Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster! - Chapter 288 - 125: 60-Year-Old Girl_2

Chen Fan transmigrates to a Spiritual Qi-revived Martial Arts world and acquires a martial arts panel.Not only can it enhance the body, but it can also improve skill levels, unlock skill-specific traits, and continuously upgrade.Basic Archery Level 1, Traits: Strengthening the Body Level 1, Superhuman Arm Strength Level 1, Slow Fire Level 1Basic Archery Level 3, Traits: Strengthening the Body Level 3, Superhuman Arm Strength Level 3, Slow Fire Level 3, Mounted Archery Level 1Basic Archery Level 6, Traits: Strengthening the Body Level 6, Superhuman Arm Strength Level 6, Slow Fire Level 6, Mounted Archery Level 4, Rapid Fire Level 1From Basic Fist Technique, Basic Step Technique, to Tai Chi Fist, Xingyi Fist, Eight Trigrams Palm, and Yi Jin Jing...Step by step, he ascends toward the pinnacle of the world.

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending?

A guy became a brother of Iron man and got the ability to extract genes from anyone. Lets see how he changed the Marvel World

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?