Xing Wenghu and Chaddy Wei stood in front of the metallic silver helmets. They shined with a neat and firm polish, and did not look old or ancient at all. "So we just put on the helmets and we will enter the trial of Wall of Duty?" Xing Wenghu questioned to the Fat Cultivator. Who simply then nodded his head in response to Xing Wenghu."Yes, stand in front of them and they will automatically attach onto your head." The Fat Cultivator moved himself out of the way of Xing Wenghu and Chaddy Wei. It was time for the real main characters of the next arc to step forward. Chaddy Wei and Xing Wenghu walked dramatically and slowly to the helmets to put them on. They were walking as if they were the first men on the earth to walk on top of the moon. It was particularly slow, to the point one of the assistants of the Fat Cultivator broke character. "When are they gonna put it on?" He asked awkwardly to the others. "Ssh!" Another cut him off, "You can't speak without us! Just wait!" Xing Wenghu
Xing Wenghu analyzed the opponent in front of him. It was someone with the most forgettable outfit possible. His character was only wearing a generic pair of jeans and a t-shirt. And yet this man possessed the audacity to declare that Xing Wenghu, the True Heavenly Emperor was the one courting death today. He was no more than 20 years old, and had all of the arrogance to go along with his age. His hands trembled with the gun, as if he had never carried one before. It was time for Xing Wenghu to provide the beating of the ass, a heavenly punishment for one as arrogant as his enemy! "You dare think you can challenge this Heavenly King? You are the one who is courting death today! Dao of Gun!!!" Xing Wenghu aimed the sub machine gun directly at his opponent and began to hold down the trigger. A spray of bullets escaped forward from the gun, however Xing Wenghu did not anticipate the recoil of the weapon. He began to violently aim up, not able to handle the recoil as the bullets trailed
Xing Wenghu prepared himself as the Round was about to begin. This time he would take a radically different approach. He would not use his gun at all, instead he would find a way to beat up his opponent within the game. This was the way of a True Heavenly King, not some random Gun Cultivator off the street. "Any Tribulations this trial can throw at me, I will crush like an ant!" Before the Round timer finished counting down, another system notification appeared. The blue screen shined directly in Xing Wenghu's face. Almost threatening to blind him. For a moment, he had mistaken the system of the trial as if it were a opponent. [BECAUSE YOU WERE THE PREVIOUS WINNER, YOU ARE NOW ABLE TO SELECT YOUR STARTING LOCATION]A scattered series of Blue pinpoints appeared across the ruined town map that Xing Wenghu was on. Each of these was able to be registered as his starting point for the next round. Xing Wenghu looked at each one, surveying them carefully to give himself the best vantage po
The Platinum screen shimmered elegantly in front of Xing Wenghu, displaying a similar two options to the ones he was presented last time. [User may select between the following two options.]The first one revealed itself to Xing Wenghu as an upgrade to his speed. It would multiply the increase in his speed to 10x his normal speed and even remove the health debuff activating the speed gave him. However, it came as a large cost. He would never be able to wield a gun again.The second one offered an incredibly fancy destructive gun. That slowly refilled it's ammunition automatically and had a large rate of fire with no recoil. It even featured a weightless perk, allowing Xing Wenghu to effortlessly use this as a new style of fighting instead of beating the ass of his opponents.However, Xing Wenghu knew what to choose without a moment of hesitation. He pressed his hand to the icon of the first option. This was the one he would choose. It would grant him only but a portion of his true
Xing Wenghu stood on the roof of his parent's house, gazing into the night sky, replaying his final memories from his previous life and the cycle of reincarnation. This moment was his first moment in a new and fresh life. He was reborn, and now had a chance to start fresh, no longer bound by the fate of his previous self. It was a luxury few cultivators ever had the chance to earn.But he was the main character, the chosen one. The fated one, the special one. The Protagonist even dare he believe it. He had been reborn as a cultivator, with new powers and abilities. Xinghad been chosen by the supreme Dao deities to ascend and become one of the most powerful cultivators in existence. Xing Wenghu from a young age had been born with the Heavenly Daoist skeleton, and the Demonic Daoist Martial Body. A potent combination that only 0.0000001% of cultivators in the entire history of existence ever had.Upon Xing Wenghu's very birth, a gigantic flash of light exploded across every dimension,
Xing Wenghu turned to his training regime with a fervor. He could not shake the feeling that out there was someone who, through her unrelenting efforts, would soon come to beat him as bad as a young master in an average cultivation novel. In the front of his mind, he recalled every moment with his previous love and the vile jade beauty who had betrayed him. These memories kept him from giving his all in his training. Every day he kept saying "Tommorow...I'll just train tomorrow" and not doing anything relevant with himself. A sea of guilt raged within Xing Wenghu, encroaching on him with each passing day. But despite the gnawing guilt that tugged at him constantly, he remained determined to stay lazy. He laid around all day, watching TV and endlessly scrolling through social media feeds on his phone. No matter how hard he tried, Xing could never seem to find the motivation to train. His attempts would always end in failure as he struggled to lift even a single weight or do a sing
Xing Wenghu woke up early that day. The sun had not yet risen, but the birds were already singing. He looked out the window and saw the training grounds below. The sight of the training grounds made his heart race. Xing Wenghu imagined lavish chinese temples, filled with disciples training in various powerful martial arts. However, in reality it was just the sight of his ordinary backyard. This was it however. Today was the day he would be transferred to the Cultivator battle Royale. After a few days of failed training and overcoming the limits within himself. The young lad was excited to prove himself and become just like his past powerful identity. He got out of bed and began to get dressed. He had been training for this day for months, but he still wasn't sure if he was ready. He was still only 18 years old. "The body of this immortal daoist is too fragile! Will I do well in the Royale for sure!?" Xing Wenghu exclaimed dramatically to himself, practicing his new way of speaking
Xing Wenghu was flown via helicopter to the special facility in which all of the contestants for the Cultivator Battle Royale would meet up, It was a special isolated area that was indeed not suspicious whatsoever. Xing Wenghu was lieing back in his chair for the ride there. The betrayal of his mother stung, his injuries still hurt from the conflict with Sun Yaozu. He hadn't know what demonic tricks Sun Yaozu relied upon to gain the upper hand on him, but Xing Wenghu would not stand for this! He was already plotting his revenge against that foul Sun Yaozu bastard. He would break every bone in his body, and slaughter his entire bloodline!This was a mercy on Xing Wenghu's part, only such a chivalrous and kind protagonist was capable of such divine mercy on his enemies. The balding tall man from earlier was sitting across from him in the helicopter, "So Xing Wenghu. How are you feeling about the Battle Royale?" He asked with curiosity in his voice. He had been sent to several other c