The figure of the "Cao Bandit" in mid-air executed a somersault, his long blade suddenly unleashing a move called "Stormy Darkness."
The crane-like fighter's eyes flickered with surprise—she hadn't expected him to still be capable of such martial prowess at this moment.
But.
"A futile struggle. Useless."
"Your Flowing Water Blade Technique hasn't reached its peak!"
Indeed, it was useless.
Under the sweeping tail of the Heavenly Dragon, her spear surged with overwhelming momentum, instantly swallowing the countless blade shadows.
The disparity in their realms was perfectly showcased in this moment through the difference in martial power.
Yet, hidden within those blade shadows was...
"Tidal Roar of Heaven and Earth!"
Behind the flurry of blade shadows, a wave-like surge of blade energy erupted violently.
Majestic as a waterfall, devastating as a tsunami.
"Useless."
The crane-like fighter thought indifferently.
Her spear's momentum remained unbroken as she watched calmly.
One slash, two slashes, three slashes...
Finally, the spear strike, resembling the coiling tail of a cloud dragon, was deflected.
Seeing this...
"There should be one more slash, right?"
"A Flowing Water Blade Technique at the 'Mastery' level."
"Impressive."
She mused inwardly.
So young, yet a prodigy with the blade.
No wonder he was so arrogant.
Yet she remained completely unshaken. Catching her spear mid-air, she flipped backward and thrust forward with a piercing strike:
"Then let this be your final blow."
"Proud Dragon's Glance Back!"
A faint dragon's roar seemed to echo through the air as her spear tore through space.
The final stance of the Cloud Dragon Spear Technique!
Her entire body transformed into a streak of azure light, charging toward her opponent.
At that very moment, the fourth slash of Tidal Roar of Heaven and Earth was unleashed.
The instant this slash was executed—
An overwhelming, domineering aura descended upon the battlefield!
Everyone present froze in shock.
"Holy sht..."
Grandpa Tong shuddered as he witnessed the slash. "Am I seeing this right? That's..."
BOOM—!
The blade cleaved through the dragon!
A shockwave erupted!
The two figures swiftly disengaged.
[You have died.]
The crane-like fighter stared at the notification hovering above the arena, her previously calm eyes now filled with disbelief.
She fixed her gaze on the unassuming swordsman before her and forced out two words through gritted teeth:
"Blade Intent."
The final slash of Tidal Roar of Heaven and Earth had actually contained a trace of Blade Intent.
Her first thought was that it was impossible.
Blade Intent was something only those at the Fourth Stage, after years of honing their craft, could comprehend.
Even she, despite her skill, had yet to fully grasp a Spear Intent—she was still a step away.
Yet this guy...
Had used the basic Flowing Water Blade Technique to manifest Blade Intent.
And not just any intent—one so tyrannical, perfectly harmonized with Tidal Roar of Heaven and Earth.
"Wait... you just comprehended it?"
She suddenly understood.
If he had already mastered Blade Intent, he would have used it earlier.
There was only one explanation.
He had been using her—using this battle—to force himself into comprehending Blade Intent.
"You deliberately put yourself in that life-or-death situation..."
"To achieve enlightenment..."
Her eyes widened.
This was a brutal, high-stakes method of training, spoken of only in legends of the battlefield.
It required an insane level of combat talent.
Just who was this guy?
She glanced toward the spectator stands, where her useless younger brother sat.
Grandpa Tong looked just as stunned, shrugging as if to say, "Don't ask me."
Where the hell did this monster come from?
"More or less."
Wang Xian simply shrugged, satisfied with the outcome of the battle.
He had achieved his goal.
He had fully grasped Bai Hongtian's Tyrannical Blade Intent and seamlessly integrated it into his Flowing Water Blade Technique.
At this stage, Blade Intent didn't actually amplify the raw power of techniques.
Instead, it was a high-level skill that exerted psychological pressure on opponents, disrupting their momentum and energy flow to indirectly enhance one's own strength.
In simpler terms, his victory just now had been entirely due to the intimidation of Blade Intent.
It wasn't that her technique was weaker—it was the mental shock that had decided the outcome.
