All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 181
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The suffocating silence did not last long. Atop the high overseer’s podium, the Warden Judge—a stiff-faced, middle-aged man wearing a black robe adorned with an iron chain emblem—slowly stood up from his seat. As someone who had witnessed hundreds of bloody battles in the Arena of Life and Death, this was the first time his eyes narrowed in tense disbelief. His gaze locked onto the deep trench splitting the arena in two, before shifting toward the figure of Fang Zhe, who still stood calmly without a single drop of blood staining his clothes. Taking a deep breath, the Warden Judge circulated his Qi, allowing his voice to echo into every quiet corner of the coliseum. "The battle... IS OVER!" The Warden Judge’s heavy voice boomed, shattering the silence that had frozen the thousands of spectators. "The Mo Brothers—Mo Ren, Mo Tian, and Mo Di—are dead in the arena! With this, absolute victory goes to... FANG ZHE!" BOOM! Like a collapsing dam, a torrent of cheers, hysterical screams
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Tap! Tap! Tap! Shhh! Fang Zhe’s commanding footsteps abruptly halted right at the outer edge of the shattered arena. His robe fluttered gently, his back turned to the thousands of spectators who were still bowing their heads in deep reverence. The atmosphere, which had just begun to thaw after his order to Faiye to audit the assets, instantly froze once more. Fang Zhe did not immediately walk toward the exit. He tilted his head slightly, glancing toward the row of VIP seats in the upper stands—the place where the rulers of the high-tier blocks usually observed their prey. A faint smile, which this time radiated absolute arrogance and limitless provocation, etched itself onto his handsome face once again. It didn't last long. Fang Zhe slowly turned his body around. His voice was not loud, but backed by the remnants of his pure Qi, every word that escaped his lips tolled like a death knell in the ears of everyone present. "Since the Judgement Warden has officially registered my na
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* [Ding!] [Request processed. Consuming 10,000 Points to purify the 'Nine Spirits Heaven Essence Liquid'. Please check your spatial storage.] Hearing the system's mechanical voice, Fang Zhe immediately extended his right hand. Swoosh! A small jade bottle carved with an ancient dragon abruptly appeared in his palm. Through the bottle's translucent surface, a thick golden liquid mixed with silvery glimmers could be seen swirling like a miniature galaxy, radiating an incredibly dense spiritual aura. "Gold and silver? Looks convincing enough," Fang Zhe muttered, his eyes flashing with anticipation. Without any hesitation, he popped the cork and down the concoction in one gulp, draining it to the last drop. BOOOOOOOOM!!! The moment the golden-silver liquid hit his throat, it felt as if an active volcano had erupted inside his stomach. Extreme heat and utterly dense spiritual energy surged instantly, rampaging into every single inch of Fang Zhe's meridians. "Ugh...!" Fang Zhe groa
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Fang Zhe had no intention of wasting any more time. His opportunistic ambition had been completely ignited by the allure of the massive points offered by this loan-shark system. Three days was a short time, and he had to ensure that his prey had no chance of escaping the net he was casting. "Faiye! Lei Ba! Get in here!" Fang Zhe called out, his voice—now backed by the resonance of the One-Star Spirit Gathering Realm's energy—boomed through the thick oak door of his room. Creak... The room door opened quickly. Faiye and Lei Ba, who had been guarding the outer corridor with a deep sense of restraint, hurriedly stepped inside. The moment they crossed the threshold, both men's footsteps froze instantly. The aura inside the room was so oppressive that it made their breathing heavy. The residual glimmers of golden-silver energy still floating faintly in the air, combined with Fang Zhe's ice-cold gaze, made the hair on their necks stand up immediately. "B-Boss..." Faiye bowed his head
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"Hahaha! Good! Let’s see how stubborn that brat from Block 10 will be after facing our combined formation!" the ruler of Block 5 exclaimed, his cruel smirk returning after hearing Han Ling's decision. The secret meeting in the depths of Block 1 ended that very night. As soon as the four block rulers stepped out of Han Ling's majestic stone hall, the tension that had been freezing the upper half of the Black Dragon Prison suddenly shattered into pieces. BOOOOOOM! Like a thunderclap on a clear day, the official announcement from Blocks 5, 4, 3, and 2 was released simultaneously to every corner of the prison. There were no letters of refusal, no negotiations. The content was short, concise, and filled with thick, murderous intent: "Fang Zhe's challenge for a life-and-death battle is accepted. Three days from now, in the Life and Death Arena, the four of us will tear his body apart to feed the prison dogs!" This news instantly triggered the most massive earthquake of opinion in the
