On the arena, Zhao Bing thrust his sword over a dozen times in a row, but failed to truly injure his opponent.
However, he refused to believe it was impossible.
Fighting as he retreated, he dodged the opponent's frantic attacks while continuously executing the Thirteen Deadly Swords.
This time, every single strike was aimed at the opponent's neck.
This tactic startled the man.
Although the defense of the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art was incredibly strong, it still had its limits.
If one spot was continuously struck, there would eventually come a moment when it could no longer be defended.
At this point, he no longer dared to fight with wild, wide-open moves, completely disregarding defense.
From time to time, he had to use his hands to block the sword energy Zhao Bing slashed toward his neck.
Seeing the opponent actively using his hands to defend, Zhao Bing knew his idea was right.
The next moment, the Thirteen Deadly Swords were unleashed to their absolute limit.
Thirteen afterimages relentlessly attacked the exact same spot.
Sparks flew in all directions.
The tide of the battle reversed in an instant.
Originally, Zhao Bing had been fighting while retreating, but now it was the Ancient Clan member who was forced to protect his neck while exchanging blows with Zhao Bing.
Cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.
Because looking at Zhao Bing's stance, it was obvious he wanted to chop his head off.
The man immediately felt the urge to retreat.
But it was too late.
Under his active defense, his neck was protected.
But his arms were the first to give out.
First was his right wrist; every time he protected his neck, Zhao Bing pierced his wrist.
Unknowingly, his wrist had already taken over a dozen sword strikes.
It could no longer hold up and began to bleed.
The greatest flaw of the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art was finally exposed.
Once injured, that wound would become his vulnerable spot.
At this time, he could no longer care about protecting his neck, and instead began trying to figure out how to protect his wrist.
However, before long, blood sprayed from his left upper arm.
"Damn it!"
The man knew he was definitely going to lose.
If he held on any longer, he would only suffer worse injuries.
He turned around, wanting to flee the arena.
The moment he turned around.
A patch of skin on his back, having endured thirty strikes, also gave way.
The man was startled. The back was not like the arms.
Arms could defend from the front, but he couldn't reach his own back.
A fear of death filled his heart.
He dashed madly toward the edge of the arena, wanting to jump off.
His original impassioned fervor had now turned into gnashing teeth.
As for the other spectators, they couldn't help but exclaim:
"This bro is pretty fierce!"
"He actually chopped the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art to pieces!"
"The Ancient Clan is really getting slapped in the face right now!"
"That guy from the Ancient Clan is clearly trying to run away. Why is he still chasing? Could it be..."
...
Under everyone's incredulous gazes.
Zhao Bing pursued relentlessly and thrust his sword straight into the wound on the man's back.
The sword energy instantly shredded his internal organs.
The fleeing figure only felt a sudden chill in his back.
He stumbled and spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs!
"How dare you!"
The elders of the Ancient Clan could no longer sit still.
Gu Yang's hands were trembling with anger.
But remembering that there were still two Ancient Clan hostages, he could only stop them, saying:
"Don't be impulsive. People all over the world are watching our Ancient Clan right now!"
His words made the elders suppress the killing intent in their hearts.
However, the younger generation of the Ancient Clan by the arena could no longer hold back.
Immediately, two of them jumped onto the arena.
"You dared to kill a member of our Ancient Clan, today you will die!"
Without another word, the two attacked together.
At this, the audience at the scene could no longer contain themselves.
Waves of mockery rang out.
"If you can't afford to lose, why host a tournament?"
"It's really a case of 'you can burn down houses, but we can't even light a lamp'!"
"You panic when only two die, but when hundreds of ours died, we didn't see you panic!"
"Two against one, the Ancient Clan is clearly breaking the rules!"
...
The audience's mocking voices made Gu Yang and the others' faces look extremely ugly.
Now, the eyes of everyone in the venue were focused on Zhao Bing's match.
They were all drawn to this fierce man who had killed two Ancient Clan members in a row.
