Stinky Pig is chubby

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?"
An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.
I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.
Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.
Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. 
Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

I Can See Your Combat Power

"Sect Head, what do you think of allowing Left Hall Master to arrange the contenders for the tournament?" Clan Leader Tang Zhi asked Tang Sen.


Compared to Tang Luo's indifference, Tang Zhi preferred Tang Zuo's passion. Although he knew the vast gap between the clan's martial artists and the sons of Saint Lord, he hoped it wouldn't be taken for granted that they will lose without putting up a fight.


This was not just about profits, but also a demonstration for all the houses of Xiling; even if they were to lose, they must do so uniquely. That was his baseline requirement.


The First Head of the Martial Hall, Tang Sen, in his usual calm manner, replied: "I've no objections."


The world of the Grands only understood by themselves. Although he had never seen old Xu fight, more than a decade ago, in Yuanzhou he saw Xu Changfeng's tactics.


Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Strategy First