"Rumble..." The room where Zhang Fan lived collapsed into rubble.
Dust billowed in the air.
The black-veiled girl stood hidden in the darkness, observing everything.
She was shocked by 9527's strength. She hadn't expected this guy to force Sen to use a soul skill in just two moves.
With both sides unable to use soul skills, relying solely on soul power, even Sen, a Titled Douluo, was no match.
This showcased just how terrifying 9527's strength was—unimaginably so.
In all her years, this was the first time she had seen such a thing.
He would become the champion at record speed and quickly earn the right to challenge the Hell Road.
And even the killing intent couldn't interfere with him.
His mental fortitude and control were extreme, and his use of killing aura had reached a terrifying level.
She had no idea how 9527 managed it.
He was simply too mysterious.
"Ding, plot alteration mission triggered."
[The black-veiled girl thought: He will be the strongest genius.] – You may alter five characters.
Zhang Fan smirked mischievously. So, this black-veiled girl was spying on him nearby? She was beautiful, curvaceous, and a powerful Titled Douluo at level 95.
He figured she might make a fine addition to his list of women.
Then, he changed the words "strongest genius" to "my husband."
"Ding, plot alteration successful. Minor plot madness triggered. Reward: 50 modification points."
Zhang Fan chuckled wickedly upon hearing the system notification.
The black-veiled girl now thought: He will be my husband.
With that, the rules of the world subtly shifted.
The way she looked at Zhang Fan changed.
She found this teenager even more mysterious, compelling, and powerful—she wanted to understand him more deeply.
She was extremely interested.
She felt a strong attraction.
It was as though his every move drew her gaze.
This feeling stirred something in her long-frozen heart.
It left her a little panicked.
After all, Slaughter Envoys weren't allowed to have emotions. They could only have feelings for the King of Slaughter—anyone else was forbidden. If the King found out, it would be a death sentence.
So, the black-veiled girl only gave Zhang Fan one deep, emotional look before vanishing. The feeling was too strange—but she found it impossible to suppress.
That eerie affection was growing wildly in her heart.
…
Just then, footsteps echoed—a bit too loudly in the quiet surroundings.
"Uh..." Hu Liena arrived at Zhang Fan's quarters and was stunned to see the place had collapsed.
"What happened?" Hu Liena asked, a bit curious.
"I was ambushed," Zhang Fan replied calmly. "It's nothing. I'll just find another place to stay."
"Are you okay?" Hu Liena walked up to him with concern. She checked him over carefully and, seeing no injuries, finally relaxed. She had come to find 9527 to talk about cooperating on the Hell Road.
"You'll complete your hundred battles within the year and earn the champion title. How about we team up to cross the Hell Road?"
Hu Liena looked curiously at 9527's strange mask, wondering what his face looked like beneath it.
Truthfully, she had long since fallen for this man. He was strong, mysterious, and she wanted to see him every day.
That strength gave her a deep sense of security.
And also a sense of being conquered.
No matter how hard she tried, she felt she could never defeat 9527.
She realized—to her shock—that she liked two men.
One was Zhang Fan, the handsome man who had defeated her with one sword strike.
The other was this cold, incredibly powerful man.
Two totally different personalities—yet she liked them both.
That made her feel like she was being fickle. She had always considered herself a loyal woman. How could she like two people?
"I think you're very strong. Only by following you do I have a chance to make it through the Hell Road."
Hu Liena spoke seriously and directly.
She knew 9527 was wary, so she didn't beat around the bush.
"Why not ask 9528? I haven't spoken to you much." Zhang Fan asked with a bit of confusion, noticing that her gaze toward him was different.
"9528 is strong, but not my type. And the number of words spoken doesn't matter. You're the one I want to partner with the most!"
Hu Liena proudly lifted her chest as she spoke.
"Oh? You like me?" Zhang Fan was a bit surprised.
"Yes!" Hu Liena figured being bold might work. After all, pursuing a man is like piercing a veil of gauze—if she took the initiative, he might like her too.
"I don't like you," Zhang Fan replied calmly. "So I never considered partnering with you to cross the Hell Road."
"Uh..." Hu Liena froze for several seconds. She was beautiful, talented, and had just confessed—only to be rejected?
She hadn't seen that coming at all.
In the Spirit Hall, she was adored by all. Countless people liked her, and many had confessed.
She had rejected them all.
Because she only liked men who were stronger than her—who could dominate her.
That's the kind of man she liked.
9527 was clearly a great match. But she hadn't expected to be rejected on her very first confession.
Even her request to partner up was declined.
She was stunned—she hadn't anticipated this outcome.
So used to feeling superior, she clenched her teeth in frustration. Though she felt crushed, her face didn't show it.
"Fine! You'll regret this!" Hu Liena turned and left, ran back to her room—and burst into tears.
She hadn't expected things to go this way.
Of course, Zhang Fan had rejected her because he didn't feel anything for her. Sure, she was pretty—but there was no spark. No matter how gifted or attractive she was, a confession didn't automatically guarantee acceptance.
She had the right to love, but he had the right to say no.
Of course, who knows what the future holds.
"Waaah..." Hu Liena lay on her bed and cried.
She had been so confident—only to fail. Maybe she had been too arrogant.
Since she couldn't partner with 9527, she would have to turn to the Asura King.
His strength was decent.
But his progress was slow.
He'd need another year and a half to reach a hundred wins.
Each match was self-selected, so seeing the strength of opponents beforehand increased the odds of winning.
Six months later...
Zhang Fan had already become the champion, earning the right to challenge the Hell Road.
Meanwhile, Tang San had only won 67 matches.
Lately, Hu Liena had been spending a lot of time with Tang San.
She had told him many things—after all, crossing the Hell Road would grant the Killing God Domain, and allow one to freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter.
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