After the exchange of punches,
An Yi and Fu each took a few steps back.
"You did that on purpose!"
Fu said coldly.
This kid was strong but deliberately held back.
The only reason he had been obedient to Qiu Xu was to wait for the moment his bodyguard let his guard down—so he could deliver a brutal kick to Qiu Xu!
"No, you're overthinking it. I'm not that kind of person."
An Yi replied calmly.
Truthfully, he didn’t want to provoke Qiu Xu.
If he could endure it, he would. He wasn’t some reckless hothead.
But this guy was pushing his luck, practically begging for a beating!
An Yi had a high tolerance, but his limits were low. The moment Qiu Xu ordered him to fetch a drink, he’d already wanted to punch him.
But if he had acted then, this bodyguard would have stopped him. And missing the chance to smack such an insufferable rich brat would have been a real shame.
So, he had waited, watching for the moment Fu let his guard slip—before delivering a thunderous strike to Qiu Xu!
"H-Hurgh, y-you musht kill him!"
Several store clerks worked together to move the shelves aside and drag Qiu Xu out.
His jaw was fractured, making speech impossible. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle, and his body was littered with injuries from crashing into the shelves—including a broken arm.
Yet his eyes burned with venom.
Never in his life had he been beaten, let alone kicked so viciously.
If he didn’t get revenge, he swore he wasn’t human!
An Yi had held back—no permanent damage, no fatal injuries. Otherwise, he’d be eating prison food.
All he’d done was break the guy’s jaw. The other injuries? Just collateral damage from slamming into the shelves. Not his problem. Probably needed a year or so to recover.
"Understood, Young Master!"
Fu’s voice was icy, his tone gruff.
An Yi couldn’t help but marvel. "You two have some real master-servant chemistry. Even like this, you understand him."
By now, the entire supermarket was thick with tension.
Fu clenched his fists, and his suit split apart with a series of rips.
With a tearing sound, the fabric burst into shreds, scattering like confetti.
His muscles, sculpted and gleaming as if waxed, were a sight to behold—his abs and chest like chiseled granite, putting even professional bodybuilders to shame.
An Yi, watching from the opposite side, thought it looked cool. He considered using the qi technique he’d recently learned to explode his own employee uniform off.
But one glance at Fu’s monstrous physique made him hesitate. Sure, he had a six-pack, but nothing that extreme. The sheer presence alone made him feel three parts weaker.
"You. Come."
Fu beckoned with a mocking gesture.
An Yi rolled up his sleeves, grinning wildly.
This hulk might be strong, but since coming to this world, he’d feared no one!
Whoosh!
In an instant, An Yi shot forward like a gust of wind, his leg arcing toward Fu’s face.
To ordinary eyes, his speed was unreal—they couldn’t even track his movement.
By the time they registered his position, he was already mid-air, his foot smashing into Fu’s face with a sickening crack.
An Yi landed, breathing slightly hard.
The entire sequence had been flawless—no hesitation, no holding back.
Yet Fu stood unmoved, as steady as an iron tower, having taken the full force of the kick with his face.
"Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic."
Fu spat out a bloody tooth, his voice dripping with disdain.
The onlookers: "…"
Damn, this guy knew how to show off.
An Yi swung another punch, aiming sideways at Fu.
But Fu was faster. He crossed his arms, blocking the strike effortlessly.
His reflexes were insane!
An Yi’s expression darkened.
Without pause, he launched a barrage of attacks—fists, kicks, elbows, knees—each more vicious than the last.
Yet Fu either deflected them or simply absorbed the hits, unfazed.
Crack!
An Yi’s fist was caught mid-swing, Fu’s massive hand clamping down like a vice.
The grip was crushing!
Before An Yi could react, Fu yanked him off his feet and hurled him like a ragdoll.
Boom!
Boom!
Two shelves collapsed under the impact.
"An Yi!"
Lan Ruoxi’s face paled as she rushed forward.
"G-Get him!"
Qiu Xu, still slumped in his chair with a crooked neck, nearly jumped up in excitement.
This was the payback he’d been waiting for!
"Stay out of it!"
An Yi pushed himself up from the wreckage, his gaze sharpening.
"Tough little bastard."
Fu’s eyes flickered with surprise.
He hadn’t held back—that throw should’ve shattered bones.
A normal person would’ve been reduced to a broken mess like Qiu Xu. Yet An Yi looked barely fazed.
Fu realized then—he’d underestimated this kid. That lean frame was deceptive.
Qiu Xu seethed. He’d thought An Yi was fragile, but the guy could tank hits like a damn fortress!
The store manager, her face ghostly pale, shrieked in despair. "Take your fight outside! My—"
Fu’s cold glare cut her off.
Thud.
She collapsed like a sack of meat, instantly shutting up.
Meanwhile, An Yi discreetly opened his system interface.
"Fifty Evil Points—dump them into Combat Mastery."
"Upgrade [Qi Control] to Lv2!"
"Throw the rest into Strength and Speed!"
He swiftly allocated his stockpiled Evil Points.
The 100 points from his last major quest had been a windfall, and with smaller tasks adding up, he now had 120.
The moment the upgrades took effect, he felt the difference.
"You. Come."
An Yi mirrored Fu’s earlier taunt.
Fu snorted dismissively.
From their earlier exchange, he knew this kid was strong—but still beneath him. Defeat was inevitable.
And yet, here he was, daring to provoke him?
Fu charged like a raging bull.
The supermarket’s cheap flooring, installed to cut costs, cracked under his stomps. The manager’s face turned green.
His fist descended like a falling boulder, carrying terrifying momentum.
To bystanders, the scene was horrifying.
An Yi, though not frail, suddenly seemed as fragile as a twig.
Yet as the punch neared his face—An Yi raised a palm.
The collision forced him back a single step.
Fu froze.
His full-power strike… only made the kid take one step back?
No way!
The crowd gasped.
That punch had been terrifying—enough to make anyone wet themselves. Yet An Yi had stopped it with what looked like minimal effort.
The whole thing felt surreal.
Fu’s dark complexion shifted. His composure wavered.
Had this kid been hiding his strength all along?
How else could he explain this sudden transformation?
"My turn."
An Yi grinned, flashing white teeth.
His handsome face, in that moment, sent a chill down Fu’s spine.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
