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Cultivating As A Side Character

In the world of the heavens, there are an elite few in history who transcend the word "genius." They rise through the ranks of cultivation with unparalleled speed, perform feats that defy common sense on a regular basis, and generally educate all who cross their path on just what it means for the difference between two cultivators to be as the difference between heaven and earth. This…is NOT their story. Xu Zuhui has never been considered a genius, or particularly talented, though no one would call him a failure either—no small feat in the cutthroat world of VRMMOs, the dominant form of entertainment on a dying Earth. Indeed, he is one of the lucky few to escape the terrible, ruined real world by uploading to a persistent virtual world based on the world of Cultivation. But though his new body and new life comes with substantial perks, he will soon discover there are substantial risks as well. He’s far from the only strong talent in this new world, and few such people are happy to welcome more into their ranks. In what was supposed to be a virtual world, Xu Zuhui will soon find that the stakes he’s fighting for are very real…and he’ll have to become very strong indeed to survive the events the real hero of this world will inevitably drag him into. Updates daily at 8 AM EST!

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Lo Kien's Fateful Duel

From watching the third round, it was clear that most of the weaker finalists already had their luck run out in the previous rounds. In spite of this, a couple of the remaining participants in the first half still steamrolled their matches. Lo Kien was in the 5th match. His opponent was good, in fact I thought his style was rather more efficient than Lo Kien's. Lo Kien impressed me more, though. His opponent scored a couple hits on him early on, but I noticed Lo Kien move just enough to lessen the potential effect on his ability to fight—a slash aimed at his elbow or shoulder joint impacted much less meaningfully on his upper arm, and he backed off the second hit to his chest so that it was more like a scratch.