All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 171
- Chapter 180
233 chapters
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Wuuuush! Wuuuush! The figure of Faiye dashing forward this time completely tore through the atmosphere of the arena. If before she had left behind a trail of blackish-purple afterimages, she now seemed to merge with the very air itself. The howling wind generated by her movement was so intense that it triggered a deafening, piercing sonic screech. The black stone floor beneath her cracked in rapid succession, forming a shattered straight line crushed by the wind pressure of her extreme speed. Witnessing this extraordinary phenomenon, the spectator stands instantly exploded into hysteria. Veteran inmates and even spies from the upper blocks bolted upright from their seats, their eyes wide with shock. "Damn it! That speed... that is no longer within the Qi Gathering realm!" "She was hiding her power! Faiye’s speed has actually touched the One-Star Spirit Gathering realm!" "That kid from Block 10 is finished! Facing a cultivator with Spirit Gathering-level speed in a confined space
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"Your speed is indeed at the Spirit Gathering realm," Fang Zhe said softly, his voice drifting calmly through the ice storm he had just conjured. "But your physical foundation remains that of a Qi Gatherer. In the face of absolute zero, speed is nothing but an illusion." Seeing Faiye momentarily frozen due to the iced-over meridians in her ankles, Fang Zhe did not waste a single precious fraction of a second. Wuuuush! At that exact moment, his body moved forward. He did not advance with the explosive, visible speed that Faiye had used, but with steps so graceful, light, and efficient—it looked as though he were walking on water. "Y-You..." Before Faiye could even force her Qi circulation to melt the ice binding her feet, Fang Zhe was already within arm's reach. Shuuut! The ice sword in Fang Zhe’s left hand moved in a beautifully subtle, curving arc. Instead of slashing flesh, the tip of his blade struck precisely at the gap between the hilt of Faiye’s right dagger and her froz
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Faiye lunged forward like a cornered black shadow. Her speed, which had already touched the Qi Condensation realm, exploded one final time—but it was not to launch an attack at Fang Zhe. Thud! Her trembling right hand snatched the hilt of the poisoned dagger embedded in the ice floor. With eyes consumed by pure despair, she reversed the blade toward her own chest. 'To die in battle is far more honorable than to live as a laughingstock!' Faiye screamed in her heart, ready to plunge the dagger straight into her core. Whuuuush! Before the toxic blade could even graze a single thread of Faiye’s clothes, a biting gust of freezing wind blew past. Fang Zhe was already standing right in front of her. Clack! With absolute precision, two fingers of Fang Zhe’s right hand clamped down on the blade of the dagger. Faiye's movements were instantly locked in place. The immense pressure from Fang Zhe’s fingers channeled pure ice energy into the weapon, instantly causing cracks to web across the
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Hearing the barrage of insults hurled from the mouths of the Mo Triplets, Faiye clenched her fists tightly against the wet arena floor. Her body trembled—no longer from the lingering frost, but from the looming shadow of dread associated with the name Han Ling, which had long enchained her freedom. Within the upper faction, failure meant execution, and Han Ling’s treatment of his subordinates was nothing short of squeezing out every drop of their utility before discarding them like trash. However, before despair could once again seize Faiye's mind, the sound of calm, measured footsteps approached. Tap! Tap! Tap! Fang Zhe walked forward with an air of absolute dignity, passing the kneeling Faiye. He stood firmly at the absolute forefront, cutting off the entire pressure of the murderous aura radiated by the Mo Triplets. "Taking her head to Han Ling?" Fang Zhe muttered softly. His lazy eyes slowly narrowed, flashing with a chilling glint far more intense than the ice storm he had
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Feeling the warm yet trembling touch on the back of his hand, Fang Zhe halted his movements. He turned his head slightly, finding Faiye’s face pale and resigned, fully prepared to sacrifice her life to atone for her guilt and fulfill the role Han Ling had long drilled into her: to be a living shield. Seeing her resignation, Fang Zhe felt no anger. Instead, he flipped his palm over, grasping Faiye’s cold fingers back with a warmth she had never experienced before. Fang Zhe smiled. It was not his usual lazy smirk born of system satisfaction, but a genuinely warm and sincere smile, radiating an immense sense of tranquility. The gaze in his eyes, as gentle as the spring sun, seemed to pierce directly into the depths of Faiye’s soul, shattering the remnants of Han Ling’s cruel doctrines that had always treated her as nothing more than a tool. Witnessing this, for the very first time in her life, Faiye felt valued—not for her utility, but for her sheer existence as a human being. "Faiy
