"No matter how tough you are, you can't be tougher than my blade!"
Hu Banqing roared, "Die! Five Tigers Gate-Breaking Blade!"
As he bellowed, a tiger-like roar emerged from his mouth. His long blade danced through the air with impressive force, clearly showing his mastery of three levels of the Five Tigers Gate-Breaking Blade technique.
Gu Qingfeng looked at Hu Banqing, who resembled a cornered beast, and shook his head. "How foolish."
Then, he extended his fair-skinned hand, apparently intending to catch the Five Tigers Gate-Breaking Blade with his bare hand!
Truth be told, Gu Qingfeng only chose to catch it with his hand because he didn't want his clothes to get torn.
His fair, slender hand met the fierce, domineering blade.
*Screech*...
A teeth-grinding metallic sound rang out from Gu Qingfeng's palm!
Hu Banqing's blade actually created a stream of sparks as it scraped against Gu Qingfeng's palm!
Then, Gu Qingfeng applied force with his single hand and gently bent it.
*Clang!*
Hu Banqing's blade snapped in two.
Hu Banqing stared dumbfounded at the broken blade in his hand, so shocked that he forgot about the pain in his right hand.
Not only was Hu Banqing shocked, but the audience below was also astounded. Everyone's jaws dropped as they gaped at the proud figure of Gu Qingfeng standing on the stage.
For a moment, the plaza of several hundred people fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
"Do you understand the gap between us now?" Gu Qingfeng's calm voice echoed throughout the venue.
Hu Banqing stared at Gu Qingfeng in a daze, his mouth opening and closing, wanting to argue back, but his mind was blank and no words came out.
"I didn't want to use my true strength because I feared it would crush your confidence. But now look at this - you've been defeated by someone at the third level of Qi Gathering Realm, and bare-handed at that. What excuse can you possibly find to comfort yourself now?
Well then, will you step down yourself, or shall I help you?"
Hu Banqing's expression changed several times, growing increasingly twisted.
"I haven't lost! You're just physically tough, but to beat me, you're still far from—"
Hu Banqing's words were cut short.
Because Gu Qingfeng had suddenly appeared before him, a large hand gripping his face.
Through the gaps between the fingers, Hu Banqing saw Gu Qingfeng's calm eyes, and an inexplicable fear gripped his heart.
He seemed to want to say something more, but in the next second, Gu Qingfeng's hand suddenly exerted force.
Hu Banqing's body instantly lost balance!
*Bang!*
He was violently slammed to the ground by Gu Qingfeng.
"Do you surrender?"
"No..."
*Boom!*
Gu Qingfeng applied force again, and Hu Banqing's head smashed hard against the ground. His face was now distorted, and the ground had been pressed into a shallow crater!
"Do you surrender?"
By now, Hu Banqing was barely conscious, blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth. Hearing Gu Qingfeng's emotionless words, he was thoroughly terrified.
"I... I..."
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
Gu Qingfeng released his hand and slowly stood up, while the entire venue remained silent.
He turned his head toward the shocked official and said calmly, "Official, please announce the result."
The official finally came to his senses and hurriedly ran onto the stage to check Hu Banqing's injuries. Finding that he was only unconscious, he finally relaxed.
"The winner... Gu Qingfeng."
There was no cheering, no applause, only countless eyes filled with awe and complex emotions.
This time, no one dared to say that Gu Qingfeng's victory was unfair.
In fact, after seeing Hu Banqing's miserable state and Gu Qingfeng's ferocity, they even had a ridiculous thought.
Maybe... they should let him use Spirit Weapons after all?
Gu Qingfeng slowly walked down from the stage. As he passed, the spectators parted, automatically creating a path for him to walk through.
They looked at him as if he were a humanoid beast!
Only after Gu Qingfeng had completely left did the crowd begin to whisper among themselves.
"Too... too strong!"
"Is he really only at the third level of Qi Gathering Realm?"
"I criticized him quite a bit earlier. I hope he doesn't hold grudges?"
Only He Fenghua watched Gu Qingfeng's departing figure with a gloomy expression, lost in thought.
After the atmosphere had calmed down for a while, the official began to host the next match.
This match was between Bai Maming, who was as renowned as Hu Banqing, and a lesser-known warrior at the ninth level of Qi Gathering Realm.
Their fight was fairly spectacular, but the audience watched with little interest, some even still discussing the previous match.
Finally, as expected, Bai Maming emerged victorious.
Actually, in everyone's expectations, among all the contestants, Hu Banqing and Bai Maming had been the most likely to win first place.
These two were basically one step away from entering the Internal Qi Realm, and in terms of pure strength, they weren't weaker than newly advanced Internal Qi Realm masters.
However, who could have predicted that Gu Qingfeng would appear as such an anomaly?
Although Bai Maming won his match, he couldn't feel any joy, because he had watched Gu Qingfeng's fight.
Deep in his heart lurked profound despair. He looked at his White Horse Silver Spear and couldn't help but wonder if his spear could even scratch Gu Qingfeng's skin.
......
That night.
He Fenghua sought out Bai Maming.
"Bai Maming, do you have confidence in defeating Gu Qingfeng in tomorrow's match?"
Bai Maming shook his head, clearly dejected.
The way of the spear emphasizes spirit and courage, requiring unwavering determination without a trace of hesitation or fear.
But now, Bai Maming had lost his fighting spirit. He knew there was no way he could pierce through Gu Qingfeng's Iron Cloth Shirt.
A mastered Iron Cloth Shirt could already withstand attacks from ordinary Internal Qi Realm warriors. Although Bai Maming was half-step into the Internal Qi Realm, he was still half a step short.
He Fenghua suddenly took out a spear and handed it to Bai Maming.
"What about with this?"
Bai Maming took the spear, and upon careful inspection, he was shocked!
"This... this is a Spirit Weapon!?"
He Fenghua stroked his beard and smiled, "Indeed. This spear is called 'Morning Phoenix,' a Yellow-grade Lower Spirit Weapon I acquired by chance years ago. I've never used it in public."
"What does Your Excellency mean by this?"
"Hehe, that Gu Qingfeng is arrogant and violent. If he becomes a Yellow-rank Demon Eliminator and gains official status, it would be disastrous for the common people. Therefore, I've come specifically to lend you a hand.
He's very confident in his defense, but how can a mere mastered Iron Cloth Shirt withstand a Spirit Weapon?
Tomorrow, you only need to wield this spear in battle. That Gu Qingfeng will surely try to block it with his body as he did today. When that happens, catching him off guard, you can defeat him in one strike!"
Bai Maming was excited upon hearing this. He had been in despair, but now there was an unexpected turn of events. Not only was the position of Yellow-rank Demon Eliminator within reach, but he could also gain His Excellency's favor!
But after thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Your Excellency, hasn't the use of Spirit Weapons been forbidden in this competition? Wouldn't I be openly breaking the rules?"
He Fenghua shook his head: "Who said Spirit Weapons were forbidden in this competition? Only Gu Qingfeng was forbidden from using them. Besides, it was Gu Qingfeng who personally agreed not to use Spirit Weapons - what does that have to do with you, Bai Maming?"
Bai Maming was stunned, his face alternating between pale and flushed, clearly engaged in an intense internal struggle.
He understood He Fenghua's meaning - he wanted him to cheat. Since he was the judge, as long as he approved, the match could proceed smoothly. The only consequence would be that Bai Maming would bear some public criticism.
So he was struggling between choosing his reputation or the position of Yellow-rank Demon Eliminator.
After a moment, Bai Maming's eyes grew fierce.
How much was reputation worth anyway?
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
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."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
