Observation area of the Spirit Firmament Sect.
Zhong Yi stood grimly in the center of the observation area, striving to maintain his dignity as a commentator.
It was almost the same script as the first round.
Clearly, the spawn points of "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet" and "Final Twilight" were worlds apart, yet "Final Twilight" could always traverse thousands of miles to lie in wait directly on "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet's" path.
Drawing on the experience from the first round, Zhou Yue and Li Moran had been more cautious, using detection skills to see through this ambush.
Zhong Yi had initially thought this would be a one-sided battle.
And it was indeed one-sided.
Only the side being crushed was "Final Twilight."
"Brother Zhou tried to duel the enemy, but as soon as he showed even his scalp, his health bar was empty... Good thing he had a five-star helmet, or else Junior Sister Li would have had to face three alone again."
"Brother Zhou is caught in a pincer. Junior Sister Li has already slipped to the side. From this position, landing a backstab would..."
"What!? 'Dusk' suddenly turned around and fired even before Junior Sister Li could!"
"Junior Sister Li reacted quickly, barely getting grazed—only a sliver of health lost..."
"'Dusk' is wearing the Sixth Set they unlocked from Last Round's Immortal Stone. Still, Junior Sister Li's raw skill surpasses 'Dusk's,' one-on-one she's not without a chance to win!"
"What's happening?! 'Dusk's' recoil control this round is devastating—he completely crushed Junior Sister Li in a direct confrontation!?"
"Brother Zhou is also trapped in a desperate situation..."
...
In a flash, victory and defeat were decided.
A crushing defeat.
In the Spirit Firmament Sect's observation area, disciples buzzed with discussion.
"What's going on? Why is this 'Final Twilight' so strong?"
"Were they holding back before?"
"I've never seen True Heir Li look so pathetic..."
"I'm done for. I bet a ton of Spirit Stones on True Heir Lu winning..."
"Could True Heir Lu step in and turn things around?"
"How could he turn things around? If True Heir Lu had any real tricks, he wouldn't have become the Saint of Chu!"
...
A wave of sighs and groans swept through the Spirit Firmament Sect's observation area.
Zhong Yi's face was deathly pale.
His own gameplay might be terrible, but his insight was sharp.
There was something incredibly off about the three members of "Final Twilight"!
Especially that one named "Dusk."
Zhong Yi's perspective had been locked on "Dusk" the whole time, so he'd seen everything clearly.
Li Moran's position hadn't been revealed at all from his angle.
How could "Dusk" instantly detect Li Moran the moment she raised her muzzle?
That perfect recoil control—Zhong Yi dared not comment recklessly.
But the moment Li Moran fell, he distinctly saw "Dusk's" muzzle jerk right and fire two shots at a nearby wall!
It was absolutely bizarre!!
Zhong Yi was strongly suspicious that the three members of "Final Twilight," like Jiang Lingfeng when he cheated in "Eternal Nightfall," had tampered with the illusion realm.
But without evidence, he couldn't voice these accusations in such a setting, lest he invite criticism.
He watched the leaderboard in extreme anxiety.
Having been eliminated in the blink of an eye for two straight rounds, "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet" was now firmly in sixth place, with points coming only from the meager materials in the reincarnation seal.
At this point, to turn things around, they'd need at least two first-place finishes and to eliminate "Final Twilight" early. Even then, it was barely possible.
Given the current situation, even if Lu Ze joined the fight, it seemed utterly hopeless.
Zhong Yi sighed helplessly and shook his head in profound sorrow.
"This time, there really is no chance..."
...
Main venue of the Heavenly Dao livestream.
The barrage of comments was overwhelming, the crowd seething with rage.
What's going on?? The Spirit Firmament Sect got eliminated first for two rounds straight???
When did Final Twilight become this insane?
Match-fixing! Match-fixing!
What match-fixing are you on about? It's obvious Final Twilight was holding back to ambush everyone!
Heavens have fallen. I bet my entire fortune on Cultivate Your Delicate Feet...
I'm already on my way to the Nine Springs Peak. See you in the next life, fellow cultivators.
