Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant - Chapter 640 - 402: The Second War Pet_2

As the Martial Arts Emperor, live-streaming superstar, and kung fu megastar, Wu Li says: 'Sanda, boxing, judo, Muay Thai, Jeet Kune Do, karate...whatever you practice, in the martial arts there are just two words: one horizontal, one vertical; if you do it right, you stand; if you do it wrong, you lie down.'......When Wu Li gains a martial arts system and discovers that live-streaming is the way to get stronger,【The number of live-stream viewers breaks through a hundred thousand, gaining a hundred thousand fan points】【Spend fan points to upgrade Baji Fist to master level】【Spend fan points to exchange for the passive skill 'Muscle Man'】......Wu Li: 'When the whole world is watching my live stream, I am the strongest man in the world!'

[Simulation] + [Isekai] + [Goblin] + [Harem]After a long sleep, I awakened in a new life—as a goblin. Weak and insignificant, I found myself reborn as the lowest creature in a world filled with hostility and danger. But from the shadows of this cruel world, a silent rise begins...

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

I belong to a good sect that has never turned its back on me for my poor potential, has never forced me to study martial arts, and even helped arrange a betrothal for me when I was young.