"Eight Trigrams Palm, Song Xu!"
The man with withered hair clasped his fists and announced.
An Yi returned the gesture, also clasping his fists: "Wolf Fang, Lin Chen!"
As he spoke, An Yi had already charged forward, throwing a punch straight at Song Xu’s face.
The punch was razor-sharp!
Its angle was tricky—specifically aimed at the face!
Combined with the element of surprise, it was nearly impossible for an average person to defend against.
Song Xu remained composed, swinging his palm in a broad, sweeping motion, the wind whistling in its wake.
An Yi countered with his first Flash Fist, meeting the attack head-on!
Both men were forced a step back.
"Impressive strength," Song Xu began, ready to exchange the usual compliments.
Normally, at this point, the opponent would reply with something like, "You’re no slouch either!" to maintain mutual bravado.
But An Yi ignored him entirely. His second Flash Fist struck like lightning, again targeting Song Xu’s face.
"No martial virtue!"
Song Xu, now furious, dodged the punch and pressed his palm against An Yi’s body, redirecting his force—Single Exchange Palm!
The strike landed on An Yi’s chest, forcing him to stagger back slightly.
The onlookers gasped.
The Eight Trigrams Palm, derived from saber techniques, was known for its wide, aggressive movements. Once its rhythm was established, the opponent would be like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at the user’s mercy!
"Is this kid really that weak?"
"Five billion for sword skills, and he just lets them go? We should’ve stepped in earlier!"
"Backhand Palm!"
A cold smirk curled on Song Xu’s lips as he pivoted, using his footwork to prepare a Backhand Palm strike aimed at An Yi’s ribs.
But the moment he turned, An Yi’s eyes gleamed with a dazzling light.
"Now’s my chance!"
"Flash Fist! Third strike!"
An Yi’s speed suddenly surged as his fist connected with Song Xu’s spine, sending him flying.
Thud!
Song Xu crashed to the ground, gritting his teeth as he struggled to stand.
Then, almost instinctively, he roared: "I surrender!"
The sole of a shoe hovered just millimeters from his face.
An Yi grinned, retracting his foot and clasping his fists. "I yield to your mercy."
Song Xu was still shaken, his back drenched in cold sweat.
A moment later—just a moment—and that shoe would’ve flattened his face, leaving his features beyond even plastic surgery’s repair.
The crowd sighed in disbelief.
"This kid’s got no honor!"
"He attacks while the guy’s down? Doesn’t even wait for him to stand!"
"And what’s with the obsession with hitting faces?!"
"Next!"
An Yi stretched his arms casually, as if this were just another day.
Song Xu was stunned.
His palm had struck this kid—yet it had no effect?
That could only mean one thing: this kid’s strength far surpassed his own!
"Damn it!"
"Then why fight so dirty?!"
"I’ll go!"
A burly, bare-chested man with a thick beard stepped forward.
An Yi frowned.
"Tch, no bounty on your head? Why bother?"
Twenty seconds later.
"Ah—!"
The bearded man let out a bloodcurdling scream as An Yi hurled him through the air.
He flew a good forty or fifty meters, crashing into a trash bin and toppling three more, sending flies buzzing under the streetlights into chaos.
An Yi dusted his hands off angrily. "If you’re weak, stay out of it! Waste my time again, and I’ll break your legs!"
The crowd fell silent, now realizing something was off.
How had this kid derailed their plans?
They’d come to rob him tonight—not to fight in some makeshift tournament!
"What’re you staring at? Keep staring, and I’ll rip this book to shreds!"
Noticing their dazed expressions, An Yi pulled out The Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords from his robe and casually tore a small section from the middle.
The martial artists nearly fainted in horror.
"Easy there, young man!" Fu Changchun, leader of the Surging Waves Palm School, spoke up.
They all knew the legend of The Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords. Owning this manual could alter the fate of an individual—or even an entire family!
So even if this brat was toying with them like children, they had no choice but to play along.
It was like a five-year-old holding a gun to your head, demanding candy.
Would you buy it or not?
This was their chance to leap through the dragon’s gate. None of them wanted to miss it.
If this little bastard got too emotional and shredded the manual, where would they go to cry about it?
"I’ll go!"
A lean, wiry martial artist stepped forward.
An Yi beamed.
"Good! This one’s got a bounty!"
Three punches later, the wiry fighter was overwhelmed. An Yi seized the moment, delivering a swift chop to the back of his neck, knocking him out cold.
A glance at his system: Tyrant Quest Progress: 4/10!
Six more to go!
Next, two more weaklings insisted on challenging him. An Yi swiftly dealt with them.
Then he found another worthy opponent—a fighter with a bounty.
Using his superior speed, An Yi circled behind and unleashed two air blades straight at the man’s rear, forcing him to wave the white flag.
Progress: 5/10! Halfway there!
"Brother Chen, you’re unstoppable!"
"Brother Chen, you’re invincible!"
The two monks, A-Long and A-Hu, showered him with praise.
An Yi waved them off. "Stay calm, stay calm. Who’s next?"
The crowd was eerily quiet now.
Several skilled fighters had fallen in succession. It was clear—this kid was trouble. And his fighting style? Downright shameless!
After tonight, the name "Lin Chen" would be reviled across the martial world.
His reputation was ruined. No one had ever seen a fighter this underhanded!
"You—the guy in the tank top! Step up!"
When no one volunteered, An Yi scanned the crowd and pointed at a man with a bounty.
The man’s face was rugged, his expression unyielding—clearly not someone to mess with.
"Me?"
The man shook his head. "No thanks. I can’t even beat Song Xu. No way I’m a match for you."
An Yi gave an earnest pep talk. "How will you know if you don’t try? The Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—worth five billion—are right here! Beat me, and they’re yours!"
"Then… I’ll give it a shot?"
The man hesitated but finally stepped forward.
He channeled his energy, throwing a punch that sliced through the air toward An Yi.
A minute later, he was pinned under An Yi’s foot, utterly defeated.
"Pfft. You thought you could take me? Know your place!"
An Yi sneered arrogantly.
Progress: 6/10!
Four more to go.
The tank-top-clad man under his foot nearly sobbed. "Dammit, I told you I couldn’t beat you! You’re the one who made me try!"
"Oh, sorry. Don’t recall that."
"This farce ends now!"
Fu Changchun’s eyes darkened as he prepared to strike.
Kill this brat, seize the manual, and escape.
With these fighters as they were, he was confident he could pull it off.
"I wonder… do I have what it takes?"
A cloaked figure emerged—a gaunt man with a scruffy beard, sunken cheeks, and hollow eyes.
Fu Changchun froze mid-step.
"Viper Dart… Xiang Chun!"
The martial artists paled, instinctively backing away.
Even Zhang Fan, who had been idly twirling a dagger against the wall, stiffened.
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and muttered, "Now we’ve got a real fighter."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
