Blood seeped from Fang Jueming’s chest.
Gritting his teeth, Fang Jueming staggered back a few steps, steadying himself as he glared at Red Poison. His fists remained clenched, but he could no longer muster the strength to strike.
He was likely about to meet the same fate as his father.
Death? He wasn’t afraid of it.
But he never imagined that, in his final moments, he’d have to endure Red Poison’s insults—mocking his father and belittling ancient martial arts!
"That look in your eyes… truly disgusting!"
Red Poison sneered, his claw-like fingers darting forward again.
His speed was terrifying—so fast that only a blur could be seen.
Fang Jueming watched helplessly, unable to dodge.
This time, Red Poison’s target was his heart.
Closing his eyes, Fang Jueming felt nothing but regret and bitterness flooding his chest.
Yet… the expected pain never came.
Confused, he opened his eyes—only to freeze in shock at the scene before him.
A young man had suddenly appeared on the arena floor, gripping Red Poison’s wrist mid-strike, halting his attack.
"Where the hell did you come from?!"
Red Poison’s face darkened as he twisted free with a sharp flick of his arm.
The newcomer—An Yi—cracked his knuckles with a grin. "Hey, old man. Wanna spar?"
Red Poison’s expression turned stormy.
This brat… was far stronger than he looked.
Just now, some invisible force had blocked his attack.
"Who… who is he?"
"No way! Did anyone even see how he moved?"
The underground boxing arena’s spectators erupted in murmurs, their faces alight with awe—as if witnessing a miracle.
"An Yi!"
Below the stage, Qiu Xu’s face twisted in fury.
The guy standing on the platform now was none other than An Yi!
"Boss Yi?! What’s he doing up there?!"
Ding Renfeng gaped in disbelief.
Red Poison was no joke—he’d already slaughtered multiple martial artists. Even Kang, a notorious fighter, had lost a kidney in seconds.
Ding!
Mission: [Violence for Violence] activated!
Reward: 10 Evil Power Value!
Cheapskate!
An Yi mentally cursed the system’s stinginess while stretching casually, then smirked at Red Poison. "Creepy guy, you love picking fights, huh? How about I keep you company?"
"You?"
Red Poison licked his lips, eyes gleaming. "That trick just now… was you, wasn’t it? Interesting. Blocking my attack out of thin air!"
An Yi scoffed. "Then brace yourself!"
With that, he dropped into a fighting stance.
Behind him, Fang Jueming—still clutching his wound—stared in utter shock.
That stance… it was the Fang family’s ancestral Flash Fist technique!
"Wait, you—how the hell—?"
Fang Jueming stammered, completely baffled.
An Yi didn’t even glance back. "If you’re hurt, get off the stage. Don’t interrupt my match."
Fang Jueming swallowed his disbelief and retreated, silently reassuring himself:
He’s probably just mimicking the stance. Flash Fist has been our family’s secret for centuries—no way he knows it!
"That move won’t work on me," Red Poison taunted, licking blood from his fingers. "Try something else."
An Yi snorted. "As if this bastard’s on my level."
Fang Jueming: "…"
Who’s the bastard here?!
An Yi turned to the crowd. "Hey, Ding Renfeng!"
Ding Renfeng perked up. "Yeah, Boss Yi?"
"How much for beating this guy?" An Yi pointed at Red Poison, dead serious.
Ding Renfeng held up five fingers. "Five grand! But there’s a 1k entry fee."
An Yi waved him off. "Cover it for me. I’ll pay you back."
The audience collectively facepalmed.
Is this guy for real?!
Facing a monster like Red Poison, and all he cares about is the prize money?!
Suddenly, they couldn’t wait to see this cocky brat get wrecked.
"Alright, let’s go."
An Yi resumed his stance, beckoning with a smirk. "You first."
"Arrogant fool!"
Red Poison took a deep breath, steadying his energy—only for An Yi to vanish in a blur.
WHAM!
A fist smashed into Red Poison’s face, twisting it grotesquely.
"One!" An Yi declared, dusting off his hands.
"YOU SON OF A—!"
Red Poison stumbled back, blood dripping from his nose.
He said I could attack first!
This little shit ambushed me mid-prep!
No honor! No martial virtue!
Before he could recover, the second punch came.
Red Poison dodged, countering with a swipe at An Yi’s waist—aiming for the kidneys.
"Fcking hell! Going for my kidneys?!"
An Yi’s temper flared.
I’m still a virgin!
If this creep ruins my future happiness, I’ll—!
BAM!
The third punch landed without hesitation.
But this time, An Yi was the one forced back.
Fang Jueming’s jaw dropped.
No mistake—that was Flash Fist.
But how?!
"Not bad. You’re strong," An Yi admitted, shaking out his numb arm.
Red Poison was leagues above him.
"Three punches. That’s all you’ve got?" Red Poison sneered, licking the blood off his face.
The crowd gagged.
This guy’s disgusting!
As for how An Yi knew Flash Fist?
Simple—he learned it on the spot.
His Qi Control technique was already absurd; he’d mastered Cheng Yuanfeng’s moves in a glance.
Flash Fist was even easier.
While observing Fang Jueming earlier, he’d pieced it together—prompting the system notification:
[Flash Fist LV1] acquired!
Not his fault the guy put on a free show.
Ding!
Mission [Violence for Violence] complete!
Reward: +10 Evil Power Value!
An Yi grinned as the points rolled in.
"Time to upgrade."
With 10 Evil Power Value spent, Flash Fist jumped to LV2!
Red Poison’s voice dripped venom. "No more tricks? Then die here. This time… I’ll rip out your heart."
"Try it," An Yi shot back, eyes blazing with killing intent.
In an instant, he struck again—Flash Fist’s opening move.
First punch: Red Poison blocked easily.
Second punch: Same.
Third punch: Red Poison staggered slightly but held firm.
"Out of moves now?" Red Poison jeered.
Flash Fist was just a three-hit combo—a second-rate technique.
An Yi’s grin turned feral.
"Who said that?"
Like a phantom, he closed the gap—
Fourth punch!
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
