The live-stream assistant couldn’t help but remind him:
“Han Ming, what the hell are you playing at?”
“So many people are watching the stream.”
“Even if the opponent’s cultivation level is a bit higher than expected—”
“he’s still just a martial artist.”
“You’re a high-level martial artist, what’s there to be scared of?”
Me, scared?
Han Ming cursed inwardly.
“It’s not you signing a death pact, you’re just here to watch the show, of course you’re not scared.”
“I’m the one who might be risking my life here.”
“The other guy’s a freak who can kill above his level.”
Just then, the notary public reminded him again:
“It’s time for you to press the fingerprint. Are you going to do it or not?”
The crowd waiting for the duel was getting impatient.
“Don’t chicken out at the last minute.”
“I already bought the ticket. If he doesn’t sign, the money’s wasted.”
“Don’t worry, if the duel doesn’t happen, the Martial Arts Association will refund the tickets.”
By regulation, death pact duels must be approved by the Martial Arts Association and the notary public, and then held in a public sports arena.
The right to watch the duel belongs to the Martial Arts Association.
Even the duelists’ families have to buy tickets to get in.
After all, preparing a death pact duel takes manpower and resources.
Some places even require a security deposit, and if you die, you have to choose the sponsor’s coffin and urn.
At this moment, the boss of the organization backing Han Ming saw Han Ming’s cowardice and the flood of comments on the screen.
He was so angry he immediately messaged the live-stream assistant:
“What the hell are you guys doing?”
“Get him to press the fingerprint now!”
“The people from Wei Corporation are still waiting!”
The live-stream assistant was helpless.
He hadn’t expected Han Ming to be such a coward.
The ridicule in the live chat was almost overwhelming.
“This streamer is a total coward.”
“Are you going to fight or not? If not, go home and raise pigs!”
“All bark and no bite, tail tucked between his legs when it counts.”
“Such a waste of all my gifts, and this is what we get?”
…
The notary public had had enough.
Not caring if it hurt Han Ming’s pride, he said bluntly:
“Are you scared?”
“If you regret it, there’s still time to back out.”
“I really don’t get it. You’re a high-level martial artist, what’s there to fear?”
Seeing the notary’s contemptuous gaze, Han Ming was torn.
At the critical moment, he told the staff:
“I feel sick, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Then he dashed toward the restroom.
Everyone on site was speechless.
The staff hurriedly shouted:
“Are you going to sign the death pact or not?”
“If you’re too scared to sign, just say so.”
“According to regulations, if the audience demands a refund, you have to bear the cost.”
Han Ming didn’t care. He quickly locked himself in the bathroom.
His face was extremely pale.
Not only the people on site, but also the viewers in the live stream,
the boss of the organization behind him,
and even the big shot from Wei Corporation—
so many eyes were on him.
Han Ming knew that if he didn’t sign today, he’d never hold his head high again.
His previous online bravado would be a joke.
He’d also offend the big shot from Wei Corporation.
His current boss would definitely abandon him.
Other organizations would never dare to hire him again.
“Should I take a gamble? Bet that Chen Feng can’t beat me despite the level gap?”
“Sign?”
“This is a death pact, after all.”
“Once you sign this, your life might be at stake.”
At that moment, the bathroom door was knocked on.
“Who’s knocking at a time like this!”
Han Ming shouted irritably.
“Mr. Han, I strongly suggest you open the door.”
The voice outside made Han Ming freeze.
“Isn’t that the voice of that big shot from Wei Corporation yesterday?”
“Why is he here?”
“Could it be that he’s forcing me to sign a death pact?”
“What should I do? Offending the Wei family could be a death sentence too.”
Just then, there was a loud bang.
The bathroom door was forcibly ripped off.
Outside, two bodyguards flanked Wei Xu, who calmly stood behind them after pushing the door aside.
Han Ming panicked and tried to explain.
Wei Xu then extended his hand, offering a small porcelain bottle.
“This is a Qi-Blood Pill.”
“Once you take it, your Qi and blood energy will increase by 300 points.”
“I think with this, you won’t have any more worries.”
Han Ming stared in astonishment at the porcelain bottle in Wei Xu’s hand.
An increase of 300 Qi-Blood points!
That would practically make him a top-tier martial artist.
He had heard of the Qi-Blood Pill before.
They cost hundreds of thousands each.
Extremely rare and hard to come by.
Although it boosts Qi and blood, the effect is temporary.
It lasts about ten minutes.
Once the effect wears off, your Qi and blood return to normal.
Even though it’s only ten minutes,
in many cases, such a pill is enough to turn the tide, to defy fate.
Han Ming took the pill.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of confidence.
Soon, he returned full of self-assurance.
Before the staff could say anything,
Han Ming dipped his thumb in the inkpad and pressed it onto the death pact.
“If you want to die, I’ll grant you that.”
Chen Feng glanced at him and said dryly,
“You really have a changeable personality.”
“Your attitude flip-flops are something else.”
The viewers in the live stream were equally confused.
“What’s going on with this guy?”
“Was he just holding it in the bathroom?”
“Maybe he’s drunk in the restroom.”
“Or was that just for show?”
...
Finally, amid countless expectations, the death duel began.
On the arena stage, Chen Feng quietly scanned the scene.
His eyes landed on several familiar faces.
Wei Xu from Wei Corporation was there, smiling broadly at him.
Even Xiao Ruohan and her mother had come.
And lastly, Yang Honghui, the branch president of the Martial Arts Guild.
That old guy was just standing at the edge of the arena.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was just a security guard.
Jin Youxi held Liu Weiwei’s arm tightly, her mood tense.
That was just her personality.
Whenever she got nervous, she needed to hold onto something.
Liu Weiwei felt the grip tightening on her arm.
She knew Jin Youxi was very anxious.
She gently patted Jin Youxi’s hand in reassurance.
“Don’t worry, Master will definitely win.”
Jin Youxi nodded.
“Master will make sure we get our revenge.”
Just as the two sisters comforted each other, a discordant voice rang out behind them.
“Win? With what?”
“Han Ming is a senior martial artist.”
“A mere martial apprentice wants to beat a senior martial artist?”
“You must be dreaming.”
“Hahaha… better start picking out a coffin for your master.”
Xiao Ruohan’s mother was delighted.
As if she already saw Chen Feng’s miserable death.
But beside her, Xiao Ruohan frowned deeply.
I just saw it on my phone.
Someone actually claimed that Chen Feng's current vital energy is three hundred.
That means he has already reached the mid-stage of a Martial Artist.
Her first reaction was to dismiss it as nonsense.
But then she noticed that this information came directly from the data Chen Feng himself reported when he signed the death pact.
And there was even video evidence from that moment.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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?!
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."
