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."
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
