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 Under the thick night, gloomy black clouds over the Winter City covered the whole sky, and it made people feel very depressing at first glance.
 But the **** arena at this time was extraordinarily lively, as if doing the last carnival.
 When Thorne slowly stepped into the middle of the blood-stained bowl, holding an arena-specific long sword and a short sword in each hand.
 The eyes of the nobles sitting in the auditorium lit up, and they started chattering.
 "Just this small body? Still want to challenge for a hundred consecutive victories?"
 "Unbelievable!"
 "What's wrong with the small body, the ogre is still lying down!"
 "What type of monsters will you meet today?"
 "It was a bloodthirsty owl-headed bear who was beheaded yesterday."
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 "Yo! Isn't this the young city lord Brandt? If you don't go to defend the city, why are you still in the mood to hang out here?"
 In the most conspicuous position of the audience, a handsome red-haired man leaned on a chair, crossed Erlang's legs, took a sip of the scarlet wine from a crystal goblet, and said casually when he saw the man in armor.
 "Mr. Vasilis, it seems that you are in high spirits today!" The armored man took off the metal helmet and said with a faint smile on his resolute face.
 Then, he sat beside the red-haired man unceremoniously, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and unscrewed the cork to drink.
 "Winter City is guarded by the shining guardian Kaladena wizard and your father, I am always in a good mood." Vasilis glanced at the towering wizard tower and smiled indifferently.
 "Yes?"
 Brandt uttered two words in a strange tone, then threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
 "Mr. Brandt, shouldn't you come here just to throw the wine bottle?" Vasilis still maintained a kind smile.
 "Who is the half-elf under the stage? It looks familiar." Brandt didn't answer, but turned his attention to the arena. When he saw Thorne's back, he asked Vasilis.
 "Of course you are familiar. This is an outsider from the lower city, a wandering ranger. You caught the dungeon yourself last month." Vasilis stared at the wine glass in his hand and replied.
 "It turned out to be him!" Brandt showed a glimpse, then his eyes flickered and said: "Mr. Vasilis, are you interested in taking a gamble?"
 "Oh? Of course I'm happy to accompany you!" Vasilis's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Brandt unexpectedly, and responded readily.
 Then he asked, "What are you betting on?"
 "I heard that your Moraine family has just recruited two high-level wizards. I would like to invite them to take a seat at the East City Gate. The gnomes there should be very welcome.
 I just don't know if the eldest young master of your family can be the master? ' Brandt said after some thought.
 When Vasilis heard the words, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then he immediately returned to calm, and put his eyes on the crystal goblet in his hand for a moment of contemplation:
 "Of course there is no problem, but if I win, I need your full support. After all, my younger brothers are not the masters of Anfen."
 "It is my pleasure to work with Mr. Vasilis!"
 Brandt responded happily. As a soldier on the front line, Brandt is naturally very aware of how severe the situation in Winter City is now.
 Winterfell is an independent city of freedom, ostensibly ruled by his lord father Rosslet.
 However, the real economic control of the city is controlled by the four major families headed by the Moraine family.
 The four major families jointly contributed money, and the city lord forces used the money to maintain the army and were responsible for the guarding of Winter City. All business affairs within the city could not be interfered with.
 That is to say, as long as the four major families cut off their offerings, the army of Winter City will starve.
 However, the wizards in the Wizard Tower have always maintained their neutrality and never interfered with everything in the city except for the critical moment of Winter Winter City.
 The current Winter City is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the soldiers of the city have been fighting **** battles ahead. These nobles, headed by the four major families, have lived very comfortably under the protection of the city lord and the wizarding tower.
 With the continuous growth of financial resources, these nobles who started as businessmen finally set their sights on the location of the City Lord's Mansion.
 Watching the soldiers guarding the city wall continue to die tragically, the indifferent eyes of the nobles only have a desire for power.
 They foolishly thought that as long as the army of the City Lord's Mansion was exhausted, they could truly control the entire Winter City with their accumulated power.
 As for those invading foreign enemies?
 The nobles have full confidence in the wizards in the wizard tower, and feel that they can definitely resist it. After all, they were the demons who fought off the abyss.
 But Brandt knew from his father's vague hints that the wizard tower was already preparing the coordinates of the teleportation across planes, and was ready to retreat at any time.
