The battle ended too quickly, leaving a dead silence in the arena.
Although the sturdy male student lacked the strength to pry out more details, the sheer explosive range he unleashed at a whim led them to deduce that Bao'en was at least a C-level, mid-tier Anomaly—the level of an intermediate Gifted.
This information instantly made most people in the arena lose their desire to fight.
Through professional guidance and training, Gifted individuals would gradually reach the bottleneck of their current stage, with some breaking through quickly while others stagnate.
If it were a Gifted with weak offensive abilities like Qiao Bai, they might still attempt to challenge, but unfortunately, their opponent was clearly not one of those.
"Anyone else want to come up for an exchange?" Contrary to the dejected students of Jidu University, Bao'en's mood was elated, taunting them directly.
"Those too weak can forget about it; I'm afraid I might accidentally kill someone."
Almost simultaneously, the Jidu University team stood up, but someone else beat them to it.
"I hope your strength matches your boastful talk."
A Jidu University contestant who had been fidgeting impatiently stood up, tossing his jacket onto his seat, rolling his shoulders, and nimbly leaping onto the stage.
This contestant was apparently quite famous at Jidu University, as the stands erupted in cheers.
After listening to the translator's interpretation, Bao'en's gaze turned serious, but his expression remained relaxed and confident as he grinned.
"Of course, I hope the same for you."
After the referee announced the start, the two combatants retreated a few steps to create some distance.
Bao'en held playing cards between his fingers, his eyes like a hunting beast locked onto the contestant's movements.
"Swish—"
Several playing cards shot towards the contestant at an extremely fast speed...
"All bluster and no substance."
The contestant made his assessment of Bao'en, cracking his knuckles audibly while standing his ground unfazed.
Anomaly—Air Wall.
A faint collision sound echoed in the air as the playing cards seemed to hit an invisible barrier, unable to proceed further, fluttering down lifelessly.
Bao'en scoffed impatiently, detonating the playing cards instead.
The explosion reverberated across the arena, the force of these few cards far exceeding that of the earlier barrage.
As the smoke cleared, the contestant remained unscathed, not even a speck of dust on his clothes.
"Show me your true abilities."
The contestant knew Bao'en couldn't understand, so he gave a thumbs-down gesture.
The smile vanished from Bao'en's face as rage surged within him.
"I'll kill you, you damn bastard."
He drew a pistol from his pocket, aiming it at the contestant.
"Bang—"
Sparks flew from the gun barrel as bullets were fired in rapid succession.
The contestant stomped his foot forcefully into the ground, ignoring the incoming bullets as he charged towards Bao'en.
As the bullets neared the contestant, they once again collided with some invisible barrier and exploded.
"Boom boom boom—"
The explosions continued unabated, filling the arena with smoke and shockwaves.
Before Bao'en could crack a smile, a massive hand extended from the chaos, slamming him to the ground.
His body crashed heavily into the floor with a tremendous boom, debris flying everywhere.
Bao'en's body twitched, blood pouring from his nose and mouth...
As his chest heaved, trying to rise and cough out the blood surging up, his upper body slammed against an invisible barrier, knocking him back down.
The smoke obscured the view, leaving the audience unable to discern what was happening on stage, seeing only a silhouette standing amidst the chaos as they gripped their belongings tightly in anxiety.
With no more smoke being produced, the haze gradually dissipated...
The "twin" girls from Biterfun exchanged a knowing glance.
"Bao'en is no match."
"Yeah, he's too weak."
As the figure on stage became clear, the spectators erupted in cheers once more.
"Ninety percent of his power?"
"Sheer domination!"
"Did you enjoy that beatdown?"
In the VIP lounge, Yu Anhe laughed radiantly while mock-complaining, "These young ones sure don't know restraint, but you can't blame them, can you?"
With his mastery of emotion control, he could certainly reign himself in, but Bao'en's heavy-handed approach had severely injured a student.
Missing an opportunity to let out some venom would be a feat only saints could achieve.
"Of course not."
Smith didn't dwell on Bao'en's uncertain fate, nonchalantly sipping his tea instead.
Even before Anomalies appeared, Biterfun had been plagued by incessant gun violence, let alone after their emergence...
This minor injury was hardly worth mentioning to Smith.
The old bastard, Yu Anhe cursed inwardly.
If they hadn't kept an ace up their sleeve, he and Smith would be history.
Events unfolded as Yu Anhe had predicted. After suppressing his excitement, the Jidu University contestant called out to Biterfun, attempting to maintain a superior demeanor.
"Do you have anyone else?"
One of the twin girls stood up, smiling faintly, "Why don't you take a break first? We wouldn't want you to lose and say you didn't rest."
Despite her soft tone, her words carried a provocative edge.
"Fighting him wasn't even a warmup; I don't need to rest," the contestant smiled, though his ragged breathing betrayed his true condition.
Bao'en's strength was no trifle; to achieve a shocking effect, he had expended nearly all his energy reserves.
This girl was far more polite than Bao'en had been. "Then, if you'll give me a few minutes."
She extended her hand, pulling her twin sister from the shadows, as if heading to the restroom together.
After a few minutes, only she returned alone.
The girl walked calmly onto the stage, a stark contrast to the three male contestants who had leapt onto it earlier.
After two matches, the stage was in disarray, prompting a Terramancer to restore it to a level condition.
This time, the smoky odor wasn't as pungent as before.
Although she had entered the arena, indicating the need for total victory over her opponent, her genes and physique didn't seem fully aligned.
The blond, blue-eyed girl elicited some inappropriate thoughts from the Jidu University contestant, who suppressed his excitement somewhat.
After the referee announced the start for the third time, an astonishing scene unfolded.
Adhering to chivalrous conduct, the male contestant wanted to let the girl make the first move, but she also remained motionless.
Just as everyone thought they were about to witness a heartwarming moment, the Jidu University contestant suddenly appeared dazed, walking off the stage...
His steps were unsteady, his gaze vacant—clearly not in a normal state of mind.
Yet the moment he stepped off the stage, he snapped back to his senses.
He whipped his head towards the stage, where the girl was still smiling and nodding at him.
Facing his concerned teammates, the contestant grimly uttered a single word: "Psychic Anomaly."
This answer was within their expectations. Their eyes turned towards Lv Cheng.
Psychic Anomalies were elusive and formless, leaving them with no means of defense save for their own psychic shielding. But for her to penetrate this contestant's defenses indicated her level was no lower than B-rank or higher.
They possessed similar strength to this male contestant and had no confidence in defeating her.
However, Lv Cheng's ability could suppress hers—drawing a Serenity Sigil would enhance the contestant's mental resistance.

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!"

ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!

'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.

reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?