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"Hahaha! Draining our pockets, you say? This brat has truly lost his mind!" "He’s only been the ruler of Blocks 10, 9, 8, 7, and 6, and he’s already acting like the king of the prison! Does he not realize that the four people in front of him could chew him up alive?!" Hearing Fang Zhe’s words, a roar of laughter and mocking cheers erupted from the thousands of spectators in the stands. Their fear-driven speculation had faded since Fang Zhe finally showed his face, but it didn't change their view that this young man in black robes was just a madman throwing his life away for the sake of a spectacle. In the center of the arena, the four top-block rulers could not help but snort in disgust. "Your mouth seems to be running faster than your lifespan, kid," hissed the snake-eyed woman, the ruler of Block 2, her slender fingers playing with a poisonous dagger while she glared down at him with contempt. "First-Star Spirit Gatherer realm... so this is your capital for challenging the four
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The atmosphere in the Arena of Life and Death, which had been tense enough to snap, seemed to explode at Fang Zhe’s ridiculous question. However, before the jeers of the spectators could flood in again, a calm baritone voice—possessing an authority capable of suppressing the heartbeat of everyone who heard it—echoed from the VIP tribune. "An intriguing bet." The entire arena fell deathly silent. Every eye, including those of the four block rulers who were about to pounce on Fang Zhe, was fixed on the top-tier tribune. Han Ling, the absolute ruler of Block 1, finally rose from his throne. He did not look at the four block rulers below, but stared straight at Fang Zhe with an unreadable expression. "It seems you are very confident that you can harvest their lives, Fang Zhe," Han Ling stated flatly. He then raised his right hand, and immediately, an assistant trembling with fear rushed forward to offer him a transmission device. "This, Master..." Han Ling accepted it, pressed a bu
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The audience's cheers, previously directed at Han Ling, shifted their focus. Harsh jeers, sharp whistles, and scorn rained down upon the Ruler of Block 5, who lay sprawled and helpless. To the spectators, he was no longer a figure to be feared, but a clown who disgraced the prison's reputation. "You idiot! You're embarrassing us all!" shouted one of the inmates from the stands. "Get up and fight, you frozen coward!" In the VIP tribune, Han Ling’s jaw tightened. The calm, cold aura he projected shifted into a suffocating atmospheric pressure. He did not care for the wasted life of the Block 5 ruler; he only cared about his pride, which was being trampled by Fang Zhe’s audacity. With a movement barely perceptible, Han Ling waved his hand, signaling the death sentence. "End this stupid drama," Han Ling murmured, yet his voice echoed throughout every corner of the arena thanks to the amplification of the transmission device. "Blocks 2, 3, and 4. Finish him right now. I don't want t
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Fang Zhe drew a long breath, allowing his golden Qi to incinerate the remaining poison creeping through his muscles. Though the poison could not be fully neutralized, his smile twisted into a cold, chilling smirk that made the three block masters shudder. "You thought your poison could stop me?" Fang Zhe muttered. Woooosh! "Universal Destruction Sword..." Without hesitation, Fang Zhe unleashed his trump card. As his hand clenched, a small dagger formed from condensed Qi energy suddenly manifested in his grasp. Sssssshhhh! The moment the dagger was drawn, the aura in the surroundings shifted. The air in the arena crackled as if the very space around Fang Zhe were beginning to tear apart. "This is just the beginning, and I will combine it with the Thousand Lightning Steps..." Wuuuuuush! In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhe vanished. Not only did his speed explode, surpassing the limits of a one-star Qi Gathering cultivator, but every step he took left behind a deafening crack of
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Han Ling remained silent for a moment right in the VIP stands. He looked down at the three corpses splayed across the arena floor, then shifted his gaze to the upright figure of Fang Zhe, whose neck veins were already turning pitch-black from the venom creeping up his arm. Instead of exploding in anger, Han Ling’s lips curled into a very faint, bitter smile. He placed the crystal glass in his hand onto the table and stood up slowly. His voice didn't burst forth, yet it resonated into every corner of the arena with heavy emphasis, propelled by the Qi he channeled. "Three pet dogs, you say? Hahahaha!" Han Ling laughed softly, a dry and mocking laugh. Wuuuush! He leaped gracefully from the VIP stands, landing right in the center of the arena without making a single sound... a testament to a level of Qi control completely detached from that of the three block leaders. After landing casually, Han Ling stared at the wound on Fang Zhe's arm, then locked eyes with him like a predator o