"Provoking me?"
The Dark Taoist revealed a sinister smile, his face twitching with rage.
He was a demonic cultivator!
A true master of the Dark Force realm!
Across the entire Great Xia, he ranked among the most formidable martial artists!
Yet this damned brat dared to look down on him!
Fury surged in his chest as the Dark Taoist lashed out with his horsetail whisk.
Suddenly!
The courtyard floor erupted, tiles hurling toward An Yi like projectiles.
"Not here—take cover, now!"
Uncle Fu shouted urgently. Only then did the others realize they might be caught in the crossfire, scrambling back into the villa in fear.
"What’s wrong with the Enforcement Bureau? Why isn’t anyone answering?!"
Uncle Fu’s face darkened as his call went unanswered. With decades of experience, he sensed something was terribly wrong.
The flying debris rained down on An Yi like a storm.
Before, this would’ve left him battered and bruised, struggling to endure.
But now, with his Aero Control skill upgraded to LV3, he had options.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
An Yi raised his hands, conjuring an air shield!
Every tile aimed at him shattered against the invisible barrier.
The shield was fragile—barely useful in real combat—but perfect for deflecting loose rubble.
Nearby, Lin Chen observed silently, deep in thought.
Before leaving, Old Man Cheng had extorted money from him… then insisted on teaching him Aero Control.
He was still learning, but An Yi’s mastery was clearly superior.
Watching An Yi’s movements, Lin Chen had an epiphany.
So that’s how Aero Control can be used.
"Tsk tsk, little bro, you’re distracted~"
Song Yan giggled grotesquely, his fingers darting like lightning toward Lin Chen’s eyes.
But a surge of pressurized air slowed his movements, as if he were dragging through water.
"What the—?!"
Panic flashed across Song Yan’s face, his clownish red cheeks paling.
In battle, even a split-second delay could be fatal.
"Too slow."
Lin Chen’s voice was ice. He seized Song Yan’s wrist—
CRACK!
A sickening snap echoed as bone shattered mid-forearm, not just the joint.
The pain was excruciating.
Song Yan screamed, wrenching free with a desperate leap backward.
"Trying to run?"
Lin Chen’s voice was a death sentence.
Cold sweat drenched Song Yan’s bowl-cut hair.
They were both at the Bright Force realm, yet the gap was insurmountable.
He had to escape!
But the air around him thickened like syrup, rooting him in place.
"W-what is this?!" Song Yan trembled.
"Heart-Piercing Elbow."
Lin Chen blurred forward—
CRUNCH!
The impact sent Song Yan flying, blood spraying as ribs caved in. He hit the ground, motionless.
Wu Tong watched intently.
Lin Chen had fought the most, revealing the most.
As a Dark Force grandmaster, Wu Tong recognized every technique.
Hex Palm.
Iron Whip Leg.
Eight Extremes Fist.
Lin Chen wielded legendary martial arts with terrifying ease.
What baffled Wu Tong was Lin Chen’s endless stamina.
Most techniques required immense energy, yet Lin Chen showed no exhaustion.
His brow furrowed.
To a martial artist, boundless energy meant one thing: unfathomable power.
Unseen by all, a green jade pendant glowed faintly against Lin Chen’s chest.
An Yi caught Lin Chen’s victory from the corner of his eye.
Damn, he’s still as OP as ever.
Unless facing a global-tier monster like Butcher Blade, Lin Chen never went all out.
Even Aero Control became something else in his hands.
An Yi’s Aero Control was also LV3.
But manipulating the environment? Channeling energy into restraints? Impossible.
Even their teacher, Cheng Yuanfeng, probably couldn’t pull that off.
If An Yi tried, he’d collapse from exhaustion.
Does this guy have infinite mana or what?
He shook off the thought, refocusing on the Dark Taoist.
Protagonists really get all the cheats.
If Lin Chen finished his fight, An Yi couldn’t lag behind.
Meanwhile, the battle on Fang Jueming's side was proving to be a tense stalemate.
"Too weak! Still too weak! These flimsy fists—do you really think they can hurt anyone?"
Qian Xiu stowed away his tombstone, watching as Fang Jueming swung a punch toward him, his lips curling into a mocking smirk.
At just thirty years old, he was considered young, yet his reputation among dark practitioners was formidable, hailed as a once-in-a-century prodigy.
The black tombstone slung behind him had become his signature.
Though slightly weaker than Song Yan, he was still a master of Ming Jin—more than capable of handling a rookie like Fang Jueming.
Sweat beaded on Fang Jueming’s forehead, his sharp eyes burning with a feral intensity.
Inside the villa, Qin Zhengwei mused thoughtfully, "Old Wu, your disciple doesn’t seem to be holding up. Should we—?"
Wu Shuangshuang pouted, her voice laced with urgency as she pleaded, "Dad, please help Jueming! You said yourself—aside from the senior disciple, he’s the most likely among all the students at the martial arts hall to reach Ming Jin. And that tombstone-wielding bastard is so ruthless! What if he gets hurt—?"
"Watch closely. That kid isn’t as fragile as you think," Wu Tong declared with confidence.
This was his chosen disciple, after all.
Fang Jueming’s perseverance was unmatched—he’d never seen anything like it. And his natural talent? Exceptional.
The kid poured every ounce of his energy into his fists, training relentlessly day and night. The results spoke for themselves.
Though his technique was still a bit rough, it was more than enough to deal with this tombstone-toting thug.
Flash Fist—third strike!
Fang Jueming silently counted in his mind.
Another punch flew toward Qian Xiu.
This time, the sheer force and speed of the blow were terrifying.
Qian Xiu’s expression darkened—this strike was no joke.
He didn’t dare take it lightly, swiftly raising his tombstone to block the attack.
Both men staggered back two steps before regaining their footing.
Fang Jueming gasped for breath, his bandaged fists trembling faintly.
"I enjoy killing," Qian Xiu said, hefting the tombstone onto his shoulder. The dim evening light didn’t obscure the densely carved names covering its surface—just how many lives had he taken?
"If I deem someone worthy, I carve their name into this stone after ending them."
His grin turned predatory.
"Kid, give me your name. Time to send you on your way."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
