“A lowly wretch who serves tea in a brothel thinks he’s fit to enter the marriage tournament for this city’s peerless young ladies?”
Zhang Yang listened to the crowd roar with laughter, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
A modern office drone, he transmigrated and became the brothel’s head tea server. Getting beaten and cursed at by the madam was routine; being toyed with by the powerful was his daily lesson. His lot from the start was worse than mud.
Determined to tear off this humiliating identity, he charged into the marriage tournament for the city’s peerless young ladies. But he never expected that the tournament was really a deadly ambush aimed at wiping out the young lady’s family.
The moment a blade was held to his throat, the last trace of fear in Zhang Yang’s eyes blazed into fury:
“No connections? Then I’ll be my own backing!”
“Feeble inner strength? The scars from all those beatings have already forged me into iron!”
“Enemies everywhere? Perfect. I’ll pave my road to triumph with their blood!”
From a desperate fugitive in a brothel’s back courtyard, to a dark horse stirring up the world, to a murderous fiend who makes the martial world tremble, every time Zhang Yang draws his blade, blood sprays across the sky. When Miss Su tosses him the embroidered ball, he sneers, standing atop his enemies’ corpses:
“I’ll take the ball, but anyone who wants to lay a hand on my people will have to answer to my blade first! It’s time I changed the rules of this world!”
“How dare a lowly commoner kill a ‘god’?”
“Then I’ll kill until you recognize me as one!”
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