The Medal Battlefield had now become the focal point for everyone in the City of No Return.
Outside the battlefield, crowds had gathered as well. Though they couldn’t enter, they were desperate to know what was happening inside.
After all, nearly ninety percent of them had placed bets on the outcome.
This time, it could be said the entire city had joined the gamble—many had even staked their entire fortunes.
“What’s going on? Why can’t we hear anything this time?”
“I heard it’s been soundproofed. Unless someone comes out, no one will know what’s happening—how many battles Chen Chang’an has won or lost.”
“Ugh, I really want to see it with my own eyes. A grand event like this doesn’t come around often.”
“Huh? Looks like someone’s coming out.”
“Holy shit, you’re right! We can’t get in, but he just walks out like it’s nothing?”
As the crowd buzzed with speculation, a dejected man trudged out of the Medal Battlefield. The nearest group immediately swarmed around him.
“Brother, what’s happening inside?”
“Yeah, tell us! We’re dying to know—is Chen Chang’an still alive?”
“Damn it, say something! Are you mute or what?”
“Can you at least give us a clue? What the hell happened?”
No matter how they pressed, the man remained silent, head bowed, his mood utterly despondent.
The others began to sense something ominous—had this guy bet his entire fortune and lost it all?
“Hahahaha… gone… it’s all gone!”
“Every last bit of it!”
Just then, another man stumbled out, his state even more frenzied than the first.
“What’s gone?”
“What happened inside?” the crowd clamored.
“Chen Chang’an, that bastard! He’s a monster, a complete monster!”
“He won—streak after streak! The bastard’s already on an eighty-win streak!”
“Unstoppable, absolutely unstoppable!”
I've lost everything... everything! I can't even afford tomorrow's storage fee!
“I… I’m going to be homeless!”
As he spoke, the grown man burst into tears. Whether they had any attachment to the City of No Return or not, one thing was undeniable—living here was relatively safe.
Outside the city, who knew what awaited them?
“Eighty wins? Are you sure it’s eighty?”
“How is that possible? Even if Chen Chang’an is a freak, how could he pull off eighty wins in such a short time?”
“No way, absolutely no way! If Chen Chang’an has eighty wins, then I must be…”
“Ruined… completely ruined! I’ve lost everything!”
The news of Chen Chang’an’s eighty-win streak was too much for most to accept. After all, the majority had bet against him.
Though the odds were low, it had seemed like easy money—who could’ve imagined Chen Chang’an would rack up eighty wins so quickly?
This meant that his hundred-win milestone was now just a matter of time.
“It’s fine… I bet on Chen Chang’an failing to reach a hundred wins. There’s still a chance—I still have a chance!”
“Right, right! Yan Xiong hasn’t made his move yet. Yan Xiong is in the Void Comprehension Realm—once he steps in, Chen Chang’an will be crushed!”
Yan Xiong—he was their last hope. His strength was something they still had full confidence in.
Even so, many had already slunk away to weep in secret. The losses were too devastating.
What had seemed like a sure-win had turned into Chen Chang’an’s relentless domination.
In the Joyful Tower, the proprietress was equally stunned when she heard about Chen Chang’an’s eighty-win streak.
It wasn’t that she doubted his strength—it was the speed that left her speechless.
Only one scenario could explain this: a large number of Platinum Medal holders had surrendered, allowing Chen Chang’an to achieve eighty wins in such a short span.
“What exactly happened inside?”
“What method did Chen Chang’an use to make these proud Platinum Medal holders concede?” the proprietress asked curiously.
“An invincible presence.”
An invincible presence?
Four simple words said it all—Chen Chang’an had displayed absolute power, leaving them too terrified to fight.
“Fascinating. My interest in Chen Chang’an grows by the minute.”
“It seems the only one who can stop him from reaching a hundred wins is Yan Xiong.”
“Tell me—does he have what it takes?” the proprietress asked with a smile.
“This… your subordinate cannot say.”
“Never mind. You may go. By now, Chen Chang’an’s streak must be… even longer.”
Medal Battlefield
“Ninety-ninth match—Chen Chang’an… wins!”
Silence.
The moment Chen Chang’an secured his ninety-ninth consecutive victory, the entire Medal Battlefield fell into a hushed stillness.
Everyone had known this achievement was within his reach, yet when it actually happened, they couldn’t contain their awe.
In the history of the Medal Battlefield, Chen Chang’an was the first—and only—person to ever reach ninety-nine wins.
At this moment, they were witnessing history, the birth of a legend.
One step away.
Just one more step, and Chen Chang’an would ascend to myth, becoming a true legend of the City of No Return—the sole holder of the Platinum Medal Battlefield’s hundred-win achievement.
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After a pause, every gaze in the arena turned toward Yan Xiong—even Wei Fengtang glanced his way.
Now, the only one who could stop Chen Chang’an from completing his hundred-win streak… was him.
Yan Xiong, too, felt the weight of the moment. Never had he imagined Chen Chang’an would actually come this far.
Wei Fengtang’s attention only added to his tension.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiong finally rose from his seat.
“Yan Xiong, the pride of all Platinum Medal holders rests on you now.”
“That’s right, Yan Xiong! You must avenge us—don’t let him have the last laugh.”
“Yan Xiong, we’re with you! You can do this!”
Their cheers felt like invisible shackles, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.
Chen Chang’an had carried himself with unshakable calm, as though he truly believed himself invincible.
Though nervous, Yan Xiong didn’t let it show. With a confident smirk, he flashed onto the arena in an instant.
“Chen Chang’an, I never thought you’d actually make it to ninety-nine wins.”
“Truth is, if I’d wanted to, I could’ve done the same. But I no longer had any need to chase a hundred-win streak—that’s the only reason you became the first. Understand?” Yan Xiong sneered.
Chen Chang'an calmly glanced at Yan Xiong and said with a faint smile, "By saying that, are you trying to convince others you're no worse than me?"
"Truth is, deep down, you're afraid—afraid of losing to me."
"You're only saying this to make excuses in advance, to tell everyone that even if you lose, you still have the strength to achieve ninety-nine or even a hundred consecutive victories. Just trying to save face, right?"
Chen Chang'an had instantly seen through his thoughts, filling Yan Xiong with fury. How could this brat deduce so much from just one sentence?
Can’t you just be simpler? A little kinder?
"Chen Chang'an, I admit you're a freak—unmatched in combat, with an astonishing physique."
"But your cultivation is only at the Transcendent Realm. Do you even know what the Void Comprehension Realm is?"
"Do you understand how powerful the Void Comprehension Realm truly is?"
"You don’t. You know nothing."
"It’s your ignorance that makes you fearless."
"A word of advice—if you want to live, it’s best to stay low and quiet."
Yan Xiong’s words were many, seemingly a threat and a warning to Chen Chang'an. But anyone with half a brain could tell—Yan Xiong… was scared.
"If you were truly strong, you wouldn’t waste so many words."
"Stop wasting my time."
"Let’s fight!"
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!"
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."
