All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 161
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Hearing the high-pitched threat, Fang Zhe did not reply with words. He merely drew one foot back, lowered his center of gravity, and crossed his arms over his chest with a smile that never faded.Fang Zhe’s relaxed posture at such close range was the ultimate insult to Murayama."Die, you bastard!" Murayama roared.BUMMM!The obsidian stone floor beneath Murayama's feet shattered and cracked as his burly body launched forward like a cannonball.Wuuuuush!His movement was so fast that it left a faint black afterimage in the air. In the blink of an eye, Murayama's right fist—shrouded in a deep black Qi that spun like a giant drill—was already right in front of Fang Zhe's face.Wuuuush!Without moving back even a single inch, Fang Zhe merely tilted his head a few centimeters to the side. The wind generated by Murayama's punch tore past, cutting a few strands of Fang Zhe’s bangs and striking the empty air behind him, creating a loud boom.Losing no momentum, Murayama immediately spun his
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BOOOOOOOM!An earth-shattering, deafening collision exploded at the center of Block 10's courtyard. Murayama's giant black dragon head projection slammed violently into the hexagonal crystal ice shield wall that Fang Zhe had just created.The shockwave generated by the collision of the two five-star Qi energies shot out horizontally, creating a gale-force storm that blasted away the remaining obsidian rocks and surrounding dust. The thirty-five convicts watching from the edge of the courtyard were forced to cross their arms in front of their faces to withstand the biting, fierce wind piercing their skin."Hahaha! Shatter into pieces, you wretched brat!" Murayama roared, the veins in his neck bulging as he continued to push all his black Qi energy to crush his opponent's defense.However, the look of victory on the middle-aged man's face did not last long. Because...Zzzzttt... Kreeek...Instead of shattering into pieces as Murayama had imagined, Fang Zhe’s ice shield actually emitted
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Hearing the threat regarding the Spirit Gatherer realm brought up by Murayama, Fang Zhe did not show even a single change in his expression. His pair of black eyes remained clear and indifferent. Far from trembling in fear, he even crossed his arms behind his head again in an utterly relaxed stance, as if Murayama's bluff just now were nothing more than a passing breeze. "An unrivaled Spirit Gatherer?" Fang Zhe let out a small yawn, staring at Murayama with a lazy gaze that pierced the middle-aged man's ego to the core. "And? Am I supposed to jump in fear? Whether he is in the Spirit Gatherer realm or whatever realm for that matter. As long as he is still human... So, just save your sermon, Old Man. Your threat... is truly boring." Murayama was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had expected that bluffing about Han Ling's true identity as a Spirit Gatherer monster would shatter the young man's mental state in front of him. However, the reality he faced was absolute apathy.
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His pair of eyes flashed with dangerous ambition, while the corners of his lips curved into a cold smirk. Braaak! He threw the black leather-bound file back onto the agarwood desk, creating a sound that shattered the silence of the room. However, just as the echo of the file faded...Syuuuuut! The temperature inside the luxurious room suddenly plummeted drastically. It was not due to Fang Zhe's absolute ice aura, but rather because of the emergence of a killing intent so dense, sharp, and reeking of fresh blood. The atmospheric pressure around the entrance suddenly became incredibly heavy, as if the air in that area was sucked dry in an instant. Bruk! Near the door, Lei Ba, who was initially on guard, immediately dropped to one knee. His massive body trembled violently as cold sweat poured profusely down his temples. His face was deathly pale, his eyes staring at the floor with a fear far greater than when he had faced Fang Zhe on the field earlier. Sensing the same thing, Fan
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Faiye felt her entire body stiffen violently. Fang Zhe's embrace did not merely lock her physically; it shattered the ice-cold mental defenses she had maintained for years. Her ragged breathing mingled with Fang Zhe’s breath against her neck, creating a tickling sensation that made her hairs stand on end—not out of a sense of danger, but because of an alien surge of emotion that suddenly derailed her focus. The flush that had initially appeared as a mere speck on her cheeks had now spread completely, turning her usually corpse-pale, beautiful face into a deep crimson from a volatile combination of embarrassment, nervousness, and exploding rage. As an assassin, she had always been the one hiding in the shadows, deciding the life and death of her targets. Yet today, for the very first time, she was being absolutely controlled in a suffocating intimacy. Sensing that the woman in his arms had lost her stable breathing rhythm and was entirely consumed by nervousness, Fang Zhe knew he
