Chapter Seventy-Five: This Designer Is Far Too Petite

"That must have been a rigged match."

"Exactly. I know that guy—his name is Liu Yang, a complete good-for-nothing. I bet he bribed his opponent. Shameless, really."

"Is he trying to buy his way into Xuanqing Sect? If he’s that rich, he might as well give the money to me."

Listening to the jeering from the crowd below, the gaunt young man’s face twisted with disdain.

These fools clearly have never faced death—how dare they mock someone at the third level of the Profound Realm?

Still, he didn’t bother explaining; instead, he quickly left the arena.

He had just spotted a golden opportunity.

No one knew Liu Yang’s true strength. If he placed his bets now, he couldn’t possibly lose.

The commotion in the arena soon died down as the two contestants exited.

The overseer glanced at the list and called up the next pair.

Liu Yang returned to his place, waiting quietly.

Soon, the first elimination round ended and the second began.

Twenty-six contestants remained—thirteen would advance.

This round, Liu Yang’s opponent was gravely injured in the previous match, so he advanced without a fight once again.

"This guy’s luck is unbelievable."

"But it ends here. I sneaked a look—his next opponent is from the Lin family."

"You mean Young Master Lin? He’s a top-tier fighter at the first level of the Profound Realm. Only Liu Jinglong on field seventeen could match him."

The crowd began to chatter, all anticipating Liu Yang’s impending humiliation.

However...

"Liu Yang, is it? I heard you were expelled from your clan for being useless."

"I’ll give you three moves for free, just so no one says I bullied you. Hahaha!"

Liu Yang regarded the handsome youth across from him with an odd expression. He had never encountered such a bizarre offer in his life.

"Three moves aren’t necessary. One is enough."

"Arrogant!"

A heavy thud sounded.

The young man from the Lin family flew backward.

Liu Yang retracted his fist and left the stage in silence.

"He... he won with a single strike!"

"Whoever called Liu Yang a good-for-nothing was talking nonsense!"

"If he’s a waste, what does that make the rest of us?"

The crowd was left utterly stunned by what they had witnessed.

From then on, Liu Yang’s matches became much simpler.

Opponents either surrendered outright or refused to step onto the platform at all.

At last, the final battle arrived.

Liu Jinglong fixed Liu Yang with a venomous glare. "Liu Yang, I never expected your talent to return."

"Seems you’ve had some fortuitous encounters lately."

"But do you truly think you’re the only one with such luck?"

As he finished, a surge of energy erupted around Liu Jinglong, his aura spreading—a clear display of his second-level Profound Realm power.

With his strength revealed, he sneered at Liu Yang. "Without your family’s resources, so what if your talent returned? At best, you’re high-tier at the first level. I could crush you with a single hand."

The crowd gasped at Liu Jinglong’s words.

"Liu Jinglong’s already at the second level of the Profound Realm. He’s guaranteed a spot in the sect!"

"I never saw that coming—I thought for sure the champion would be... Wait, what?!"

A thunderous crack.

Liu Yang, unwilling to waste any more time, sent Liu Jinglong flying with a single punch, then walked away toward the main arena.

All that was left behind was a gaggle of slack-jawed onlookers.

"Second level of the Profound Realm... gone with just one hit..."

"Good grief, he’s a monster!"

"What a joke—someone called him a waste."

"Liu Yang? Go ahead inside."

The guard at the main hall checked Liu Yang’s identity token and let him pass.

"As long as you can withstand a single move from a master of the Xuanqing Sect, you’ll earn your entry."

After hearing the rules, Liu Yang nodded and stepped into the main hall.

This place was far grander than the previous one.

Yet, there were only a dozen or so people inside.

Sweeping his gaze around, Liu Yang immediately spotted a graceful woman seated in the stands.

It was none other than Yan Li, who had come to the Liu family to break off their engagement.

Yan Li, chatting with her companions, seemed to sense someone’s gaze and looked toward the entrance of the main hall.

She was visibly startled upon seeing Liu Yang, clearly not expecting him to appear.

"He actually dared to come."

"What did you say, junior sister?"

A woman beside Yan Li followed her gaze and caught sight of Liu Yang, suddenly understanding.

"So that’s the so-called waste you were once engaged to?"

"How absurd. Let me teach him a lesson for you."

Yan Li stopped her senior sister. "No need, let me handle this myself."

"This is, after all, a personal matter between him and me."

She stood up and made her way to the arena.

By now, Liu Yang had also reached the stage, his gaze locking onto Yan Li as he shouted, "Yan Li, do you dare face me in battle?"

"Why wouldn’t I?" Yan Li replied coolly, her toes tapping the ground as she landed before Liu Yang in an instant.

She appraised him from head to toe, her tone lofty and dismissive.

"I’m surprised you actually showed up."

The contempt in her voice stoked Liu Yang’s anger. "The humiliation you brought me at my clan—I’ll repay you a hundredfold today!"

"A hundredfold?" Yan Li sneered, her tone turning icy. "You?"

"Know your place. A mere firefly dares to compete with the moon!"

Fury flared in Liu Yang’s eyes as he unleashed all the energy of a third-level Profound Realm cultivator.

"Fight!"

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[Content to be released upon official launch!]

"…"

Thrown out of the game, Liu Yang stared blankly at the prompt before him, confusion clouding his eyes.

It took him a long moment to recover.

His expression was as bitter as if he’d been forced to relieve himself and found nothing there.

"It’s over? That’s it?"

"Damn!"

"How could you cut it here? How could you end it so abruptly?"

"Aaargh!"

Liu Yang was on the verge of a breakdown.

He’d been staying up late for days, obsessed with ‘cultivating’ for this very moment, just to get his revenge.

And now… it was over. Just like that! Abruptly!

He was left utterly numb.

It was inhuman.

Damn it!

He quickly opened the game’s comment section.

BestAtSlacking: @YouMakeMeDoThis_AreYouOutOfYourMind!

BestAtSlacking: @YouMakeMeDoThis_If you keep making games like this, you’re going to lose me, you know that?

BestAtSlacking: @YouMakeMeDoThis_Please, I beg you, release the next part.

BestAtSlacking: @YouMakeMeDoThis_QWQ

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“Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!...”

“Gulp.”

Watching the game assistant’s backend notifications pop up ten times a second, Yin Jian swallowed hard.

He felt he’d gone a bit too far this time.

As for changing his approach…

Sorry, he had no intention of changing. In fact, he was already planning to do the same thing next time.

"Muted, muted."

Yin Jian switched off the notification chimes. Time was running short; he had precious little left to finish the launch content.

If the promotional period ended and he still hadn’t finished, it would be a joke.

But just as he was about to throw himself into development, a sudden, urgent knocking came from the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"