Normally, only Fifth Stage martial artists—those who had unlocked all five genetic chains of their innate talents—could truly harness Blade Intent to directly empower their techniques.
That was why most martial artists only began comprehending Blade Intent at the Fourth Stage.
A few prodigies, exceptionally skilled in technique, might attempt it as early as the Second or Third Stage.
But once they reached the Fifth Stage, Blade Intent would fuse with their martial arts, causing their strength to skyrocket.
The government didn't encourage premature attempts at comprehending Blade Intent.
After all, Blade Intent was deeply tied to one's mindset, intellect, comprehension, and life experiences.
Without sufficient foundation, attempting to grasp it could drive a person insane.
Cases of martial artists losing their minds after forcing enlightenment were far too common.
That was why it was generally safer to wait until one's technique had reached the Fourth or Fifth Stage before attempting it.
"One more match."
The crane-like fighter spoke after a moment of silence.
"Not happening."
Wang Xian waved her off.
He had achieved his goal—there was no need to continue.
Now, he just needed to use that bottle of Essence Crystal Water to further open his meridians before moving on to cultivating martial secret techniques or movement-based martial arts.
"No!"
The crane-like fighter insisted firmly, "You only won once. Fight me again—I won't lose this time."
If he had been a Fourth or Fifth Stage expert with Blade Intent, she would have conceded.
But at the First Stage of vitality—not even a true martial artist yet—the gap wasn't insurmountable.
Besides, she wasn't unfamiliar with Blade Intent.
She had simply been caught off guard earlier.
Especially since his blade technique was only at the "Mastery" level—definitely inferior to hers.
With proper mental preparation, it wouldn't be so easy next time!
"No, you can't beat me." Wang Xian said.
"Hah." She scoffed.
As if he was the only genius here?
Who wasn't a prodigy these days?
"Fine... if that's how you want it..." Wang Xian studied the unyielding fire in her eyes and said calmly, "No need for a full match. Just one move."
"If I lose in that one move, I lose."
She frowned, about to retort.
"Do as I say."
Wang Xian glanced around before continuing, "Just like before—use Heaven-Earth Reversal again."
"What's your game?"
"Just follow my lead."
The crane-like fighter fell silent.
Seeing him close the distance just as before, she leaped into the air and coldly executed Heaven-Earth Reversal.
Wang Xian once again caught the shaft of her spear with his hand.
An identical reenactment of their earlier clash—the exact moment where he had been sent flying and forced into a desperate situation.
But this time...
"Heaven-Earth Reversal, huh..."
"Theoretically, it's unbreakable..."
"But that depends on who's facing it."
The instant his hand gripped the spear, Wang Xian's fingers twitched slightly.
In the next moment—
He seized control of the spear, flipping it upward with a sudden, overwhelming force.
The spear's tip was now aimed directly at its original wielder.
A flawless counter—
"Mountain-Lifting Moon Embrace!"
She was sent flying before she could even process what had happened, her voice failing her in sheer shock.
This was even more unbelievable than witnessing his Blade Intent earlier.
Because—
He had broken it.
He had broken her technique—Heaven-Earth Reversal, a move no one had ever countered before!
CLANG—!
She landed heavily.
The spear's tip embedded itself into the ground right beside her.
The vibrating spear seemed to hum with the sheer force of the strike.
The entire arena trembled under its impact.
"Sorry, but when it comes to spears, you don’t stand a chance."
With one last glance at his opponent, Wang Xian delivered his final words before logging off:
"Besides, I have no interest in fighting someone who’s already injured."
The three spectators in the arena were left utterly stunned.
"That kid really knows spear techniques… But what level of the Thousand-Army Spear Technique is this?"
"I can’t make sense of it at all…"
Grandpa Tong trembled uncontrollably. "Wait—injured? What injury? Is my sister hurt?"
He wanted to press further, but the other party had already vanished with cool detachment.
Stepping into the arena, Grandpa Tong could only see his elder sister standing frozen, her gaze vacant.
A disbelieving murmur escaped her lips:
"So that’s how it is…"
"A legendary martial arts realm…"
"Returning to Simplicity…"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
