All the monkeys witnessed the "cup-throwing" moment.
In an instant, the activation signal was received!
Poor Director Yi had no idea what was happening.
He continued lingering around Monkey King Thirteen, searching for the best-lit angle.
"Here, take a picture of me here. I need to look sharp."
Director Yi smoothed his sparse, greasy hair and stood stiffly upright.
Hearing this, his wife slowly shuffled over with her phone.
At the same time—
"Eee-ya-ya!"
At Monkey King Thirteen's command,
monkeys from the trees and ground swarmed forward.
Still oblivious to the severity of the situation, Director Yi chuckled and said,
"Quick, take the picture! So many monkeys are watching the fun."
"Hahaha, I’ve become the Monkey King!"
Staff familiar with monkey behavior sensed trouble and immediately shouted,
"Sir, get out of there!"
"Director Yi! Monkeys have strong territorial instincts—it’s dangerous!"
But after witnessing Lin Yu’s earlier conversation with Monkey King Thirteen,
Director Yi and his family dismissed the staff’s warnings as nonsense.
What danger could there possibly be in taking a photo?
Influenced by his father, Young Master Yi excitedly grabbed a banana and dashed toward Monkey King Thirteen.
Every now and then,
he glanced back at the elementary students standing safely away, mocking them for missing out.
Kids are like that—
thinking they’re the toughest for doing what others wouldn’t dare.
Thirteen completely ignored this "rich family’s foolish son."
His claws waved through the air, signaling his underlings to "form ranks."
So you’re the Monkey King, huh?
A lousy impostor daring to mimic the Great Sage Equal of Heaven?
Thirteen bared his teeth and roared furiously:
"Ooo-rah (Get him)!"
Director Yi, mid-pose with a peace sign, suddenly saw darkness.
A scout monkey leaped high and lunged straight for his shoulder.
"Huh? Hey—hey!"
"Go! Get away!"
Director Yi reacted quickly, flailing his arms wildly.
After shaking off the scout monkey, he threw punches as a warning.
Little did he know—
One monkey down, ten more rise.
A semicircle of monkeys blocked his escape route.
To his credit,
Young Master Yi was filial—yelling "Dad!"—he charged forward with a large tree branch.
Lin Yu shook his head in dismay.
If only you’d run for help instead, that would’ve shown some brains.
Now you’re just delivering supplies to the enemy!
Sure enough,
Young Master Yi barely took two steps before a scrawny monkey effortlessly disarmed him.
The monkey then smoothly executed a "Avada Kedavra" combo.
"Everyone, step back—quickly!"
"Form a tight group and don’t go near the commotion."
Teacher Tang and Teacher Fang’s first instinct was to shield the children behind them.
Lin Yu also urgently warned:
"Don’t approach. We’re not in danger."
"And whatever you do, don’t stampede downhill—that’d be even more dangerous."
As the true mastermind, Lin Yu knew better than to involve the kids.
With him standing guard, no monkey dared come close.
Seeing this, the park staff rushed forward with deterrent tools.
But never underestimate monkey intelligence.
A lone monkey can be easily subdued by humans.
But against a troop, it’s the isolated human who should fear.
The monkeys darted around, systematically cutting off the staff’s path.
They didn’t attack—just delayed them long enough to finish off Director Yi.
By now,
Director Yi was battered by flying claws and kicks.
Scratches streaked his face and neck.
Cornered against a locust tree, he had nowhere left to retreat.
"Back! Back!"
"Listen, I’ve trained in martial arts!"
"Stop messing around—it’s just a photo!"
"Fine, no more pictures! Here, have a banana…"
He rolled a banana toward Thirteen.
Thirteen ignored it, picked it up, and hurled it straight at Director Yi’s face.
Director Yi: "Hey! No need for violence!"
Thirteen: "Eee-ya-ya! (Say it loud—who rules Monkey Mountain?)"
Terrified, Director Yi couldn’t understand monkey-speak—he just wanted to flee.
Spotting a narrow path, he bolted, yelling:
"Security! Security, stop them!"
But these monkeys were determined to impress their king.
No way would they let the Jade Emperor’s lackey escape.
A nearby monkey delivered a swift kick to his knee.
Director Yi howled in pain, clutching his leg.
Another monkey scaled him like a vine and slapped the back of his head—
CRACK!
The blow sent him stumbling.
As he turned, a third monkey jabbed his gut with sharp claws.
Then came a flurry of vicious moves:
Monkey Tail Whip, Ape’s Back Flex, Little Monkey Plucks the Peach…
Lin Yu watched, impressed.
No wonder people say:
Why mess with monkeys in the first place?
"Dad!!"
"Lao Yi!!"
The mother and son’s screams drew the attention of idle monkeys.
Within seconds,
phones, bags, necklaces—
all looted in under a minute.
The watching kids weren’t scared.
If anything, some were thrilled.
"Wow, monkeys are vicious!"
"Did you see that? They snatched the phone in one grab!"
"The director’s down—what a mess!"
"Good thing Teacher Lin’s here. No monkey’s coming near us."
Teacher Tang couldn’t bear to watch, shielding the kids:
"This is awful… Director Yi, he—he—didn’t the staff intervene?"
Lin Yu half-wondered:
If the students weren’t here, would Tang Yimian be foolish enough to try rescuing him?
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Host’s display of ‘Monkey King’ prowess leaves outer sect disciples in awe!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "???"
Maomao, what the—
Then, Maomao tugged his sleeve.
In a whisper only they could hear, she murmured:
"Lin Yu… did you just…"
"issue a monkey hit order?"
Lin Yu: "…"
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
