Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 493 Whoever Wants to Be Emperor Can Be Emperor: The Finals of the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament

According to custom, the first thing a warlord does after conquering a new city is to massacre the city to establish his authority, or at the very least, to seize grain and conscript men.

This great porridge country not only didn't steal it, but actually sent it out?
"It's a trap!" Manager Zhao of the teahouse grabbed the waiter who was about to step forward. "They're definitely trying to lure us out so they can catch us all in one fell swoop!"

As if confirming his guess, heavy footsteps suddenly came from the back of the group.

The people were horrified to see a dozen or so burly men, as tall as iron towers, carrying a giant pot with eerie flames dancing at the bottom.

"They're going to boil people!" someone screamed, and the whole street instantly erupted in chaos.

Wang San watched helplessly as Widow Li across the street twisted her ankle while trying to escape through the window, yet still dragged her broken leg deeper into the alley.

"Wait a minute!"

Wang San looked up and saw a young man in white robes floating in mid-air, his body wrapped in blue-purple lightning.

"I am Fang Yu." The young man's voice was not loud but clearly reached everyone's ears. "From this day forward, all the people in Luoyang City are subjects of my Great Porridge Kingdom." He waved his hand lightly, and a waterfall of white porridge suddenly gushed out from the giant pot, precisely filling every empty water vat on the street.

"This..." Wang San watched as the water vat in his yard was transformed into a porridge vat in the blink of an eye, the aroma of rice making his tongue tremble.

Even more astonishingly, the white-robed immortal suddenly pointed to the south of the city: "The government office has been converted into a soup kitchen, and the stoves are opened every day at dawn, so you can eat your fill!"

The little granddaughter, who had been hiding in the woodpile, suddenly popped out, her dirty little finger pointing to the sky: "Grandpa, look!"

Large green characters appeared in the sky!

The first law of the Great Congee Kingdom: Those who eat congee shall not be killed!

The word "Second Article" changes according to the green light's energy.

Those who bully the common people will be struck down by lightning!

Finally, a bolt of lightning struck the bronze bell at the entrance of the government office, knocking off the plaque in front of the gate, which was replaced by three large characters!
[All-you-can-eat Hall]

The entire city of Luoyang was completely silent.

Suddenly, with a "thump," Zhao, the tea shop owner, knelt down in front of the porridge vat, his trembling hands scooping up a handful of hot porridge.

The moment the grains of rice touched his tongue, the old man, who had heard the rumors of three massacres, suddenly burst into tears: "It's real porridge! It's real porridge!"

This statement was like a dam breaking; the entire street of people instantly surged toward the wooden cart carrying steamed rice.

Some people ate while crying, while others held their bowls and kowtowed in the direction Fang Yu had left.

I don't know when the rain stopped.

The setting sun pierced through the clouds, illuminating the porridge stains that covered the city with a shimmering golden light.
Inside the temporary palace in the north of the city, Sun Qian was reporting: "As instructed by the immortal master, the number of registered residents of Luoyang has exceeded ten thousand households, which is much more than when Emperor Ling of Han moved the capital."

Jia Xu added ominously, "Scouts report that a 'porridge tax' is being forcibly levied in Chang'an, and people are fleeing eastward every day."

Fang Yu stood by the window, gazing at the scattered wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys in the distance. He suddenly chuckled, "Do you think if I chased after Emperor Ling of Han with porridge, he might find a crooked tree to hang himself?"

Jia Xu shook his head: "You overestimate him."

Fang Yu strode into the Golden Palace, Jia Xu trailing half a step behind, his sinister gaze sweeping over the still-wet bloodstains on the palace pillars.

Fang Yu walked towards the dragon throne, when Sun Qian suddenly grabbed Fang Yu's sleeve: "Immortal Master! The dragon throne belongs to the Son of Heaven."

Before he could finish speaking, Bo Cai knelt down with a thud, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Jia Xu suddenly chuckled, "Your humble servant respectfully welcomes Your Majesty's ascension to the throne!"

Under the watchful eyes of the three, Fang Yu walked to the dragon throne and raised his leg.
"Snapped!"

The resounding crash of Fang Yu kicking over the dragon throne echoed through the empty palace, scattering gilded fragments everywhere! Everyone was stunned!

