She waved to the crowd with an extremely exaggerated gesture, her massive muscles undulating beneath her leopard-print tank top, creating a bizarrely jarring visual impact.
"I'm your little sweetheart Elma~"
She twisted her bulky frame and introduced herself in a sickeningly sweet voice: "Besides judging today, I'm also here to find my true prince charming~"
Everyone present was stunned into silence.
"Oh, don't be shy~"
Elma threw a flirtatious wink at a rather muscular man in the crowd: "Handsome, want to have a drink with big sister?"
The man's face instantly turned pale as he waved his hands frantically: "No... no thanks..."
Undeterred, Elma continued to strike various coquettish poses with her rugged physique, causing those around to struggle between wanting to laugh and not daring to, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.
Just then, a voice rang out from the crowd: "Hey, do you know what you're doing is illegal? You're disturbing public order!"
Upon hearing this, Elma immediately dropped her coy expression, placed her hands on her hips, and shouted in a completely different, rough voice: "F**k! Which bastard said I'm breaking the law? Come out and fight me if you dare!"
*Hiss!*
The crowd covered their mouths and trembled.
Global audiences watching this selection tournament were also dumbfounded.
What the...!
Since when did this year's competition get so wild?
Can we get some normal people here?
Su Muwan frowned slightly from her VIP seat.
What kind of nonsense was this?
Next time, even if you pay me, this lady won't come!
*Click!*
The camera quickly cut away.
The commentator wiped her sweat, her hands trembling as she picked up her prepared script.
All the words of praise she had prepared were now stuck in her throat.
*Whimper* When I applied for this job, nobody said this year would be like this...
She glanced at her script and awkwardly announced: "Well... um, next up is our third judge.... um, Qin Luo."
As soon as the words left her mouth.
Qin Luo's face was projected on screen.
In that instant.
Everyone held their breath, their gazes completely captivated by the image before them.
The screen displayed a face that could only be described as perfect.
Deep eyes like the starry night sky, a high straight nose that carved out a perfect profile, thin lips slightly pursed, revealing a hint of an enigmatic smile.
His clearly defined jawline added a touch of determination to his face.
His skin was like the finest white jade, emanating a subtle glow under the sunlight.
His short black hair was slightly disheveled, yet perfectly captured an untamed charm.
Most striking was his demeanor, that exceptionally gentle aura that made people instinctively feel he was a good person.
The venue instantly erupted.
"Oh my god, he's so handsome!"
"So this is Qin Luo? He looks like he stepped right out of a novel!"
"I think I'm in love..."
"Hey! You're all just focused on his looks! I'm just glad we finally have someone normal this year!!"
The audience began screaming, some even fainting from excitement.
In the audience seats, some older viewers quietly praised: "Not just his looks, but that steadiness and confidence in his eyes is rare indeed."
Another agreed: "Indeed, just that aura alone is something ordinary people don't possess."
"Looks like... we have an upright judge."
The commentator also relaxed, phew... finally a normal judge.
The previous ones nearly scared her to death.
She flipped through her script and quickly announced: "Now! Let's welcome our first match contestants!!"
"Representing the Jiang family of Jiang City.... Jiang Tianlin!! He is the Hound Commander of the Dog Hunter Squad from the Martial Arts Alliance!"
"And his opponent... representing the Su family.... Jiang Zixuan!"
As the words fell.
Two figures walked in from their respective tunnels.
In the regular spectator stands.
Knowing Su Muwan was in the VIP area, Jiang Xueqi wisely chose to stay in the regular viewing section.
Now seeing the match begin.
She watched Jiang Zixuan on stage with venomous eyes.
Jiang Zixuan!
I'm so utterly disappointed in you!
First at the restaurant, you actually became that little tramp Su Muwan's lapdog!
And now this, as a member of the Jiang family, don't you feel any shame being announced as representing the Su family?
Hmph!
No matter!
In this competition, the Divine Doctor will surely give you low scores!
As for Elma from the Western Kingdom, heh, she's already been bought by me!
As for Qin Luo...
Jiang Xueqi wore a confident expression, what does it matter if you're a judge?
Two out of three judges are on my side.
This time!
This lady has the Warrior King title in the bag!!
On the competition ground.
Jiang Tianlin's aura was clearly more imposing than last time.
But his expression was darker.
Last time, he had his cultivation crippled by a corrupted Jiang Zixuan.
However!
Thanks to the Divine Doctor's intervention, not only was his original cultivation restored, but he was forcibly advanced from early Advanced Realm to mid Advanced Realm!
The price, though, was devastating - he would never be able to progress beyond mid-realm in this lifetime!
But!
It was all worth it!!
Because...
Jiang Tianlin glared hatefully at the calm-faced Jiang Zixuan before him, shouting: "Jiang Zixuan! When you crippled my cultivation as Su family's lapdog, did you ever imagine this day would come?"
"I sacrificed my potential to stop at mid-realm!"
"For one purpose! To cripple your limbs! To destroy your dantian!"
Since this was being broadcast live.
The female commentator wiped cold sweat and nervously said: "It seems contestants Jiang Tianlin and Jiang Zixuan have quite a history of grievances."
"But we don't allow killings in our competition arena."
"We are a green, positive energy competition."
Then, the commentator emphasized: "But crippling limbs and destroying dantians is allowed, okay."
Qin Luo felt somewhat speechless hearing this, wondering if this world was stranger than he had imagined.
Oh well.
He tapped the microphone in front of him, speaking toward Jiang Zixuan while giving a contemptuous look at the disgruntled Jiang Tianlin.
He waved his hand dismissively and said: "Jiang Zixuan, don't waste words with this trash, finish him off in two or three moves."
"This sun is going to ruin my complexion."
Hearing these words.
Jiang Zixuan respectfully nodded: "Yes, Brother Luo."
Then he looked at Jiang Tianlin and said coolly: "Jiang Tianlin, if you kneel down now, I can make your crippling less painful."
!!
Jiang Tianlin's eye twitched hearing this.
His expression twisted as he furiously shouted at Jiang Zixuan: "Arrogant!"
"Jiang Zixuan, do you think you're that strong?!"
"You dare make sister Xueqi so heartbroken, this time!"
"This Commander will make you kneel and beg for mercy in tears!"
With that.
*Boom!*
His aura erupted forth, and the battle was about to begin!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
