Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher!
With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated.
In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent.
Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life.
Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

The Peerless Emperor

When the red glow halted, the combatant list immediately changed, and the portraits of Lin Qian and Zhang Li floated out, their realms also began to be compared.


Lin Qian, Sky Breaking Realm Sixth Level.


Zhang Li, Sky Breaking Realm Sky Crossing Stage.


Once the realms of both parties appeared, many people shook their heads in amusement, feeling that there was no suspense this time.


Even some took delight in the Eastern Division Clan's misfortune, saying that it was bad enough having a Human Clan ally with a lower realm.


To start off against someone from a minor clan, if it had been someone from the Eight-Armed Sea Clan, perhaps they could have lasted a few more rounds, which would have looked better at least.


"It's my turn!" Seeing it was his turn, Lin Qian rose and swam towards the direction of the arena space from the spectator stand.


Chapter 210 Zhang Zide