Li Moran's technique truly exceeded Lu Ze's expectations.
In his past life, this combo skill was known among players as [W-TAP].
Through precise positioning and distance control, she toyed with her opponents effortlessly.
Clearly, Li Moran had mastered this maneuver to perfection.
"So this is what a prodigy looks like..."
Lu Ze silently marveled.
Such talent was indeed rare.
But—
She was still far from his level.
The battle began!
Li Moran struck first!
"Fine, I’ll let you have the first move."
A faint smirk curled on Lu Ze’s lips as he faced Li Moran’s aggressive charge with utter calm.
Li Moran calculated the distance perfectly, leaping forward with her blade drawn.
She had assumed Lu Ze, with his skill, would dodge with precision.
Yet, to her surprise, he strode leisurely toward her, meeting her sword head-on.
‘What’s going on?’
Confusion flickered in Li Moran’s mind.
But her blade had already descended, slicing into Lu Ze’s body.
Her bewilderment only deepened.
Everyone knew that in Minecraft’s combat mechanics, the first striker held an overwhelming advantage.
Not only had Lu Ze allowed her to strike first—he hadn’t even resisted?
Then, in that split second—
Lu Ze’s sword moved.
The timing was exquisitely precise—the moment Li Moran’s blade connected with him.
At that instant, Li Moran was still mid-air, descending.
A faint unease prickled at her instincts,
yet she couldn’t pinpoint why.
It was as if Lu Ze had deliberately let her strike first.
As if his swing had been intentionally delayed...
A haze clouded her vision.
Suddenly, a surge of danger flooded Li Moran’s heart—
She had struck first,
but Lu Ze landed before her!
She was still airborne!
And now, Lu Ze was charging toward her...
She had initiated the attack,
yet now, the roles had reversed!?
......
......
At the same time.
In Zhong Yi’s livestream.
"As expected of Junior Sister Li, landing the first hit on Brother Bai!"
"Is the infinite knockback combo about to happen again?"
"What’s going on!? Junior Sister Li struck first, so why is she suddenly the one getting pummeled?!"
"Holy—Brother Bai’s knockback combo looks even smoother than hers!!"
Zhong Yi’s voice was hoarse from his frantic commentary.
The chat was stunned by the scene.
[So... should we strike first or not?]
[This is bizarre. Absolutely bizarre!]
[True Disciple Li is completely helpless against Bai Mu...]
[True Disciple Zhong is helpless against True Disciple Zhou, True Disciple Zhou is helpless against True Disciple Li, True Disciple Li is helpless against Bai Mu—so how many Zhongs equal one Bai?]
[Bro, your math’s off. Bai almost got cursed to death by True Disciple Zhong’s mouth before.]
[Can someone explain the mechanics of that fight? Zhong, break it down!]
[I think Junior Sister Li got jinxed by Zhong’s commentary...]
[True Disciple Zhong’s still carrying the game with his mouth!]
......
"Pfft—what do you mean my mouth cursed her?!"
Zhong Yi was exasperated by the chat’s nonsense.
He closed his eyes, replaying the fight in his mind.
Familiar with the game’s mechanics, he quickly noticed something unusual—
Lu Ze’s sword swing had been timed with eerie precision.
Zhong Yi’s eyes snapped open:
"I get it now!"
"Brother Bai predicted Junior Sister Li’s jump-slash and timed his strike perfectly..."
"He let himself get hit first, then attacked mid-air to knock her back too."
"But!"
The more Zhong Yi analyzed, the clearer it became.
"Brother Bai got hit first, so he landed first... but Junior Sister Li got knocked back a second time, so she lands later!"
"By the time she’s still airborne, he’s already on the ground..."
"Low ground vs. high ground—the roles reverse!"
Lu Ze was slightly taken aback by Zhong Yi’s sharp analysis.
He hadn’t expected him to deduce the mechanics of this technique so quickly.
This was another PVP trick from his past life—[HitSelect].
By manipulating attack timing after being struck first, one could flip the battle’s momentum.
[“Bai Mu” has slain “Mo Ran”!]
[+1.6 Wickedness Points]
After pocketing Li Moran’s Wickedness Points, Lu Ze glanced toward the Red Team’s base.
"Why hasn’t Old Man Li shown up yet? Whatever... I’ll go find him."
......
......
White Team Base.
Li Moran respawned at the revival point.
"Whoa! Senior Sister Li, you actually lost?"
Zhou Qiaoling gasped.
"Yeah."
Li Moran wasn’t disheartened. Instead, she closed her eyes, replaying Lu Ze’s every move in the fight.
"So that’s how it is... He did it on purpose."
A faint smile touched her lips as enlightenment dawned.
Within this illusionary realm governed by heavenly laws, every life-and-death battle brought new insights.
And facing Lu Ze gave her the greatest revelations of all!
"One day, I will defeat you!"
Li Moran restocked her gear and set off to track Lu Ze down again.
......
......
Red Team Base.
"Disciple, protect your master!!"
"Master, I can’t beat him either..."
Li Jiujian and Gu Lingfei wore despairing expressions as Lu Ze advanced step by step.
Soon, both fell.
[+8 Wickedness Points]
[+1 Wickedness Points]
"Sweet!"
Lu Ze grinned as the points rolled in. Not one to waste, he also looted the Red Team’s resource pool, taking all the iron and gold ingots.
Then he left, off to visit another team.
The respawn timer was five seconds.
But even he wasn’t cruel enough to camp Li Jiujian’s revival point.
This was a long-term investment.
If he pushed the old man too hard, making him quit the illusionary realm for good, it’d be a total loss.
Better to let him farm a bit before cashing in again.
[Host has impressed righteous cultivator Li Moran with his skill, earning her admiration. Random reward acquired.]
[Reward: Ten Years of Enlightenment Experience]
"Oh? She drops rewards just from getting wrecked?"
Lu Ze eyed the system notification, half-wondering if she had some masochistic streak.
No doubt, Li Moran and Zhong Yi were his two most reliable "experience farms." Best to nurture them carefully.
"Speaking of which..."
Lu Ze checked the time, murmuring to himself.
"The random event is about to refresh. Wonder what it’ll be this time..."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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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."
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