038. A Female Companion?

While Brand was busy with development in Branda, a diplomatic mission set out from Lava City, dragging their feet until they finally entered the Kingdom of Green. At the same time, they received a warning from Brand—a warning laced with unmistakable contempt.

Now, seeing that his team had survived the scare without their goal being breached by the Italians, he muttered under his breath. Then, snapping back to attention, he signaled for Marcos to send the ball far upfield, urging his players to seize the moment and attack while the Italians were still reeling from their missed opportunity.

At this, everyone exchanged uncertain glances. At the forefront, Hua Xin and Mi Heng’s faces twitched with unease. They had only just arrived, barely understood their own roles, and now were being forced to manage so many matters? Zheng Du, however, remained calm—he was already accustomed to such situations.

Kou Wanwei hurried to Deng Xingdong’s side, anxious to check his leg. By then, Deng Xingdong had already pulled the crossbow bolt from his thigh, torn off a strip of his pant leg, and tightly bound the wound. His entire right leg was stained a deep red.

If Lily were still here, at least she could help me understand your intentions—and convey mine to you as well. But she left so suddenly, without even a word of warning.

It wasn’t long before someone worthy of conversation appeared—a member of the demon race, high priest to a nascent deity. Upon seeing Zoya’s statue, his expression grew solemn. He approached with utmost reverence and bowed deeply before the effigy.

Duke E originally thought the King of Chu would take him to some secret corner of the palace, but to his surprise, he was simply taken straight to a carriage.

Fortune was with him; even in such a remote place, he managed to flag down a taxi and rode it into the city.

Startled, Brand raised his hand and lightly patted the spot—his palm fell unobstructed against his chest and abdomen, producing a soft sound. His connection with Huahua remained; the resonance of magic still pulsed between them, yet he could neither see nor touch her.

Qin Le was astonished to see Zhang Zhuoling holding her own against the two opponents—perhaps even gaining the upper hand.

“Chu Chu, do you have class this afternoon?” Gu Nanyan’s voice was listless, lacking any energy.

At first, she desperately wanted Mu Shaoqing to know the truth. But later, she realized it no longer mattered; she didn’t want to be entangled with them anymore, though fate rarely grants such wishes.

But if one wants to rally one faction against another, then one must create an opponent that appears formidable, yet is actually loose and uncoordinated. Thus Uchiha Deguang drew a circle on the paper, grouping together the Senju clan, the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, and the Academy faction.

When Neros saw Cain approach, he wasn’t surprised, but Tibu didn’t seem inclined to continue the conversation. Rising, he bid farewell to the two of them.

For the ever-resourceful Uchiha ninjas, facing a Magnet Release user, their flamboyant yet cost-effective ninja tool-throwing techniques were now rendered nearly obsolete.

The sword shattered because Li Ziran was multitasking during the fight—using his divine sense to analyze his opponent’s swordplay. The resulting instability in his spiritual energy, just a fraction too much, caused the so-called “treasured sword” he wielded to crumble into pieces.

A drifting blackness patrolled his body, but suddenly vanished—merging into Cain’s blood, blending with the crimson stream.

Su Jianxing gazed into her eyes and saw within them admiration, dependence—and a slightly disheveled reflection of himself.

Originally, Peter only intended to test the waters; turning the Sandman traitor was a backup plan that might well amount to nothing special.

Though Uchiha Sifang doubted the Hokage faction would dare challenge the might of the Uchiha, he did not reject Uchiha Deguang’s decree.

“No need, I’ve enough for a meal,” Ye Linghan smiled, politely refusing Xu Weidong’s offer—though a million or so was hardly a large sum to him.

Duan Mengqing knew that with Chen Xuan present, others had little hope of obtaining the Frost Crystal. Yet the Frost Crystal was a champion’s prize, and if she performed well in the upcoming trials, she could still earn substantial merit.

“Excellent, excellent—a fine young man! Congratulations, Chancellor Yan, on gaining such a son-in-law!” This was Li Huo’s first time meeting Xiao Yun, and he was genuinely impressed by the young talent. His gaze swept to Shi Jingtian, having heard that he’d once bested Tian Ci of the Nameless Academy in a duel. He wondered which of the two possessed greater martial prowess.

“Forward! Do not tarnish the Red Army’s honor!” roared a Red Army centurion, raising his saber and leading the charge, two thousand soldiers thundering behind him.

No one had time to marvel at Tian Ci’s mastery of water magic—the advanced Water Severance skill had deftly deflected the iron sword’s momentum. At that very moment, Tian Ci’s blade was less than a finger’s breadth from Xiao Yun’s heart. The control of the iron sword’s attack left Tian Ci no room to evade; blood was about to be spilled.

The river raged, dragons howled, and waves soared sky-high. As the surging waters crashed, they clashed with thunderous roars, and flashes of lightning split the heavens above the river’s course.