While Others are Leveling Up, I Alone Will Cultivate Until Mahayana Before Making My Move - Chapter 1243 - 434: Surge in Strength, Purging the Endless Abyss!

The overbearing top-notch beauty CEO wife turned out to be the terrifying and formidable War King!!A voice rose in Wu Jie's mind.Ding![Host becomes familiar with the system rules, sparking the first task: Earn a hundred thousand energy points within a week][Task Reward: One hundred thousand bonus points, unlocking the shop, one lottery draw][Failure Punishment: Clear all the host's bank savings]...“Damn it, I'm going all in!”“If I win, I'll get the beauties; if I lose, I'll work my hands to the bone! What's there to be afraid of with such a small task? I'll take it!!”

An Apocalypse descends—as a lethal super-virus wipes out most of the human population. It took less than a day for the world to change forever—bringing mankind to its knees.It’s a time of misery and death for most, however, there are some who are lucky. Zane Graves, who came across a “Blood Crystal” is given an ability: [Dead Man Walking]—which grants him a special power, and so setting him off on his path to the top!

The 35th Test Platoon of Antimagic academy, they’re one of squads enrolled at academy specializing in raising the witch hunters, whose job is to find and neutralize any magical threats!

Unfortunately there’s a group of failures nicknamed “Small Fry Platoon”, a platoon formed from bunch of self-centered people who can’t cooperate and have personality problems.

Will they manage to overcome their weaknesses and shine as the strongest platoon?

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.