Report that betting illusion realm!! It's stealing people's Spirit Stones and taking lives!!!
I suspect that illusion realm was set up by Final Twilight themselves, conspiring to rob us all!!
Lu the Demon Lord? Can't he step in and save the day?
How is he supposed to save it? By cultivating someone else's foot?
It's not like no one plays the foot-cultivating style. Final Twilight's game sense is just too superb—their map positioning is incredible.
Map positioning nothing! They're checking spots they've never even seen before. Strange as hell.
Don't count on Lu the Demon Lord... If he truly had the skill, why would he have done those heinous things in the First Stage?
Exactly, since when does a true master throw away a good reputation just to become the Saint of Chu?
What if... he actually likes it?
Even if he does have the skill, it's useless! Cultivate Your Delicate Feet is broke now... they can't even afford equipment!
It's all over. I'm bankrupt...
...
Observation area of the independent cultivators.
"Brother Rakshasa, you've really done me a huge favor this time!"
Blood Crow was overwhelmed with emotion, patting Rakshasa on the shoulder like a blood brother.
"What are you saying, Brother Blood Crow? I'm just returning what I owed you!"
Rakshasa replied smugly.
These two were now brothers in misfortune.
One had squandered his entire fortune promoting "The Eightfold Venerable," ending up penniless.
The other had been expelled from the Azure Mountain Sect, leaving behind nothing of his meager belongings.
Now, they had pinned every last hope on this tournament.
With a staggering 800,000 cultivators watching this match, even if only half placed bets, it would be a massive sum.
They had staked their last bits of savings—every single Spirit Stone—on "Final Twilight."
Clearly, the Heart Demon's sorcery never disappointed.
Two straight rounds of overwhelming victory had already secured "Final Twilight's" top spot.
"I was only going to bet half, but you convinced me to go all in..."
Blood Crow marveled.
"Today, I rise from the ashes, and Brother Rakshasa deserves prime credit!"
"Absolutely, absolutely... Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
...
...
The team interface of "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet."
Lu Ze watched the replay Li Moran had shared of their elimination and almost burst out laughing.
The moment that guy took down Li Moran, his crosshair locked onto Zhou Yue behind the wall—it was painfully obvious.
"Damn! Is this guy for real? Those last two shots were fired at me through the wall?!"
Zhou Yue might never have seen a hack before, but he instantly spotted the problem with "Dusk."
"He's like he's got eyes in the back of his head... Very weird."
Li Moran nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he's cheating."
Lu Ze nodded, confirming their suspicions.
"Good news is... it's not too blatant."
After two rounds of observation, and watching the first-person perspectives of Li Moran and Zhou Yue, Lu Ze had basically figured out the parameters of the opponent's hacks.
Probably three functions: wallhacks, aim-awareness, and aim assist.
The parameters were too low.
In the era of "Giant Gyroscope" from his past life, this was barely a child's play.
Lu Ze guessed the opponent didn't dare push it too far, for fear of being instantly caught by the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit.
For cultivators who'd only been playing the game for less than two months, these hacks were unbeatable.
But for him, they were manageable.
As long as they didn't turn on full-hone auto-aim or headshot locking, he had a ninety percent chance of overwhelming them.
"So now what do we do, Junior Brother Lu?"
Zhou Yue frowned, his heart racing as he stared at the team’s ranking.
“No worries. I’ve got this.”
Lu Ze said with a casual smile, spreading his hands.
“But... we’ve got less than two million in assets left,” Li Moran hesitated.
In the previous round, he and Zhou Yue had gone all out, each preparing nearly two million in combat equipment.
They originally had seven million in assets, and now less than two million remained.
That was nowhere near enough to gear up all three of them!
“How about we just buy guns and skip the helmets and armor? Go in and gamble it all?” Zhou Yue gritted his teeth and suggested.
“Who said you’re bringing guns?”
Lu Ze slowly wagged his finger.
“Combine the three sets. Give all the gear to me...”
“You two just sit back and watch.”
“This round’s a lesson.”
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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
