Demonic Monsters Descend Upon the World

The Reincarnation Simulator's reward was a first-prize lottery ticket.

Though the stability wasn't 100%, dropping from first prize to second prize was still quite intriguing.

"Lin Chao, what are you looking at?"

"A lottery ticket? That scam stuff. I heard the big prizes are all rigged. Buying this is just throwing money away."

"Holy shit? You won... second prize!"

"Treat us, you've gotta treat us!"

After treating Chen Longxuan and Zhang Yiming to a meal, Lin Chao cashed in the lottery's second prize of seven hundred thousand.

This redemption could be done online, though it required paying a hefty tax.

Seeing the Great Xia currency balance on his phone, Lin Chao smiled.

"I guess I'm someone who's paid taxes and contributed to the country now."

Back in his room.

Lin Chao called his parents.

"Dad, I sent you some money. I won it from a lottery ticket, second prize."

"It's really a lottery win, second prize. I'll screenshot it for you later."

"Dad, you and Mom are getting older. You don't need to work so hard anymore."

"Mom, don't just save that money. Saving it for me to find a wife? That's still far off."

After chatting with his parents for a while, Lin Chao hung up.

It was about what he expected.

Even if he sent back a few hundred thousand, it wouldn't improve his parents' quality of life much.

Some parents, influenced by spending habits and certain emotions, always think about saving money for their children's future.

Of course, some parents aren't fit to be parents at all.

"I'll just buy some things for Mom and Dad instead."

Lin Chao thought for a moment and opened a shopping site.

Sending cash directly—older folks sometimes don't want to spend it.

Buying things, though, avoids that problem.

Staring into the dark night, Lin Chao closed his eyes and thought about many things.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he took out the Spirit Pearl.

"Huh?" Lin Chao felt that the Spirit Pearl seemed to have undergone some change.

A presence similar to anomaly was stirring back to life.

Lin Chao's gaze turned deep.

"The Bronze King..."

It seemed it wouldn't be long before that so-called Bronze King descended upon this world.

Of course, it might not happen either.

After all, over a thousand years, any accident could occur.

What if the Bronze King's wife cuckolded him and killed him with her lover?

Anything was possible.

Meanwhile, at the Three Extremes Martial Hall.

Zhao Xiaoyi was practicing the Three Extremes Spirit Fist.

Beside her, Xiao Rou's injuries had mostly healed.

She watched Zhao Xiaoyi, a strange look in her eyes: "Is that the Three Extremes Spirit Fist I taught you? It feels a bit different."

The Three Extremes Spirit Fist Zhao Xiaoyi used had subtle differences from her own.

"Does it?" Zhao Xiaoyi replied casually.

Just some minor differences, nothing significant.

"Sister Xiao Rou, I feel like I've pretty much mastered it now. Can I graduate?"

Zhao Xiaoyi was eager to try.

Recently, while practicing the Three Extremes Spirit Fist, she had a peculiar sensation—as if her body was warm and filled with power.

This made her a little excited. Could she be a once-in-a-lifetime martial arts prodigy?

The Three Extremes Spirit Fist that the Three Extremes Sect couldn't cultivate—she had managed to bring it out?

Everyone believes they are unique.

From that person's perspective, they truly are the most special.

He lives, and the world lives.

He dies, and the world dies.

Xiao Rou smiled, her burly frame stepping on the floor with a creaking sound.

"Take a swing at my chest." Xiao Rou patted her own chest.

Her height and build stood in stark contrast to Zhao Xiaoyi's.

In ordinary martial arts competition circles, there were weight classes.

In the traditional martial arts circle, there were no weight classes.

But in this world, big meant strong, and heavy meant powerful.

Of course, in traditional martial arts, technique was also crucial.

Whether it was physique, physical condition, or technique, Xiao Rou had no fear of Zhao Xiaoyi's punch.

"Then you'd better be careful." A fighting spirit rose on Zhao Xiaoyi's face.

