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!"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
