshman had killed him in a single move with a thousand blood qi.
His martial heart teetered on the edge of collapse!
"No!"
A beast-like roar tore from Chen Feng's throat.
He stumbled back two steps, dodging the lethal spear tip.
His eyes bloodshot, he stared at Su Yu.
"Impossible!"
"How could I lose?!"
He was the pride of the Chen family, a three-thousand-blood-qi grandmaster, holder of a Heaven-tier mental technique!
How could he not even survive a single exchange?!
Then.
His gaze landed on the Abyssal Dragon Spear in Su Yu's hand.
The dark-gold dragon-scale patterns, the terrifying pressure radiating from the spear tip.
A lightning bolt seemed to strike through Chen Feng's mind.
Like a drowning man grasping the last straw, he whipped his finger at Su Yu and screamed.
"I know!"
"It's the spear in your hand!"
"That's the famous Abyssal Dragon Spear! A Martial Emperor-grade divine weapon!"
Chen Feng's voice pitched sharp with hysteria.
"That spear was forged from an eighth-rank Abyssal Dragon's spine—it naturally carries demon-breaking and mental-force-suppressing properties!"
"You didn't break my 《Phantom Disaster Blade》 with your own strength!"
"You relied on that Martial Emperor-grade weapon's suppression!"
"That doesn't count!"
"You cheated!!!"
The louder Chen Feng yelled, the more it seemed he thought volume could cover the humiliation of being instantly killed.
The crowd of freshmen and seniors stirred with murmurs.
"The Abyssal Dragon Spear? No wonder it has such fierce killing aura!"
"If it's a Martial Emperor-grade weapon with inherent demon-breaking effects, then it makes sense that Chen Feng's mental attack was shattered instantly."
"But... duels don't have rules against using a good weapon, do they?"
On the arena.
Su Yu looked at the frenzied Chen Feng.
His deep eyes flickered with an utterly speechless expression.
If only you'd said no spears from the start?!
Now you want to talk to me about this?
Boom!
At that moment,
a burly figure plummeted from the high platform like a meteor!
The hard alloy fighting ring was dented with two deep footprints where he landed.
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.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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?!