She naturally knew the gap between herself and Xiao Rou.

Three Extremes Spirit Fist!

She instantly executed this fist technique, striking Xiao Rou's chest.

Thump!

Xiao Rou's expression froze for a moment, and her massive body took half a step back.

She looked at Zhao Xiaoyi: "What's going on?"

How was this possible?

Zhao Xiaoyi's strength shouldn't have been able to budge her at all.

Could it be... that Zhao Xiaoyi had truly mastered the Three Extremes Spirit Fist?

But according to the records, the Three Extremes Spirit Fist didn't manifest like this.

She was utterly bewildered.

Beside her, Zhao Xiaoyi was also stunned: "I didn't even know I was this strong!"

Could it be... that what Xiaoyi executed was the correct version of the Three Extremes Spirit Fist?

A thought struck Xiao Rou, and she immediately asked, grabbing Zhao Xiaoyi's shoulders: "Xiaoyi, why is your Three Extremes Spirit Fist different from mine?"

After thinking it over, Zhao Xiaoyi answered honestly.

"I demonstrated the Three Extremes Spirit Fist for Brother Lin Chao once, and he hit it back at me. But since it was my first time learning, there might have been mistakes.

I felt it had some flow to it, so I followed Brother Lin Chao's method instead."

"Lin Chao?" Xiao Rou was slightly taken aback.

The Three Extremes Spirit Fist wasn't exactly a secret.

After all, this technique was only legendary in its power.

Many in the traditional martial arts circle knew how to execute this fist art; it wasn't considered a hidden skill.

So Xiao Rou hadn't told Zhao Xiaoyi not to show it to others.

After all, fist techniques were meant to be used.

Hearing that Zhao Xiaoyi had demonstrated the Three Extremes Spirit Fist to Lin Chao, Xiao Rou didn't think much of it.

"Him?" Xiao Rou recalled Lin Chao.

For some reason, every time she saw Lin Chao, she felt an inexplicable fondness.

"He's just an ordinary person. Could it be a coincidence?"

Xiao Rou fell into thought.

"No."

Suddenly, Xiao Rou remembered something recorded in the ancestral texts.

Her expression shifted slightly.

She quickly executed the Three Extremes Spirit Fist.

The ordinary Three Extremes Spirit Fist, different from Zhao Xiaoyi's version.

Instantly, she felt that this execution was unlike before.

In the past, it was just a flashy facade, not even comparable to a wild flailing of random punches.

But now, at least there was some semblance of rhythm.

"The world changes abruptly, and Demonic Monsters descend?"

Xiao Rou immediately recalled the records in the ancestral texts.

That ancestral text was written by one of the founding patriarchs of the Three Extremes Sect, who was also the creator of the Three Extremes Spirit Fist.

She had once mentioned that when the Three Extremes Spirit Fist once again displayed its former glory, the world would suddenly change, and Demonic Monsters would descend.

Xiao Rou's heart trembled.

She suppressed the shock within her. "It probably has nothing to do with your Brother Lin Chao. It's just that this technique... now seems possible to train."

Could it be... that beyond the inherited martial arts, there truly existed a higher realm?

Xiao Rou's emotions churned in a tangled mess.

Zhao Xiaoyi looked at Xiao Rou, slightly stunned, unsure of what to say.

Beside her, Xiao Rou thought of something and asked, "Xiaoyi, is there a rumor online that Heize single-handedly held off ten thousand and killed the Wolf Guard?"

Zhao Xiaoyi quickly replied, "That's definitely nonsense. Even Sister Xiaorou couldn't do it, so how could Heize?"

"What if... he really could?" Xiao Rou recalled the Three Extremes Spirit Fist and the records in the ancestral texts.

If such a Three Extremes Spirit Fist truly existed, then Heize being no ordinary man wouldn't be hard to understand.

Of course, this was just Xiao Rou's wild speculation.

The real outcome would depend on what happened next.

For the first time, Xiao Rou developed a genuine, deep interest in that Heize.