 So he wondered what the crisis was, even the wizards couldn't handle it?
 And what he has to do now is to recover a little loss as much as possible, and quickly break through when the city is broken.
 "Then how does Lord Brant plan to gamble?" Vasilis's voice interrupted Brant's contemplation.
 "It's very simple, I'll bet on that half-elf ranger to win this game!" Brandt replied looking at Thorne's figure on the arena.
 He recalled the accidental encounter between the two in that remote small bar a month ago.
 Originally, after taking him away, he planned to lock him up for a few days to grind his anger, and then cultivate him as his own guard.
 But what he didn't expect was that he was taken one step ahead by the Moraine family and taken away as a gladiator.
 Moreover, winning or losing has nothing to lose to him. If he wins, he can get the help of two high-level wizards, and if he loses, it is nothing more than supporting Vasilis.
 Winter City is almost out of control. These nobles are still thinking about how to fight for power and profits. Maybe with the disappearance of the wizard tower, this place will soon be turned into ruins. Who cares about those things.
 "It seems that you are very confident in this wanderer!" Vasilis glanced at Brandt unexpectedly.
 "It's nothing, it's just pleasing to the eye, then it's up to you to choose the rest. I believe you are definitely not the kind of person who likes to break the rules." Brandt said with a smile.
 "I'm sorry, but you should simply investigate. This wanderer has won 98 consecutive victories, so according to the rules of the arena, his opponent must be carefully considered."
 Vasilis took a sip from the wine glass, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was already winning.
 "Really? That's such a pity." Brandt frowned slightly, pretending to be a little regretful.
 "Go and notify, let the troll hunter out and play with the wandering ranger!" Vasilis instructed the guards around him.
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 Not all places are hospitable,
 Not all adventures can be solved with a sword!
 Not all games are enjoyable
 Not all traversers can change their lives against the sky!
 When all gamers travel to another world……
 What welcomes them is a cruel world that has just quelled the catastrophe of the saints and is about to experience the chaos of arcane law!
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 The Gura Gura no Mi is known as the strongest fruit in the world of one piece. 
 In Naruto world, the blood limit would grant the strongest power for those ninjas. But what if the Gura Gura no Mi is found in the world of Naruto And after it is eaten it will be like a blood limit power. 
 Well, the MC just took that Fruit. 
 This story begins before the second Ninja war by two years.
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 An ultimate warrior, the one and only Alchemy Emperor, Ling Han, died in his quest to achieve godhood. Ten thousands years later, he, with the ‘Invincible Heaven Scroll’, was reborn in the body of a young man with the same name. From then on, winds and clouds moved as he set himself against the uncountable geniuses of this new era. His path of becoming a legend has begun once more. Of all eras underneath the heavens, I am the strongest!
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 He was the youngest guru of martial arts as well as the perfect Mr. McDreamy of the most girls. He had mysterious absolute touch, clear-sighted observation ability and various outstanding talents.
 But now, he was just an ordinary freshman in University of Jiangjing Chinese Medicine, who wanted to learn Chinese Medicine, see patients, and get into a relationship with a girl in a low-key way. However, in a Mid-Autumn Festival party, he was forced to put on a performance, which shocked the whole audience. The shiny and wonderful university life began from then on.
 In the university, he met a beautiful and smart School Beauty Jiang Miaoyu who shook his heart slightly. But the road of love was never smooth, even to a perfect hero.
 He also met a kind and friendly teacher Dr. Shen who discovered his excellent technique and gave him a chance to practice. 
 Besides, his three lovely and interesting roommates were indispensable in his life, although sometimes they looked a little awkward. 
 But this young hero’s life was not always full of happiness without a hitch, some trouble still appeared from time to time. The domineering and imperious President of the Students’ Union Li Qingshi purposely made difficulties for him repeatedly. The stubborn and hardworking martial arts practitioner Chen Cong often challenged him in different ways.
 Just because of these extraordinary personalities around him, this young hero’s road of struggle looked so amazing…
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 This is the story of the traverser leading the rise of the small school. 
 There is no system for mortals to fight for hegemony in the fields.
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 “Welcome to the Punishment Zone, scums.”
 “Please tear the masks of pseudo-gods into pieces here.”
 “However, you must remember—the time for slaughter takes place only after sunset.”