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"System," Fang Zhe called out in his mind, breaking the night silence that enveloped the room. "Open the system shop. My remaining points right now stand at 7,000, correct? Use all of those points to buy me a terrifying assassination technique. I need something instant, lethal, and capable of catching those old foxes in the upper blocks completely off guard." Ding! The blue holographic screen in front of Fang Zhe flickered rapidly, bringing up a spinning wheel graphic before finally displaying the shop's inventory list in dimly glowing golden text. > [Responding to Host: Processing request to scan the system shop with a budget of 7,000 System Points. Searching for assassination-category technique: Terrifying/Destructive.] > [Search Complete! Found one sealed ancient sword technique legacy. Original Price: 50,000 Points. Due to the newbie discount and the Host's emergency situation, the price has been adjusted to 7,000 System Points.] Fang Zhe's eyes narrowed sharply the moment
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Ding! The mechanical chime of the system echoed once again, this time with a tone that somehow felt a bit flat, as if it were letting out a sigh in the face of its user's outburst. > [Responding to Host: Please re-read the technique description carefully. The name of this technique is 'Universe Destroying Sword (Low Realm - Sealed)'. It is an extreme energy compression technique, not some cheap visual projection.] > [System Suggestion: Please manifest the technique again, then swing it toward a desired target to witness the true essence of the absolute God-Slaying Sword Essence.] Fang Zhe took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger that had briefly flared up in his chest. His eyes glared intently at the lines of holographic text. ‘Extreme energy compression? So that dwarf-like thing just now was the condensed form of the essence?’ he thought, finally catching the drift of the system's explanation. Despite still being riddled with skepticism, Fang Zhe's curiosity was piqued
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Hearing the super-relaxed answer that came out of Fang Zhe's mouth, Lei Ba was instantly stunned. His heartbeat seemed to stop completely for a few seconds. "Huh? Bo–Boss... You're joking, right?" Lei Ba laughed hollowly, his voice sounding forced amid the eerie silence of the night. "The slash that sliced through the steel pillar and cleaved this entire hall... You did that?" Lei Ba shook his head vigorously, refusing to accept such logic. As a tyrant who relied on physical strength in Block 10, he knew very well the limitations of a five-star Qi Gathering cultivator. It was absolutely impossible! Even if Fang Zhe had defeated Murayama, massive destructive power with precision this razor-sharp was on a completely different level. This was a realm of power possessed only by the monsters of the upper blocks, or even Han Ling himself! "Boss, don't play around. If there is a hidden enemy with high-level stealth capabilities, we must—" Lei Ba cut his sentence short. The words caught
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Lei Ba felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up upon hearing that absolute command. The killing intent emanating faintly from Fang Zhe’s body made the atmosphere inside the ruined hall feel incredibly heavy and suffocating. "Understood, Boss! Your word is absolute to me. This very night, I will ensure the entire district hears this challenge!" Lei Ba replied in a tone of complete obedience, bowing his head deeply until it touched the dusty floor before finally backing away slowly and darting off into the darkness of the night. That night, the Black Dragon Prison did not sleep. The news brought by Lei Ba and the men of Block 10 spread like a highly aggressive plague. From the suffocating cells of Block 10, across the dark corridors of Block 9, all the way through the heavily fortified fortresses of the upper blocks, everyone was talking about a single name: Fang Zhe. This uproar made absolutely no sense to the veteran inmates. Before a full day had even passed since the yo
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Applause, rowdy whistles, and a thundering roar of mocking laughter instantly exploded throughout the spectator stands of the Life and Death Arena. Fang Zhe's words just now were like an atomic bomb that completely demolished the cold and terrifying reputation the Ruler of Block 9 had built over the years. "Holy shit! The cold-blooded killer of Block 9 can actually blush like a love-struck schoolgirl?!" "Held so tightly that she trembled? Hey, are we in a slaughter arena or are we watching a provincial romantic drama?!" "Hahaha! Look at her face! Faiye’s face is literally as red as a monkey's ass right now!" The brutal and vulgar commentary from thousands of inmates echoed back and forth, reverberating off the black stone walls of the arena. Hearing all the ridicule, Faiye instantly froze. An intense sense of humiliation pierced her chest, catching her breath in her throat. Reflexively, her left hand touched her own cheek, which had suddenly flared burning hot. And sure enough,