What's going on?

Fine, then don't go ahead and ascend the throne.

Why are you taking it apart?
He spat and cursed angrily, "Listen up."

Fang Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and distinct.

"Damn the hereditary system! Damn the one-man rule!" He turned to face the three stunned men. "You think I'm going to be emperor? Wrong!" He stomped on the armrest of the dragon throne, shattering it. "I'm going to smash this man-eating golden cage!"

As for the claim of having a harem of three thousand beauties...
joke!

Why would a porridge immortal like him need to become an emperor and have a harem of beauties?

How exciting would it be to directly abduct women!

The feather fan in Jia Xu's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and the cunning strategist's lips trembled as he asked, "Immortal Master, what do you want?"

"Listen!" Fang Yu's voice boomed like thunder. "From this day forward, kneeling is abolished! Government offices will be renamed 'Halls of Plenty of Food,' and officials will be called 'Porridge Keepers'!" He grabbed a half-broken dragon throne. "Anyone who dares to perform the three kneelings and nine kowtows again..." The broken piece vaporized into wisps of smoke in the lightning. "This is their fate!"

Bo Cai suddenly drew his flamethrower and pierced through a palace pillar: "This humble general is willing to be the vanguard! Burn down all the government offices in the world!"

"Burn my ass! What I want is for the people to stand up for themselves!"

He flicked his sleeve and pointed outside the city, "See those people bending over to plant rice seedlings? Their backs have been bent for thousands of years, it's time to straighten them up!"

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The atmosphere at the martial arts tournament was extremely tense. Cheers rose and fell from the stands, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the fierce semi-final showdown.

First up are Krillin and Tien Shinhan.

Krillin stood on the ring, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Facing Tien Shinhan's three murderous eyes, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

"The match begins!" the referee in a suit announced loudly.

Tien Shinhan smirked, giving Krillin no chance to react, and instantly closed in!

"boom!"

A heavy punch slammed into Krillin's abdomen. Krillin groaned, his body arched like a shrimp, and his feet left the ground. He was almost blasted off the stage by the punch!
"Cough cough cough!" Klin clutched his stomach, staggered backward, and turned pale.

Tien Shinhan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Giving him no chance to breathe, he pounced on him again, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks like a storm!

Krillin managed to parry, but the difference in strength was too great. After only a few rounds, he was sent flying by Tien Shinhan's knee strike, crashing heavily to the edge of the ring, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

"I give up! I surrender! The gap is too big, hehe." Klin raised his hand with difficulty, signaling to the referee that he was surrendering.

However, Tien Shinhan ignored him and conjured a dazzling ball of energy at his fingertips!
"Die!" Tien Shinhan grinned maliciously and shot at Krillin, who had already surrendered, without hesitation!

"Stop!" the referee shouted, but it was too late to stop it.

At the critical moment, a golden figure suddenly appeared in front of Krillin and with a wave of his hand, forcefully deflected the energy of the Dot Wave!

"Boom—!" An energy wave exploded at the edge of the arena, sending debris flying and dust billowing up.

Once the smoke cleared, everyone could finally see clearly!

Fang Yu was standing in front of Krillin, his golden eyes coldly staring at Tien Shinhan.

"Yu?" Krillin, still shaken, said gratefully, "Thank you!"

Fang Yu's gaze remained fixed on Tien Shinhan, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Tianjin Fan was furious and roared at Fang Yu, "I hope you make it to the finals, then I will kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu lazily picked at his ear, then looked up at the sky and feigned surprise, saying, "That's strange, why are all the cows flying in the sky?"

The audience burst into laughter, and Tien Shinhan's face turned ashen, his three eyes practically spitting fire.

"you!"

"Tien Shinhan!" Master Shen's somber voice came from the sidelines. "Don't get provoked. Save your energy for the final!"

Tien Shinhan snorted coldly, turned and left, not forgetting to throw down a harsh threat before he went: "See you in the finals, I'll show you what true despair is!"

Fang Yu shrugged and turned to Klin, saying, "Let's go, it's my turn."

Klin nodded, clutching his chest as he stepped off the ring, still shaken.

Next game!
The Turtle Hermit School's internal war!
General Yu VS Sun Wukong!
(End of this chapter)