"Bam!"
A crisp sound erupted on Xia Xiashan's forehead, echoing throughout the arena.
The poor dojo master was sent crashing onto her back by the monstrous force of a flicked finger.
She went from kneeling on one knee to flat on her back in an instant.
And this was after Lin Yu had adjusted his strength based on earlier tests.
If he had flicked her fragile forehead at full power…
When the police arrived later,
how would he explain?
That he’d killed someone… with his middle finger?
"Tsk…"
"Ugh!"
Lying on the ground, Xia Xiashan groaned as sharp pain pulsed through her skull.
The ceiling above her wobbled between blurry and painfully clear.
But worse than the physical agony was the humiliation.
Ever since she’d taken over the dojo alone, all these years…
She had always been the one dishing out beatings—when had anyone ever dared to challenge her?
Yet today!
She had lost… to a twenty-year-old kid?
And not just lost—she’d been utterly crushed, five against one!
But the most unbearable part?
The final move that took her down… was a freaking flick to the forehead!!
The arena was eerily silent.
The person lying motionless from a single finger flick was none other than their revered "Master Xia," "Sister Shan"—the undefeated "War Goddess" of Pingchuan!
Even in defeat, none of the students dared to mock or question her.
But in their hearts, Lin Yu’s image had skyrocketed to unimaginable heights after this fight.
From the spectator area,
Maomao covered her mouth in shock, muttering,
"Shan… just lost…"
"This is insane… ZerO’s strength…"
Xia Yiwei, however, wasn’t in a hurry to celebrate. Suppressing her excitement, she grumbled,
"Stubborn old sis, even after getting wrecked like this, you still won’t admit defeat?"
Inside the ring,
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire Xia Xiashan’s tenacity.
Right now,
she was probably still dazed.
And yet… she wanted to keep fighting?
"It’s not… over yet…"
"Just because one arm’s useless…"
Gritting her teeth, Xia Xiashan forced herself up on shaky legs, wobbling as she rose:
"Lin Yu… this isn’t finished…"
"I still have one hand left!"
Lin Yu scratched his cheek. "…"
And then what?
Was she planning to hit him with some legendary one-handed technique?
The renewed cheers from the crowd made him pause.
Wait… was he the villain now?
Huh.
Not bad, actually.
Lin Yu stepped forward.
Facing Xia Xiashan, who was barely standing, he unleashed another ruthless barrage of punches and palm strikes.
Managing to speak two sentences had already been her limit.
Counterattacking? Defending?
Impossible.
"Ghk—!"
Xia Xiashan clenched her jaw, refusing to cry out in pain.
Her body crumpled like dough, collapsing onto the mat once more.
"So? Master Xia?"
"Got any other limbs left?"
The teasing question
felt like a blade slicing through the last shreds of her pride.
Lying on the ground, she stared up at the towering shadow above her.
And suddenly realized—
He was so… tall.
Had he always been this tall?
So tall she couldn’t reach, no matter how hard she tried…
"Enough!!"
"Stop fighting already!"
Just as the staff member was about to strike the gong to officially end the match,
a flash of white rushed into the arena—a nurse in uniform.
Lin Yu: "…"
Here we go.
The shameless little sister’s victory speech.
This "heart-wrenching" yet "sisterly" performance was bound to be dramatic.
Sure enough,
the angel in white rushed to her fallen sister’s side…
and immediately started pressing down on her chest with full force!
"One, two, three… Wake up, sis!"
"Four, five…"
Xia Xiashan winced in pain. "!!!"
She wasn’t even unconscious!
Xia Yiwei was clearly taking revenge.
If her limbs weren’t numb, she’d have jumped up and throttled her sister right then.
So what if she couldn’t beat Lin Yu? She could still wreck Xia Yiwei!
"Xia Yiwei… enough… cut it out…"
"Cough!"
"Trying to finish me off?"
Xia Xiashan managed to rasp out.
But in response,
her sister’s lips curled into a gleeful smirk.
"Oh! You’re awake! Thank goodness!"
"It’s all Little Master’s fault for hitting you so hard."
"I should’ve stepped in sooner—I’m so sorry!"
"I just never imagined…"
"Five against one, and you still lost."
"Flung around like ballet dancers, one after another."
"And you, sis…"
"No! I can’t accept it!!"
"How could you lose to a flick on the forehead?"
"And… such a loud one, too!"
Xia Xiashan: "…"
Someone. Anyone. Tear her mouth off.
Last time she’d beaten Xia Yiwei at the dojo, the brat hadn’t been this vicious!
Damn you, Xia Yiwei.
Can’t you let me live this down?
Unfortunately,
no one in the room had the guts to speak up for their master.
Xia Yiwei’s verbal assault wasn’t just targeting her sister—it was a slap to the entire dojo’s face.
A blatant declaration:
I’m not singling anyone out—I’m saying all of you are trash~
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Emergency Mission "Martial Trial" complete!]
[Successfully avenged your sect brother, defeated a martial arts expert, and resolved the elder’s grudge!]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 1 free System Shop draw.]
Lin Yu: Nice~
The long-awaited rewards from Nurse Sister were finally his.
But the bigger prize…
His gaze shifted through the crowd,
locking onto Maomao.
Maomao: "!!!"
For some reason,
meeting Lin Yu’s eyes sent a chill down her spine.
Instinctively, she took a step back, fists clenched nervously.
Suddenly,
she wasn’t so sure if her reckless decision last night had been a blessing… or a curse.
……
Meanwhile,
at Maomao Pet Shop on Commercial Street.
"Ding-a-ling~"
The door chime jingled.
Chang Xiaoxiao adjusted her glasses and greeted warmly:
"Welcome, miss!"
A girl in a blue-and-white striped hoodie and shorts shuffled in with slightly inward-turned steps.
Chang Xiaoxiao blinked in surprise.
Who dressed like this in summer?
With those long legs, the girl probably had a killer figure—so why cover up?
Shy type?
The girl fiddled with the edge of her kangaroo pocket:
"U-um… Sister Rui…"
Chang Xiaoxiao immediately understood. Smiling, she said:
"Looking for our manager? No problem, miss. Just a moment."
Then,
she took a deep breath and bellowed toward the back:
"BOSS! CUSTOMER HERE FOR YOU!!"
The booming shout made the girl flinch.
But after a second, she relaxed.
Yeah… that’s how you call for Sister Ruirui.
Soon,
Mao Ruirui hurried over, wiping sweat from her brow:
"Who? Who’s asking for—"
"Eh?"
"Little Fu!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
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?"
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!