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From the left, Mo Ren’s burly frame surged forward like a rampaging bull. His colossal axe was raised high above his head, cloaked in a dense, thick layer of earthy-yellow Qi. The weight of the axe instantly multiplied, triggering an artificial gravitational pressure that made the air around Fang Zhe feel as heavy as lead. "Earth-Cleaving Technique: Mountain-Collapsing Slash!" WUUUUSH! KRAACK! KRAAAACK! Mo Ren swung his axe downward with sheer destructive power. The gale generated by the swing cracked the arena floor ahead before the blade could even touch the ground. Simultaneously, Mo Tian refused to grant Fang Zhe any room to evade. Moving from the right with equally impressive speed, his dragon-patterned greatsword flared blood-red from the ignition of his searing fire-elemental Qi. "Soul-Burning Fire Fang Sword!" WOOOOOSH! Mo Tian lunged forward, unleashing a wave of energy shaped like the gaping maw of a fire dragon, seemingly ready to swallow Fang Zhe’s body whole. A de
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At the exact same time...CRASH! BOOM!The sound of Fang Zhe's hexagonal ice dome shattering echoed violently, followed by a blizzard-like storm of ice crystals blasting in all directions of the arena. Three attacks bearing extreme destructive power—a mountain-heavy axe, a stream of dark blue flames, and a drilling storm of daggers—lunged inward without hindrance, ready to rip Fang Zhe's body to shreds.At the very brink of this crucial life-or-death moment, Fang Zhe's heart pounded furiously.But then, suddenly...VROOOM!Right after a curse slipped from his mind, a bizarre phenomenon occurred. A gray shockwave suddenly ripples out from inside Fang Zhe's head, sweeping across the entire Living and Dying Arena.In that instant, the world around Fang Zhe seemed to drain of all its color and froze. Time was completely stopped!Mo Ren's black axe blade hung suspended just a few centimeters from his left shoulder; Mo Tian's blue flames froze mid-lick, locked in a rigid heat distortion; an
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"Y-YOU... YOU BASTARD!" Mo Ren roared, driven purely by a mixture of fury and intense humiliation.However, before he could even raise his giant axe back up, Fang Zhe’s lazy eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light. The remaining static sparks beneath his feet vanished instantly, replaced by an explosion of pure ice Qi that froze the surrounding air within a three-meter radius.Swoosh!Still utilizing the raw speed of the Thousand Thunder Steps technique, Fang Zhe’s body shot forward like a phantom. His movement was so incredibly fast and abrupt that it left behind a blurry afterimage of his robes fluttering in the air. His target had been locked since the very beginning: Mo Ren, the most emotionally unstable of the three."My first task is to silence your barking," Fang Zhe whispered coldly, right as he materialized directly in front of Mo Ren’s broad chest.Mo Ren’s eyes widened in horror. The distance between them was far too close; the sheer size of his giant axe backfired on him,
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Wuuuush! Wooosh! Woooosh! The three-colored energy vortex above the heads of the three Mo brothers grew denser and spun more violently by the second, creating ripples of pressure that made the red dome of the Live and Death Arena vibrate fiercely. Kraaack! Kraaack! Even fine cracks began to web across the arena floor under the sheer weight of the radiating aura. The deep brown color—the product of Mo Ren’s Earth Qi—formed a solid and massive foundation. The blood-red color from Mo Tian’s Fire Qi burned the atmosphere with a boiling heat. Meanwhile, the pitch-black color from Mo Di’s venomous Wind Qi bound the two energies together, swirling and wrapping them into one terrifying whole. Until finally.... BOOOM! From within the tempest of energy, a manifestation slowly emerged, causing every single spectator in the stands to hold their breath. Not long after, a giant palm measuring dozens of meters took shape in midair, looming over half of the arena. "Th-this technique... it
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Hearing the counter-provocation from the utterly calm Fang Zhe, the mocking laughter of the three Mo brothers came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a surge of fury that burned within their chests. "You're the one asking for an early grave, you wretched brat!" Mo Ren roared, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "DIE ALONG WITH THAT TOY DAGGER OF YOURS!" Mo Tian and Mo Di bellowed in unison. BOOOOOOOM!!! WUUUUUUUSH! With a single, synchronized jolt from the three Mo brothers, the Three-Element Destructive Palm hanging in the sky above the arena was finally unleashed. The massive, dozen-meter-wide energy construct plummeted with terrifying speed, compressing the atmosphere and triggering a rapid succession of sonic booms. "Th-this... the outcome is already obvious. We'd better just close our eyes!" "Exactly! At the very least, half of Fang Zhe's body will be obliterated!" "Damn... being too arrogant really brings no good!" The entire audience in the stands instinctively stood up. The wind