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Martial Saint of Heaven
The day I transmigrated into the Taiping Army as a low-ranking soldier, I was so hungry I could barely see straight. When a Qing cavalryman swung his blade at me, I instinctively raised my fist to block it. Boom! The horse's head exploded. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals watching were dumbfounded. “This new guy... his fists hit harder than cannons?” From Jintian to Tianjing, my martial arts kept advancing by leaps and bounds. Bright Force, Bronze Skin: arrows clatter against me like rain. Hid
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The Pirates' Immortal Cultivation Simulator
He traveled through time and became a nobody in the world of martial arts. He was bound to the Pirate Commander system and signed into Chu Liuxiang's peerless light kung fu at the beginning. I wanted to keep a low profile and sneak around the world to check in, but the masters in the world always wanted to teach me how to be a good person. Sign in to the Devil's Cult Treasure House and gain a hundred years of internal power; sign in to the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion and gain the Supreme Swo
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The King of the World
The king of the world
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The Poisonous Consort: The God of War Prince Bows to Her
I transmigrated into the abandoned daughter of a marquis's household, and on my wedding night my husband tied me to the bedpost. > “You wretch, you're nothing but a stand-in bride.” He gripped my chin and sneered. >I snapped three of his ribs, then drove a hairpin into his carotid artery. >“Funny, I used to be an agent in my past life. I specialize in scumbags.” >The next day, everyone in the marquis's household knelt and begged for mercy. >I waved my round fan as they kowtowed. “My surname is X
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Thugs in Suits: Start by Smashing the Ships of the Great Powers
In the late autumn of 1905, Chen Xiao returned from overseas while walking on fallen leaves. At the dock of Tianjin Wei, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he smashed the shoulder blade of a foreign patrolman who oppressed the Chinese with one palm. >Guoshu is not just a show. "He chuckled, playing in ten martial arts gyms as if he was in a deserted place. The prince of the capital regards him as a thorn in his side, and the top swordsman of Japan's Black Dragon Society secretly watche
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