Time moved on.
As the National Martial Duel Championship drew closer, promotional activities around the country became increasingly intense. Posters and slogans about the tournament were everywhere, from streets to alleys.
On the streets, giant screens played promotional videos of the championship, showing highlights of top fighters in action.
Lottery shops opened for contestant betting.
Some bet on the champion, some on which contestant would make it to the top 16, and others on which city would score the highest.
Everyone bought lottery tickets with the hope of getting rich overnight.
Outside a lottery shop.
“Woof!”
A woman wearing sunglasses and a white trench coat came out, pulling a fat dog.
She held her lottery ticket tightly, her eyes serious.
Could she get rich overnight?! It all depends on this lottery ticket!!
Who would win this time?
Huh! That’s a no-brainer!
Su Bailian was confident. She had personally seen Su Muwan annihilate someone at the Peak Realm Late Stage.
Needless to say!
If Su Muwan doesn’t win, she’d eat her words!
“Boqi!”
“Woof?”
“Let’s go! I’ll take you to a fancy dinner tonight!”
“Woof!”
Su Bailian pulled Boqi along, happily deciding to pop some champagne early.
Just kidding, Su Muwan was definitely going to win, so treating herself to a nice meal was like an early celebration!
But... why was she so broke now?
Su Bailian clenched the leash, almost in tears.
Sniff sniff!!
It’s all because of... helping Su Muwan with a confession before! That drained my wallet!
And now, with the tournament going on, I haven’t seen them together recently!
I wonder what they’re up to now!
Su Muwan! If you don’t win this time, I’ll... I’ll move in with you!
As Su Bailian left,
A man dressed in white with a sword stepped before the store.
Before entering, he glanced back at Su Bailian’s retreating figure.
His eyes gleamed with admiration.
What a beautiful girl...
Sigh... his sister was right.
City girls are indeed stunning.
He composed himself and stepped inside.
“Boss, give me a lottery ticket.”
“Oh? Bet on points or ranking?”
“Ranking.”
“For Zhuo Song to make it to the top 16!”
“Coming right up!”
Zhuo Song carefully held the ticket as he left.
He had spent all his money betting on himself to make it to the top 16!
This time, it’s do or die!
As Zhuo Song departed,
Caesar, a muscular man, came swaggering into the shop.
“Boss, give me two tickets.”
“I’ll bet on Caesar as the champion.”
“Got it, boss.”
“By the way, what did that guy just buy?”
“He bet on Zhuo Song making it to the top 16.”
“Tch! What a waste not to bet on me!”
As he spoke,
Ding ding ding~~
Another group of people entered—Huang Lingyu, Huang Lingfeng, Jiang Zixuan, and others.
They looked around and pointed at Qin Luo on the screen: “Boss! We’ll bet on Qin Luo as the champion!”
“Qin Luo?”
The lottery shop owner turned to glance at Qin Luo’s portrait. He chuckled: “Miss, are you sure? Qin Luo? Some have analyzed that his fighting style is too simple—he just slaps people. He doesn’t stand a chance to make it till the end.”
Huang Lingyu immediately got upset and slammed the counter: “What do you mean, ‘just slaps people’? You’re underestimating him!”
“Alright, alright.”
Jiang Zixuan rubbed his cheek and shook his head: “Blind and biased, they have no idea how terrifying Qin Luo’s slap can be.”
“Exactly!”
After they left,
Caesar looked at the screen, his finger pointing at Qin Luo’s portrait.
His eyes narrowed, and a grin spread across his face: “This guy seems to be Su Muwan’s little lackey.”
“Perfect... let me rip him apart right in front of Su Muwan!”
The man behind him let out a sigh, silently grieving for Qin Luo.
As Caesar left,
Dinglingling~!
Another person entered.
It was a gloomy woman with dark circles and a blood-stained doctor’s coat.
“I’ll bet on Jiang City scoring the highest. Oh...”
She glanced at a small slip of paper in her hand and continued in a lethargic tone: “And two tickets on Qin Luo as the champion.”
“Two on Su Muwan as the champion.”
“Two on Su Muwan making it to the top four.”
“One on Su Bailian as the champion.”
“Coming right up, ma’am... but there... there’s no Su Bailian in the contestants...”
“Forget it then.”
The woman left.
More people continued to enter the shop.
Ding ding ding~!
“Lottery tickets, please!”
“Young lady, are you buying tickets for the first time?”
“Yeah! I’m not short on cash, but since I can bet on myself now, I thought I’d give it a try!”
The crowd of veteran gamblers: ........
Su Muwan approached the counter, curiously looking up at the analysis screen.
As she watched...
Su Muwan: 3% support rate (not recommended for betting)
???
“What the—!”
“Are you kidding me?!”
Su Muwan was so furious her entire body trembled.
3% support rate?!
Even if you put Su Bailian’s fat dog in, it wouldn’t have this low!
Discrimination! This is blatant discrimination!
Can’t they tell who’s stronger?
Qin Luo couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the trembling shopkeeper due to Su Muwan’s anger: “Boss, give me a ticket for Su Muwan as the champion.”
“Oh! Oh! Right away!”
The shopkeeper swallowed hard, nervously printing the ticket.
Wow! Today there are simply too many customers buying lottery tickets!
Su Muwan felt slightly better knowing Qin Luo bet on her to win.
“Qin Luo, it’s nice that you still believe in me...”
But the next moment,
“Also, buy these separately...”
Qin Luo picked up a small notebook and quickly recited: “Rank 16, the ice phoenix from the Northern Border, final score 2200.”
“??”
“Zhao Gang from Wild Plains City, final score 1600.”
“??”
“The Ye Family from the Imperial City...”
“??”
“......”
After listing a bunch of names,
Qin Luo closed the notebook and smiled at the bewildered shopkeeper: “Connect them all together for me.”
The shopkeeper: ???
Su Muwan: ???
Leaving the lottery shop,
Su Muwan happily gazed at the ticket in her hand, then turned to Qin Luo, curiously asking: “Qin Luo, do you know that connecting them means you have to guess all of them correctly?”
Qin Luo nodded: “I do.”
“Then why bet on so many?”
Su Muwan lectured like an experienced gambler: “Qin Luo... small bets are fun, but big bets can hurt...”
Before she could finish,
Qin Luo reached out and ruffled Su Muwan’s hair with a smile: “Young lady, I’m a master of divination.”
Su Muwan was stunned.
Then her expression turned shocked: “What?! Isn’t that cheating?!”
“Isn’t divination prohibited in the league?”
“Who knows I used it?”
“Hey! If you guess all of them correctly, it won’t be obvious?”
Qin Luo looked at Su Muwan and smiled: “Then I’ll have to rely on you, Su Su, to help me then.”
“?”
Calling me Su Su now?
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.
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