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 “Li Qingshan, as the eldest disciple of the Ascension Sect, the prince of the Dayan Dynasty, was actually bewildered and let go of the Demon Sect Heavenly Concubine, do you know the guilt?” 
 “I would like to give up my status as a big disciple, be imprisoned in Siguoya, and wipe the forest of steles.” 
 “Yes, but you must abolish your cultivation base, smash your roots, and you must not go out for the rest of your life!” 
 Since then, Li Qingshan has been living in seclusion, thinking about crossing the cliff, wiping the forest of monuments, and actually activated his full-level comprehension. 
 [You watch carefully, stimulate your full-level comprehension, and realize the Dahe sword qi] 
 [You watch carefully, stimulate full-level comprehension, and comprehend triple sword strike] 
 [You watch carefully, stimulate full-level comprehension, and comprehend Fantian Yin] 
 Eighty years later, the Immortal Dao Golden List came, ranking the masters in the world, and Li Qingshan directly occupied the first place. 
 The list’s evaluation of him – the god of the world!
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 Zhou Donghuang, a man from the Earth, is able to destroy any planet in the universe without lifting a finger. His supreme will can sweep across the vast cosmos in the blink of an eye. And his immortal spirit can depart from his body and wander around the universe!
 In Kunlun Mountains lies a circular slate, which brought him back to one thousand years ago…
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 Video game streamer Jing Yu, momentarily misstepped, and found himself in a strange professional gaming team.
 Solo laner: Even if I have my eyes closed, asleep, dreaming, I can still kill you all!
 Mid laner: Retreat? Not going to happen. Even if I only have one drop of blood left, I’m going to kill you all!
 Marksman: Attack range advantage? I like to battle close-range! If you aren’t a coward then don’t run, let me kill you all!
 Support: Support? As if! Wait until I switch to an AD build, then I’m going to kill you all!
 Jing Yu: ……
 Jing Yu: All of you, retreat! I’ll be the one to kill them!
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 The world needs heroes! 
 So the barbarian came from Diablo to the Marvel Universe with Kanai’s Box and the Holy Mountain of Harrogath! 
 With the blood of a warrior in the left hand of Bulkesso, the solemn oath of Bourkesso in the right, with endless potions on his waist, I can’t think of how to lose! 
 Protecting the world is the duty of the Supreme Mage? Just kidding, you are also called a mage? 
 I think you have the talent of a barbarian, why don’t you try this weapon? 
 Becoming a barbarian is not difficult at all, as long as you can pass the trials of the Nephalem secret realm and gain the approval of the ancestors.
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 The young man on the earth who has traveled to the Locks era has become a Fruit of Mind powered person. Seeing him use the earth’s fantasy thinking to let the other gods of Hokage and the mirror flower of death gallop in the world of Pirates, becoming a generation of soul kings.
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 While the rest walk on the destined path, he alone treaded on the treacherous one; drowning in his own darkness. Pitch-black tongues of fire flickered in his heart, dancing on his fingertips; flames potent enough to burn away the light itself. Whenever his sword undressed from scabbard, it pierced through space and time. The sharp edge flaring golden and red, turning and twisting between the fragile fringes of good and evil. Immortal sects rise and fall with a mere gesture of his hands; songs of karma never cease playing… 
 Untouched by the allure of the mortal world, he cultivates the heavenly and eternal Dao, laying abandon to time in that timeless dimension. 
 Witness how he fought, fell, and rose again. 
 The saga of a man who forged his path to immortality, spirituality, and his ultimate attainment of the Great Enlightenment. 
 … 
 “When the four continents are overturned, I shall step into the Heavenly Realm of the Spirit Mountain and wield my weapon.” Standing atop the ten-thousand petal lotus platform, wearing a snow-white Buddhist robe, Ji Yuenian’s raven-black long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. He had a look of indifference as he gazed at the ethereal and vast Sacred Mount Meru, far away in the west. 
 Where individuals meet, regardless of Immortal or mortal, sit and recite the Yellow Court Classic. The story begins from one of the four continents.
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 Senju and Uchiha established Konoha, but they exterminated Konoha. The protagonist travels to the world of Naruto and is born into Uchiha. How can he find a way out for the race and how to survive in this chaotic world of Ninja?
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