The Zongmen Grand Competition in Tianhai City was still in full swing, and the battle on the 77th arena showed no sign of ending.
On the side of the Taichu Holy Land, Su Bailian had just won a victory using her "tearful and innocent" green - tea tactics. Cheers from the spectator stands rang out one after another, and countless people shouted, "Don't cry, Lianlian" and "Zhou Yan, get out!"
There were even voices calling for a crowdfunding of protective treasures for her and her spiritual pet, Boqi.
Below the arena, Su Bailian was wiping her tears and softly comforting the ruffled - fur Boqi in her arms. Her delicate and vulnerable appearance melted the hearts of the surrounding spectators.
However, in the preparation area of the Taichu Holy Land, Chu Yu's face was as gloomy as if it could drip water.
She crossed her arms over her chest and coldly watched Su Bailian being surrounded by the crowd. The shouts of "Come on, Lianlian" were extremely grating on her ears.
Chu Yu gritted her teeth so hard that her fingernails almost dug into her palms.
Inside, she was seething with uncontrollable anger. She was already sick of Su Bailian's pretentious tactics, and now seeing her being lauded to the skies, it was simply nauseating!
"Next match, Chu Yu."
The broadcast voice came through.
Chu Yu let out a cold snort, got up and flicked her sleeves. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of cold, knife - like eyes.
She stepped onto the arena in one stride, her robe flapping in the wind, exuding an imposing manner.
On the opposite side of the arena, a new contestant from the Xuanyang Sect had already taken his stance. He was a tall young man holding a bright red spear in his hand, looking at Chu Yu with a haughty expression on his face.
"Yo, another beauty from the Taichu Holy Land?"
The young man grinned and said in a flippant tone, "I'm not as useless as Junior Brother Zhou. I won't be fooled by the tears of you little women and lose my head."
"I advise you, if you still want to use the same crying and whining tactics as Junior Sister Lian, don't even dream about it. Just admit defeat early and save everyone's time."
As soon as he said this, Chu Yu's eyes instantly turned as cold as ice.
Was she... being regarded as someone like Su Bailian?!
"Court death."
Chu Yu whispered two words, her voice as cold as if it had come from the Nine Nether Cold Pond.
The next moment, the spiritual energy around her suddenly erupted. A fierce gust of wind suddenly rose above the arena, and the pale - golden spiritual power surged like a tide, carrying a bone - chilling killing intent.
At that moment, the temperature around the arena seemed to drop a few degrees, and many people in the spectator stands couldn't help but shiver.
"You!"
The young man from the Xuanyang Sect was stunned when he saw this. Before he could react, Chu Yu's figure had darted forward like a ghost.
He hurriedly swung his spear horizontally. A ball of flames ignited at the tip of the spear, trying to block Chu Yu's attack.
However, Chu Yu didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. With a wave of her delicate hand, a long pale - golden spiritual whip materialized out of thin air and lashed out with a whistling sound.
"Slap!"
The spiritual whip accurately hit the spear, and the spear was instantly covered with electric current. The young man felt a tingling sensation running up his arm, and his wrist went numb. He almost dropped the spear.
Before he could regain his senses, Chu Yu had stepped forward. She slapped out with her right palm, and the spiritual power gathered in her palm transformed into a roaring thunder tiger, pouncing straight at the young man's chest.
"Boom!"
With a dull sound, the young man didn't even have time to let out a scream. He flew out like a broken - string kite, hitting the guardrail outside the arena heavily. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
The whole process took only the blink of an eye, clean and decisive without any hesitation.
Below the arena, there was a moment of dead silence, followed by a deafening shout of surprise.
Chu Yu stood in the center of the arena, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and the electric current still lingering on her robe.
She cast a cold glance at the preparation area of the Xuanyang Sect, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Next."
The faces of the Xuanyang Sect disciples across the arena changed simultaneously. Some swallowed hard, and some tightened their grips on their weapons, but no one dared to step forward immediately.
That young man was one of the outstanding disciples of the Xuanyang Sect, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move. This woman... was just too ferocious!
The bullet comments instantly exploded:
[Holy cow! Chu Yu is so ruthless. She took out the opponent in one move. That guy from the Xuanyang Sect didn't even have a chance to fight back!]
[Ferocious! This chick really doesn't show any mercy. The killing intent is practically oozing out of the screen!]
[So cool! Chu Yu just slapped the Xuanyang Sect in the face. Do they still dare to run their mouths?]
In the commentary booth, Qin Luo smiled slightly, picked up the microphone, and his voice was clear and bright: "As soon as Contestant Chu Yu made her move, it really caught everyone's eye."
"She has mastered the thunder - attribute spiritual power to perfection. Her attacks are swift and precise, leaving no room for the opponent to counterattack."
"This contestant from the Xuanyang Sect obviously underestimated her strength and suffered a big loss."