Gu Yang had to shout to stop them:
"You two, get down here!"
"Do you think the Ancient Clan hasn't lost enough face?"
However, just as his words left his mouth, he saw Zhao Bing trade an injury for an injury, directly slicing off one of their heads.
In the moment the other man was shocked, Zhao Bing pierced him straight through the heart.
What was even more ruthless was that Zhao Bing swung his sword again, beheading that man as well.
This ensured that even if the Ancient Clan had Vermilion Fruits, they would have no chance to save him.
Gu Chen angrily smashed the chair beneath him to pieces.
But he was left speechless.
The Ancient Clan had broken the rules first, going two against one, only to be counter-killed.
He could only swallow his broken teeth and keep his grievances to himself.
A few more Ancient Clan youths grew red-eyed and wanted to attack together.
Gu Yang could finally sit still no longer.
With a flash, he appeared directly at the edge of the arena to stop those impulsive young men.
"Do not be insolent!"
"This is a tournament organized by our Ancient Clan!"
"Have you not lost enough face already?!"
"If you want to fight in the arena, follow the rules and challenge him one by one!"
"But you are not allowed to go up there to die and disgrace the Ancient Clan!"
The young men all stared at Zhao Bing with red eyes.
Gu Yang's words sobered them up a bit.
They understood that the Ancient Clan had thoroughly disgraced itself today.
And there was nothing they could do about it.
After all, they had been the ones killing people first all along.
They just never expected to run into someone who didn't care about his life, someone who dared to kill Ancient Clan members in public.
At this moment, the entire stadium was boiling with noise, as everyone discussed Zhao Bing's battle.
"I never say 'holy shit!' but I really couldn't hold it back just now!"
"I originally respected you as a tough guy, but it turns out you're a god!"
"Brother deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple; even if he dies, it's worth it."
"Mother of God! One person killed four Ancient Clan geniuses; even Jesus couldn't save him now."
...
Gu Yang's eyes were bloodshot. Staring fixedly at Zhao Bing on the arena, he said coldly:
"Who are you?"
"Since you dare to kill Ancient Clan members, why bother hiding your face?"
At this moment, everyone looked at Zhao Bing.
They were also very curious.
What did this guy wearing a baseball cap and a mask actually look like?
They wanted to know even more who this incredibly fierce person was.
Zhao Bing felt that there was no need to hide anymore at this moment.
He probably wouldn't make it out of the Holy Capital alive today.
But having killed four Ancient Clan members.
He felt extremely exhilarated.
He felt that his mind was indeed much clearer and unburdened.
It was just a pity that his sword Dao still hadn't broken through.
Furthermore, in order to participate in the tournament, he hadn't had the time to go to the Immortal Capital to see his master one last time.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Zhao Bing took off his sweat-soaked mask and baseball cap.
Revealing that ferocious scarred face.
Gu Yang's eyes abruptly widened.
He recognized Zhao Bing at a glance; this was the sword master who had obstructed the sacrifice to the flood dragon in the ruins of Linhai City last time.
However, he wasn't the only one who recognized him.
A large number of spectators at the scene also recognized that familiar scarred face.
Even though he had disappeared for ten years.
"It's him! It's actually him!"
"The Chosen Scarface! The disciple of Great Xia's hero, Chen Feng!"
"I didn't expect it to be that martial arts fanatic!"
"As expected of the Great Xia hero's disciple. Just like Chen Feng, he is simply the nemesis of the Ancient Clan."
...
The entire stadium instantly became lively.
The enthusiastic discussions and exclamations shocked the entire Ancient Clan.
Listening to the uproar of the audience, the members of the Ancient Clan stared blankly at Zhao Bing.
They had not expected that this person was actually Chen Feng's disciple.
Zhao Bing stared at Gu Yang, his face full of arrogance.
"The name is Zhao Bing!"
"You might not know who I am, but you definitely know my master."
"My master is the hero of Great Xia, Chen Feng!"
] [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!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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."
