The military drill ground had turned into a colossal crater!
The sound of heavy panting echoed throughout.
In the center of the pit, An Yi and Lin Chen were both covered in dust and grime.
An Yi's heavy sword had been knocked away, firmly embedded in the ground some distance off!
Lin Chen's twin canes had long since slipped from his grasp, his arms trembling uncontrollably.
The might of the Dragon's Descent!
Utterly overwhelming!
An Yi's own body had endured such a powerful rebound force that his bones had fractured, let alone Lin Chen who had taken the brunt of it head-on.
Three layers of defense!
The air wall was shattered almost instantly!
The shield condensed from wind spiritual power offset most of the force!
Finally, it was Lin Chen's Vajra Art that stubbornly withstood the killing power of the Dragon's Descent.
Therefore, the injuries he suffered were actually lighter than An Yi's.
"Stone-face, when did you learn the Vajra Art?"
An Yi asked between great gasps for air, raising an eyebrow.
"I just picked it up gradually," Lin Chen replied flatly.
Back in the days at Lantuo Temple, he, along with A'Long and A'Hu, had been learning the Vajra Art from Jienan.
But because he couldn't condense internal energy, he never grasped the essentials.
Later, after mastering internal energy, the Vajra Art became second nature to him. His cultivation progressed smoothly, all the way to the Great Completion stage!
Outside the arena, the members of the Heavenly Palace watched the two, their eyes now showing a hint of reverence.
The strong are respected!
This had always been an immutable truth in the immortal sects.
A flicker of delight appeared in Murong Qinghong's eyes.
Both men had reached a state of exhaustion!
But superficially, An Yi's injuries seemed somewhat more severe than Lin Chen's.
If he could maintain this slight advantage, Lin Chen might just win against that Minotaur!
"Shall we continue?" An Yi asked with a grin.
Just now, he actually could have used his Qi Shield to become immune for a second, negating the rebound impact from clashing the Dragon's Descent against the Vajra Art.
But he hadn't used it!
Because Lin Chen had also held back; An Yi's Air Control Technique couldn't bind Lin Chen at all.
He clearly could have broken free and dodged the attack, yet he chose to confront the might of the Dragon's Descent head-on.
Lin Chen gave a bitter smile.
Now, he seemed to hold a slight advantage, but if they kept fighting, neither would gain the upper hand.
He possessed the jade pendant, so his spiritual power was virtually inexhaustible, but his body couldn't take much more.
And that guy An Yi seemed to have some kind of "health lock" hack, his regenerative ability terrifyingly strong. His current injuries were probably already healed.
Overall, in a battle of attrition, An Yi would still come out on top.
Both of them still had trump cards, but those were absolutely not suitable to reveal here.
"You win," Lin Chen said slowly.
His cool voice wasn't loud, but it plunged the entire Heavenly Palace into silence.
The whole audience was shocked, as if they had misheard, expressions of astonishment on their faces.
"Why?!"
Murong Qinghong even shot up from her seat, her beautiful features contorted with fury.
Lin Chen, who seemed to have the upper hand, had actually conceded defeat!
Xu Kang, sitting beside her, however, had glimpsed the underlying reason.
"Palace Master," he said leisurely, "look at Lin Chen's hand."
At that moment, Lin Chen's arm was still trembling, dripping with blood.
On the other side, the Minotaur, who should have been more severely injured, was already fully healed. Like nothing had happened, he waved his powerful arms and let out a loud roar.
Mi Huan shook his head with a sigh. "Truly an spectacular battle."
The green-robed scholar Wang Jiudong beside him also nodded repeatedly. "I never imagined the Minotaur's regenerative ability to be so formidable! He's practically a monster."
Xing Yunhai also showed a trace of gravity, his gaze turning to Lin Chen.
If that Minotaur became Palace Master Murong Qinghong's husband, then he, Xing Yunhai, must find a way to recruit Lin Chen!
