Thud!
Kang collapsed onto the stage, a pool of blood spreading beneath him.
Red Poison retracted his blood-dripping hand, licking his fingers with an unnaturally long tongue, savoring the metallic tang with a disturbingly pleased expression.
The audience below recoiled in disgust.
Horrified yet simultaneously revolted!
"Who else dares to challenge me?"
Red Poison calmly wiped the blood from his hands with his cloak, smiling as he scanned the crowd.
Silence.
When his sunken, ash-gray eyes locked onto anyone, their hearts would inexplicably shudder.
An indescribable terror gripped them.
Witnessing Kang’s kidney being torn out and crushed before their eyes, these people—unaccustomed to such brutality—were paralyzed with fear. Who would dare step forward now?
An Yi spoke grimly, "That... what’s-his-name... Feng. What’s this guy’s background?"
Ding Renfeng quickly replied, "An assassin from America. Mastered a lethal combat style. Rumors say he’s behind the ambushes and killings of Yunzhou City’s top fighters over the past month."
"Not from Xia Country, no wonder he’s so brazen," An Yi remarked, nodding.
Now he noticed—Red Poison’s hooked nose, deep-set eyes, slightly curled chestnut hair, and pale complexion clearly marked him as a foreigner.
"I’ve long heard that Xia Country is the land of ancient martial arts, teeming with masters! Yet now, not a single one of you has the guts to face me. Such a grand underground boxing arena, and not one real man among you?"
Red Poison continued his taunts, eyes brimming with mockery.
Several fighters in the rest area burned with anger, but the moment their gazes met Red Poison’s icy stare, they quickly lowered their heads.
Kang had been among their strongest. If he couldn’t last a single round, the rest would likely end up with their organs spilled.
The boxing ring crowd remained silent.
Many among them knew this man was Red Poison.
Countless martial artists had fallen to him—what chance did ordinary people have?
Ding Renfeng threw off his jacket, cursing. "Damn bastard! I’ll tear this piece of trash apart!"
Yao Ji immediately wrapped his arms around Ding Renfeng’s waist. "Brother Feng, think twice! Brother Long is already in a wheelchair. You can't afford to get hurt as well!"
"Yao Ji, let go of me!"
"No!"
An Yi waved a hand impatiently. "Stop arguing. Someone’s already going up."
At his words, Ding Renfeng and Yao Ji turned toward the arena.
There stood a pale-faced young man in a white martial arts uniform.
A boy indeed—barely fifteen or sixteen, his youthful face even younger than An Yi’s by three or four years.
Frail and sickly, he looked anything but threatening.
"What the hell? A kid? This is suicide!"
"Mocking him? Why don’t you go up instead?"
"Who the hell would? Getting beaten is one thing, but this psycho rips out kidneys!"
The underground boxing ring erupted into noise.
The crowd buzzed with discussion, none giving the boy a chance.
A few twisted spectators even eagerly anticipated the boy’s brutal beating.
Red Poison's bloody flair suited their dark tastes.
Red Poison glanced at the boy and sneered. "You? What’s your name?"
His eyes were sharp. The boy's steps were unsteady, his complexion weak—no sign of skill. A mere sickly boy.
Even an average kid his age could probably pummel him.
"Fang Jueming!"
The white-clad youth answered coldly, his soft voice laced with killing intent.
"Fang? Hah! I fought another Fang once—Fang Cunxing. Pathetic fool. I snapped his neck like a twig."
Red Poison licked his lips, reminiscing.
Fang Jueming’s voice hardened. "He was my father."
Red Poison’s grin widened. "Ah. So it’s revenge you’re after?"
Fang Jueming didn’t answer. His fists clenched, eyes bloodshot with hatred.
"Tch. Delusional. Come on, then!"
Red Poison’s laughter was grating, devoid of mercy.
He was an assassin. He didn’t spare children.
In the stands, An Yi’s expression turned odd.
With his Eye of Insight, he could see Fang Jueming's Fate Value: 80!
A staggering number. Most people averaged 60, 70 was rare, and those above 80 were few.
Could this kid be... another chosen one?
An Yi stroked his chin, deep in thought.
"Ha!"
Fang Jueming lunged.
His thin frame unleashed shocking force—a thunderous punch.
Red Poison sidestepped, catching it effortlessly, but his brow twitched. "Flash Fist! So you know it too!"
Blocked.
Fang Jueming didn’t falter.
A second punch followed instantly!
Red Poison raised his other arm, deflecting the blow.
The impact surprised him. This kid’s strength might rival his dead father’s!
He knew Flash Fist.
Three stacked strikes—each stronger than the last.
This boy’s fists carried real weight.
Fang Jueming’s third strike came without pause.
Red Poison smirked. Three punches? He’d seen this before. His father had exhausted himself on the third, leaving his neck exposed for the snap.
This time, he dodged instead of blocking.
But in that split second—
Fang Jueming’s fourth fist slammed into Red Poison’s gut!
Boom!
The impact echoed.
Red Poison staggered back several steps before steadying himself.
Unharmed!
Fang Jueming’s face paled.
"Pfft. That’s it?"
Red Poison adjusted his cloak, grinning. "I told you. Xia Country’s ancient martial arts are all flash, no substance! Your father died praising that garbage martial arts. Pathetic!"
"Don’t you dare insult him!"
Fang Jueming’s voice was ice, his body trembling with rage—a cornered beast.
Red Poison cackled. "That waste of a human had no talent, yet wasted his life on martial arts. That Flash Fist? A joke! Killing him was a mercy!"
Fang Jueming’s face flushed crimson, his entire being shaking.
His father, though untalented, had dedicated his life to the martial path. Flash Fist was their family’s legacy—his pride!
When Red Poison had mocked ancient martial arts, his father had challenged him.
Though he died, to Fang Jueming, he remained a hero.
Now, this monster spat on his memory.
Then—
A razor-sharp hand shot forward like a serpent, piercing Fang Jueming’s chest!
Red Poison stood before him, cold as ice.
He slowly withdrew his bloodied fingers.
"Like I said... trash will always be trash."
【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.)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
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?"
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!"
