Are you telling me there's no martial arts in this world? So-called masters are just regular practitioners, and practice makes perfect?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This panel shows the realm, which means that cultivation is possible in this world. How can there be no martial arts?

It must be hidden too deeply, and martial arts are strictly controlled.

At this point, in order to get in touch with martial arts, Lin Fan worked hard to get ashore, wanting to become a member of the Public Security Bureau, contact upper-class people and learn the secrets of martial arts.

It was not until he knocked down the ten most recognized masters of the day with a single stick that he suddenly realized that they were not lying and that there was really no martial arts in this world.

He looked at his body which was invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

He looked at the city wall that was smashed by his punch, and the deep pit that was created by his stomping on the ground.

At this moment, he smiled and said to the person in front of him in a warning tone:

"Please don't act recklessly in my world. Thank you for your cooperation."

Also known as: "Beat the Bloodline Celestial Dragon with a Mortal Body", "Bloodline? I've been fully vaccinated since I was a child, and my stats are already maxed out"

To ward off disasters and suppress misfortunes, this sneaky world needs a little surprise.

After copying comments from the folk forum and compiling the first talisman, Chen Xin knew that this surprise... was him!

[Name of talisman]: Zhenzhai·Zhuye

[Purpose]: Zhenyangzhai

[Current talisman power]: Yincha level

[Description of talisman]: Chicken, one crows in the candle night, the image of the south, the fire yang essence... (click to see more)

Several years ago, an accident left Mo Bai paralyzed on one side of his body, and he passed away in agony.

After his life ended, Mo Bai was given the chance to be resurrected in the infinite world.

By continuously clearing levels, you can not only survive but also heal your legs and stand up again.

[Playing House]

System: "Ding, hello player, players in this world are divided into spectator group and combat group."

System: "You are a spectator player and have been awarded the title 'Flawed Porcelain Doll.' You can display your charm to make the monsters automatically move away from you..."

In an effort to regain his health, Mo Bai excitedly swung his metal baseball bat and smashed the monster's head.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything. Congratulations to the player for leveling up and obtaining the title 'The Broken Iron Doll'."

The Earl's Villa

System: "System friendly reminder: 'The broken iron doll' - you can demonstrate its aesthetic value, and the Earl will let you play with it..."

Mo Bai killed the perverted count with an ice hammer.

Mo Bai: "System, what did you say?"

System: "I didn't say anything."

After passing several levels, Mo Bai asked the system in confusion, "System, why is my dungeon more difficult than others'?"

System: "Because you never follow the walkthrough! Look at how high your title has gone! Fight on, 'Solid Diamond'! Are you still a spectator?"

Mo Bai: "Oh, I don't like your strategy guide. I refuse to view it!" Theme: A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

Nie Weiyang, male, half-vampire, never-hidden number one on the battle power rankings, former assassin now Paladin, defender of Zhongzhou, player, world boss... To be honest, I don't have much personal work, mainly responsible for rescuing people, killing people, leaping and slashing evil gods, and saving the world. "...They say you have a moral level beyond the current era, and will even save obedient enemies from danger. Is that true?" "It's just a win-win situation." "So how do those dangers come about?" "It's just a matter of time." "Then... what if the enemy refuses to repent?" "Refuse to repent?" Nie Weiyang smiled kindly, his sharp fangs flashing with a cold light. "—Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Ryan Bloodmoon: "I want to buy a large house with a garden and fountain in the mage district of Casano City, then marry a beautiful pure-blooded human lady. If possible, I'd also like to take a pure-blooded elf girl as a concubine." ———【Demon's Lament】is a game with an extremely grand world view. Three hundred years after the pacification of the orcish invasion, the demon plane invaded the Thunderclap Continent. The continental alliance composed of races such as humans, elves, orcs, goblins, dwarves, and giants suffered repeated defeats, retreating to Casano City, preparing for a desperate battle. Thirty-six legendary mages from all over the world gathered in Casano City, unleashing a terrifying forbidden spell, repelling the demon invasion, and tearing apart the interdimensional gate connecting to the abyss plane. One hundred years after the demons' defeat, the forbidden spell elements swirling around Casano City dissipated. Ryan Bloodmoon, from the distant mines...

Supernatural phenomena have revived, the gates of hell have opened, and the mortal realm overlaps with reality. Ancient taboos have become the laws of survival, the thousand-year-old sorcerer has awakened, and hundreds of ghosts roam the human world at night. Strange arts, forbidden spells, folk tales, urban legends... the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures Investigation, the Foundation for Containing the Strange, the Revelation Society... Coffin, Nuo, Liang, Ling, Di, Qi, Yong, Shi—the eight gates of folk burial. The coffin is the first of the eight gates. The movement of carrying a coffin is forbidden by the supernatural. ... "Ji Yun, I've never heard you say what your family does." "We do a small business in the town." "What kind of business is so mysterious?" "We run a coffin shop." "..." PS. If you're looking for something to read, check out the 3 million+ pent-up books "Cataclysmic Card King" and "Mechanical Alchemist."

In this world, spirit beasts possess mysterious powers known as miracles, yet their minds are simple. Humans, though weak, can utilize the power of spirit beasts for protection, commanding their close companions to fight for them. Those who dislike fighting and the spirit beasts mutually benefit from their magical powers, building cities together. A visitor from another world arrives in this world. Rather than hiding behind spirit beasts and watching them fight for him, he prefers to charge ahead and defeat enemies himself.

Ning Yuan: "A philosopher once said that the biggest trouble for people is having a good memory. If you can forget everything, how good would it be?"

Current girlfriend (sneer): "Is this the reason why your ex-girlfriend is everywhere?!?"

If one day your ex-boyfriend who ran away appeared in front of you with amnesia, what would you choose:

A: Break his legs and vent his anger

B: Chop, boat, hold your head and drift away

C: Pretend nothing happened to trick him home and keep him all to yourself

D: Of course choose to forgive him

Tsundere ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a three-choice question?

Iceberg ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a multiple-choice question?

Black-hearted current girlfriend: Isn't this a sorting question?

Yandere ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a rhythm master? AAAACAAADADAB...

ps: This book has a magical fantasy background, welcome to enjoy

In this fantasy world where magic and machinery coexist, Sherlock, a commoner, faces a difficult task in becoming a powerful wizard or warrior, ascending to a position of power. Fortunately, fate favors those who work hard. In this world, Chinese and English have become ancient scripts that represent mystery and power. They record magical rituals from the Age of Gods and the origins of steam... "What did I work hard for?" "I worked hard to be reborn in my past life! Otherwise, how would I understand Chinese after traveling through time?" (A Final Fantasy-like worldview + magic + steam machinery)

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.