At this moment, Yin Zheng said thoughtfully, "Second Young Master, this Minotaur Chen reminds me of someone."
"Is what you're thinking of, that bastard who shaved my hair that night?" Xing Yunhai asked coolly, his tone icy.
That one sword stroke had forced him to wear a wig for many days, and it seemed he'd have to keep wearing it.
Yin Zheng nodded.
The battle at the brothel was absolutely the shame of his life.
As one of the Heavenly Palace's Four Guardians, he was actually defeated by a masked young man!
When he saw that Minotaur use that elusive sword technique, he faintly felt a sense of familiarity.
Back then, that masked fellow also executed a horizontal slash, but it struck his armor, which saved his life.
"However, the physique seems somewhat off," Xing Yunhai said slowly.
The Minotaur was two and a half meters tall, while that masked kid was only one meter eighty. The face beneath that demon mask couldn't possibly be a bull's head.
"ROAR! I won!"
An Yi raised his hands, repeatedly pounding his chest, letting out an earth-shaking roar.
The martial artists of the Heavenly Palace were also stirred up by the emotion.
"Minotaur Chen!"
"Minotaur Chen!"
"Minotaur Chen!"
Lin Chen, who should have left the arena, heard the overwhelming chant and his face darkened.
He even felt like going back to fight that arrogant bastard again!
The deafening cheers sounded to him exactly like curses!
In the immortal sects, the strong had always been revered.
Although An Yi looked like a Minotaur, he had completely conquered the Heavenly Palace martial artists with his formidable strength, winning their respect.
"Woman! I'm your man now!"
An Yi shouted joyfully towards Murong Qinghong.
Murong Qinghong's eyes were icy, her chest heaving violently with anger.
The mere thought of this ugly Minotaur becoming her man filled her with an indescribable sense of stifling rage and extreme grievance.
"Hmph!"
Murong Qinghong rose angrily and left directly.
"Boss, you're amazing! That battle was simply earth-shattering and moved the heavens to tears!"
Before An Yi could even leave the field, Han Liang's flattery had already arrived.
Gu Changfeng and the others also wore expressions of awe.
They knew An Yi was strong.
But honestly, they hadn't expected him to be this strong!
Via of the Ghost Hand clan was greatly shocked witnessing this.
He had actually once foolishly thought of fighting An Yi. Now it seemed like a pipe dream.
An Yi grinned smugly, whispering, "Next, proceed according to plan!"
Gu Changfeng and the others looked solemn and nodded slightly.
"Bastard! Damn bastard!"
"Detestable Minotaur! Why don't you just die!"
Elegant rooms echoed with furious screams.
The water spiritual power around Murong Qinghong vibrated violently, reducing the surroundings to a shambles.
Shangguan Qianqian stood quietly there, not saying a word.
A teacup shattered, a sharp porcelain shard grazing her arm, leaving a fine cut.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, then returned to normal.
"Sister Qianqian, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
Seeing this, Nannan carefully wiped the wound with a cloth.
Shangguan Qianqian's gaze remained vacant.
Because she still had to maintain the pretense of being controlled.
"Master, Master, please don't be angry..."
After hesitating for a long time, Nannan mustered her courage, tiptoed over timidly, and said in a weak voice.
Murong Qinghong's eyes turned cold. "Get out!"
Seemingly frightened, Nannan shrank her neck. But a four or five-year-old child doesn't understand adult affairs.
She mustered her courage, her hand trembling as she reached out, offering two flowers. "Master, th-these flowers, I just picked them... your favorites... please don't be angry..."
"It's all because of you!"
Murong Qinghong erupted in rage.
With a wave of her hand, a water arrow shot forth.
Immediately, her expression changed drastically, but it was too late.
At that moment, Shangguan Qianqian had already moved, intercepting and placing herself in front of Nannan, blocking the water arrow.
Murong Qinghong's expression faltered slightly, her cold eyes fixed on Shangguan Qianqian: "You are not under control!"
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."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
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.”
