Episode 112: Chapter 2

Now, Lin Zhiyong was clearly furious, roaring at the thugs with a fierce and menacing expression.

It seemed that this illusionary hollow flower could only be broken by shattering its eight petals one by one, following the rotation direction of the Bagua.

In terms of swordsmanship, the two were truly evenly matched, like worthy opponents meeting at last, making it difficult to determine a victor. Both were at the early postnatal stage, with internal strength barely differing. Therefore, deciding a winner would be no easy task in a short time.

Zhao Zilong’s gaze turned cold; his spear moved like a swimming dragon, radiating a terrifying brilliance as it thrust straight at Medusa.

“This is the only way. I’m really troubling you, Mr. Chen,” Chu Licheng repeatedly apologized to Chen Feng.

Salson silently received Akrol’s telepathic message, but his expression darkened slightly by the end.

The wild enthusiasm of the youths present was likely because they recognized her identity, which explained their frenzied gathering.

This was a presidential suite, with an entire wall made of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the interior was luxuriously decorated.

“External martial arts?” Xie Wuji was slightly taken aback. Being quite young, he knew little about martial arts and could hardly distinguish between internal and external techniques.

As Rhinefield approached the Meijisi Academy’s battle platform, the fierce contest in the arena below had already begun, but the Meijisi crowd remained, indicating it was not yet their turn.

Mu Qianxun sighed inwardly. Her poisoning was entirely feigned; though it appeared severe before, it was all an illusion.

Xing Feng wanted to apologize but was tongue-tied, unable to utter a word as he gazed upon the delicate silhouette of the veiled Red Sleeve.

Mu Qianxun pondered this matter day and night. From Grandma Mu and Mu Xi, she had gleaned much about Xia Wan’ning’s life before her death.

Tian Xuan’s voice choked, his eyes turning blood red. At that moment, the prison cage whooshed and flew before the elder.

However, just as Wang Kai made this series of moves, Hammer Stone reacted simultaneously.

Although he wished he could shoot Qin Fan dead with one shot, he dared not fire. Once the shot rang out, whether or not Qin Fan died, he would surely suffer great misfortune.

Imperial soldiers underwent rigorous training, with strict protocols for subjects and operations, regardless of rank. Yet, there was no training on how to counter a night raid—an oversight and lesson for the royal army.

Many internal martial arts masters in the national martial arts community possessed keen danger perception; if someone aimed a gun at them, the hairs on their body would immediately stand on end.

The distance to obtaining frontline team certification was closing, with only three or four days remaining.

Ye Feng then issued orders. Sha Zhan, Bang Sanniang, and others, curious about Ye Feng’s intentions, began mobilizing their eleven thousand troops to carry out tasks.

I thought for a moment—if I wanted their trust, I should proactively show them my phone. That way, the game would end sooner.

The crucial issue was that the base was bombed late at night while most were asleep, resulting in over 300 deaths outright. The survivors were all injured to varying degrees. The Tian Shi mercenary group lost one-third of its manpower and was temporarily combat ineffective.

“But we can’t return the way we came. If I’m right, this Battle Star Soul probably set an ambush on our original route. So, I think we should choose a different path,” Cang Yueyan suddenly said.

With a loud “boom,” Landodo’s spaceship crashed heavily at the mountain’s foot. Meanwhile, Dingdang and Dingdong’s ships also landed, and the two hurriedly disembarked. “Interstellar elves, how are you?” Dingdang and Dingdong entered Landodo’s ship to find everyone lying haphazardly on the ground.

After falling from the sky, Liu Fan’s health bar was reduced to critical. At that moment, a poison zone attacked from behind and bullets pinned him from the front—escape was impossible.

Never before had the family head Wuteng Jingzi shown such a loss of composure. The young clan member kneeling on the ground trembled so violently that even his speech was shaky.

The phone kept vibrating. I thought I should answer it—this way I could get help and also have a light to see by.

Especially considering Kirovgrad Star Club had two away goals, if Wasland Befren Club wanted to overturn the match, they needed to score three goals in the remaining ten minutes—a near impossible task.

The players of Wasland Befren Club did not want to be sent off with a yellow card; they only aimed to bring the defensive wall closer and then stall for time.

“Brother, why do you have time to visit my company today? Aren’t you busy?” Qin Heng saw a familiar figure after stepping out of the elevator.

The father and son of the Xie family turned from shock to fear upon seeing us emerge from the shadows into the light.

Wu Gang raised his head and looked at Ling Yefeng, his gaze full of determination and resolve. He wanted to be with her—forever.

Han Zhenhan’s carriage arrived first. At the entrance to the camp of over twenty thousand, the sentries immediately stopped Han Zhenhan’s carriage. The blockers were none other than Brotherhood members. However, Han Zhenhan surely did not recognize so many people, as he had never met even all of the two thousand or so members.

Ai Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth in anger. She hadn’t dared to tear at him before, fearing his old wrist injury might worsen, which only made him bolder and more reckless.

We were fine. He would occasionally call to check on his parents or sometimes return to visit.

“Hmph, that cookbook was long taken by King Zhao. Otherwise, how could your junior sister have made it to the final round?” Lu Wu thought as he received the news from below.

Drunk people were indeed more obedient. Lin Jiajia sluggishly pulled out her phone, first dialing Lu Pan’s number. Receiving no answer, she browsed her contacts and tapped the number labeled “Brother.”

“Ugh!” Mrs. Ma spat at Ai Yonggui. Because of the movement, the veil on her face fell off, revealing a swollen nose.

I roughly guessed he was doing this just to show Ye Feiqing? Seeing him behave like this, I was puzzled. What exactly was Ye Shaohong thinking? It seemed like a deliberate act to make others jealous.

On TV, the scenes always showed boxes opening to unleash several poisoned darts, deadly upon contact; or poison that killed instantly.

So, as Chen Shuyi began eating, intending to chat leisurely with Qin Mo, she noticed that Qin Mo ate with complete focus. This made her hesitant to say much.

At the foot of the mountain, at the east end of Wutong Village, two midwives cloaked in straw raincoats followed Qin Shilei into the courtyard, slipping with each step—one after the other.