Next to him, Yan Qiuyue nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Chu Yu's fighting style is clean - cut, completely different from the gentle style of Contestant Su Bailian before."
"With this palm strike, I'm sure the Xuanyang Sect will have to re - evaluate the strength of the Taichu Holy Land."
Hearing this, Su Muwan snorted and lazily leaned back on the chair: "It's okay. The killing intent is there, but she was too slow in making her move."
"If it were me, I could make him unable to even spit out blood within three breaths."
Hearing this, Qin Luo's mouth twitched slightly. He turned to look at her and lowered his voice: "Miss, can you stop using yourself as the standard? This is already the top level among normal people, okay?"
After all, she was a T0 protagonist. How could she talk as if she was comparing with some street - level weaklings.
Su Muwan raised her chin and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Humph."
The bullet comments flooded the screen again, and the audience was highly entertained by the interaction between this commentary duo.
As time passed, the first - day competition was gradually coming to an end.
After fierce competition, the top 16 contestants were finally decided. The dust on the arena settled, and the night gradually fell over Tianhai City. The flags of the 16 sects fluttered in the wind above the arena.
They were the Taichu Holy Land, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, the Taixuan Demon Sect, the Dragon King Palace, the Tianhai Sect (the host sect)...
Qin Luo summarized at the commentary booth: "The first - day competition was extremely exciting. All the major sects have shown their foundation."
"The list of the top 16 has been released. Tomorrow will be an even more intense knockout round. Let's all look forward to it!"
There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the first - day battle came to a perfect end.
As the night deepened, the streets of Tianhai City were brightly lit and bustling with activity.
After the first - day competition ended, Qin Luo and Su Muwan decided to take a stroll in the city to relax a bit.
However, for some reason, Yan Qiuyue insisted on coming along, claiming it was to "experience the night - market atmosphere of Tianhai City".
So, the three of them walked side by side on the bustling street. Yan Qiuyue walked on the side, while Qin Luo and Su Muwan were close together.
There were numerous stalls on both sides of the street. The aroma of grilled skewers mixed with the sweet smell of candied haws wafted over. In the distance, an entertainer was beating a gong and performing acrobatics, which drew cheers from the passers - by.
Su Muwan was wearing a light purple dress with a white cape over it. The ice crystal hairpin on her head glistened faintly under the light. She exuded an air of cold elegance with a hint of gentleness.
Qin Luo, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, held out a bunch of candied haws he had just bought to Su Muwan.
"Try some?"
Qin Luo shook the candied haws and asked with a smile.
Su Muwan glanced at it and frowned, saying, "It's too sweet. I won't eat it."
Qin Luo:?
Hearing this, he immediately blinked his eyes.
What?
How come the young lady, who usually loved sweets and snacks the most, had changed her ways today?
I don't care who you are. Get off my young lady right away.
Suddenly, he noticed the bustling crowd around. They were either contestants in the competition or tourists and spectators who came to watch.
And their gazes were all fixed on them.
He then looked at Su Muwan. There was a hint of unease on her deliberately cold and aloof face.
In the previous life, Su Muwan never received so many friendly looks...
In this life, it suddenly made her feel like she was in a dream.
Qin Luo suddenly understood.
Thinking about it, he said, "Well, it's okay to have something sweet once in a while."
Qin Luo smiled and directly stuffed the candied haws into her hand. "Just have a bite with me."
Su Muwan had no choice but to take it reluctantly. She took a small bite, and the sweet - and - sour taste burst on her tongue. Her expression softened a bit instantly.
Seeing this, Qin Luo couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face. "See, I knew you'd like it."
"How childish."
Su Muwan slapped his hand away. Although she was complaining, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.
Seeing the affectionate interaction between the two, Yan Qiuyue beside them couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Hey, can you two consider my feelings? I'm still standing here like a third wheel."
Qin Luo laughed heartily and turned to look at her. "Sister Qiuyue, do you want me to buy you a bunch too?"
"Forget it. I don't want to be stuffed with your lovey - dovey stuff."
Yan Qiuyue waved her hand and pretended to be disgusted as she walked a few steps away to look at the handicrafts at a nearby stall.
Taking this opportunity, Su Muwan moved closer to Qin Luo and whispered, "It's good that she's gone. She was such an eyesore."
"Tsk, why is the young lady talking about her good best friend like this?"
Qin Luo raised his eyebrows, put his arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Isn't she your 'wife'?"
Su Muwan blushed and glared at him. "So what? Can't I? Qiuyue is my 'wife', and you... you..."
Qin Luo raised his eyebrows and said mischievously, "Why don't you go on? Say that I'm your husband."
"Humph! Who wants you to be my husband!"
"Then what do you want me to be?"
"To be this young lady's dog! Someone who can be trampled on by this young lady at any time!"
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?!
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)
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?"
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!
