An Yi's casual punch—how much force it packed had never been tested. But if it hit a wall, cracking a hole through it wouldn’t be difficult. The bald, burly man blocking this strike was clearly no pushover! An Yi had underestimated him.
"Not bad! You actually blocked that. Now, let’s see if you can handle this."
With a cocky, punchable grin, An Yi shot forward like lightning.
So fast!
Everyone present was stunned.
An Yi moved so quickly their vision blurred, unable to track his movements.
Another punch came!
The bald man barely raised his elbow in time to block. Cold sweat instantly beaded his smooth, egg-like head.
Though he stopped the blow, he staggered back two steps, his arm numb and aching.
An Yi, however, didn’t budge an inch.
The bald man realized it—this guy in flip-flops had put noticeably more power into this punch than the last.
Nie Qinglan’s expression shifted too.
Others might not know the bald man’s strength, but she did.
This guy was a bodyguard handpicked by her father in Jiangbei City because he didn’t trust anyone else.
Never had she imagined that in a small place like Jiangbei, someone could go toe-to-toe with him.
"Pay attention—third punch incoming!"
An Yi slowed his movements, taunting him deliberately.
Gritting his teeth, the bald man roared and mustered all his strength, throwing a punch to meet An Yi’s head-on.
A shockwave erupted!
Crack!
The bald man howled in pain as the sound of shattering bone echoed from his fist.
The sheer force of An Yi’s third strike was beyond what he could withstand.
Clutching his limp, shattered hand, the bald man crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
Nie Qinglan’s pupils constricted.
She knew "Panther" was a fighter who had already touched the threshold of Ming Jin—an ordinary person wouldn’t last a single punch against him. Yet this kid had broken his arm in just three blows.
Just who the hell was he?!
"Panther!"
A swarm of underlings rushed forward, helping the bald man up. His face twisted in pain—An Yi’s third punch hadn’t held back, crushing his knuckles completely.
"Hey, baldy, still want more?" An Yi said coolly.
These idiots had picked a fight with the wrong guy. Did they really think he was some pushover?
If he’d been weaker today, he’d probably end up like that guy in the denim jacket—beaten so badly even the trash cans wouldn’t take him.
This bald guy seemed to be their leader.
Taking him down in three punches was the perfect warning—the rest would think twice before messing with him.
Never bow to tyranny!
The more ruthless the enemy, the harder you had to hit back.
An Yi was starting to feel like the embodiment of justice itself, an unstoppable force of righteous fury!
Nie Qinglan stared at him, frowning slightly.
Someone this skilled—she should’ve heard of him.
Then it hit her.
Rumors had circulated about a ridiculously strong kid in Jiangbei City’s underground fight scene. Could it be…?
"Everyone, rush him! I refuse to believe he can escape today, even if he grows wings!"
Nie Qinglan raised a metal baton, her cute little fangs showing as she barked orders.
An Yi took a step back, raising an eyebrow.
They still wanted to fight?!
Was it time to bail?
But he’d just made a grand stand—running now would be pathetic.
"Hey, kid. What’s going on here?"
A cold voice cut through the chaos from behind.
An Yi’s face lit up like he’d just been handed a lifeline.
Lin Chen!
Turning, he spotted the guy standing at the intersection, grocery bags of cat food in hand.
"I need your help!" An Yi grinned.
Perfect timing!
He knew exactly how strong Lin Chen was. Together, these seventy or eighty thugs wouldn’t stand a chance.
Unlike An Yi’s lazy, carefree vibe, Lin Chen exuded an intimidating aura—one cold glare and it felt like your throat was being squeezed, cutting off your breath.
The goons hesitated. An Yi was already a nightmare—now another monster had shown up?
"Old Lin, come on, teach ‘em a lesson," An Yi said with a smirk.
With Lin Chen here, his confidence soared.
Lin Chen’s voice was icy. "Why are they after you?"
"It’s… complicated," An Yi admitted.
"This bastard stole someone’s girl!"
A furious shout came from the crowd.
Another added, "He’s scum!"
"Stole someone’s girl? Scum?"
Lin Chen arched a brow, staring at An Yi.
An Yi scratched his head, stammering, "No, it’s—look, it’s not what it seems. I got framed…"
"I just asked what happened. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Qin Yao stays far away from trash like you."
Lin Chen turned and waved dismissively. "Carry on."
Watching Lin Chen walk away, cat food in hand, An Yi’s eye twitched.
What the hell was that?!
Oh right—this bastard still owed him fifty grand!
"Kid, you surrendering now, or do we beat you into submission?"
Nie Qinglan twirled her baton, grinning.
The crowd erupted:
"Beat him down! He hurt Panther!"
"Yeah, break his arm too! Payback!"
"Aim for his face first!"
"..."
An Yi sighed.
So much for walking away after taking down their leader.
Running wasn’t an option—not with his heroic image on the line.
If he wanted to control this mob, he’d have to deal with their little boss.
A smirk curled his lips.
"Go! Get him!" Nie Qinglan commanded, pointing her baton.
In an instant, the seventy-strong mob surged forward like a tidal wave.
An Yi raised a hand, compressing the air in his palm.
Qi Manipulation!
Whoosh—a gale-force blast erupted, kicking up dust and debris.
The charging thugs instinctively shut their eyes, forced to a halt by the sheer resistance.
"Damn it, this punk’s cheating!"
The wind vanished as quickly as it came.
But when they opened their eyes, their target was gone.
"Nobody move."
A lazy voice sounded behind them.
They spun around in shock.
An Yi had somehow slipped past them—and now had Nie Qinglan in a chokehold.
"Back off. Unless you want your little boss to get hurt."
His finger rested against her throat, his tone casual.
As expected, this girl was weak.
Her combat skills were practically nonexistent.
How the hell did she become their leader?
"Let her go!"
"You coward! Fight fair!"
"Despicable bastard!"
Seeing the goons fume, powerless to act, filled An Yi with satisfaction.
No wonder villains in movies always laughed when they took hostages.
This feeling of control?
Pretty damn good.
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)
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."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
