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Coach Leonard furrowed his brows slightly. Normally, a coach emphasizes teamwork, so why was he encouraging more selfish play today? Xiao Yi was somewhat surprised and puzzled. Entrusting one’s fate to another was more terrifying than death itself. Yet, even if the youth in the blue robe did not entrust his fate to Xiao Yi, it seemed he was not in control of it either. Thinking this way, Xiao Yi felt it was only natural.

Su Lin ignored the incessant chattering buzzing around his ears, paid no heed to the murderous gazes fixed upon him, and cared even less about the rising temperature and increasingly tense atmosphere in the underground fighting arena.

The footsteps drew closer by a fraction. He forced himself to muster the last flicker of strength, his voice hoarse as he said, “Go. Both of you leave immediately. If you don’t, I will sever my meridians and die right before your eyes.”

Han Tao’s mind went blank, as if he had fallen into a pitch-black snow pit. He thought that if he were a deer deep in the mountains, he would never have seen through such a vast conspiracy and trap.

“Are you tired?” Since Yun Shu’s pregnancy, her figure had become fuller, but her features grew softer and more gentle. Leaning on Fang Huai’s shoulder, her voice was incredibly soothing, filled with tenderness.

Among the five, there were all shapes and sizes, including a fat man who sneered coldly as they passed a guard squad, releasing a swirl of emerald mist from the palm of his hand.

For a moment, the onlookers were terrified, not even daring to breathe. Gradually, even those unfamiliar with martial arts recognized the pattern—Water Condensation Smoke was deliberately toying with Duan Yihong, purposely leaving a flaw each time, only to neutralize his attacks when he struck.

The jeweler had just bought it back for a high price of twenty million. What was his cousin thinking? It was just a necklace; was it really worth all this fuss?

Lying on the sofa, Su Lin felt he must be the world’s most miserable landlord. Other landlords collected rent until their hands ached and spent the nights with women until dawn.

“The battlefield is ruthless. Please accept your grief and move on.” Han Shizhong offered weak consolation, his mood as low as could be due to the pain of losing his wife. After a brief moment of comfort, he handed the jade pendant that Fang Yu carried to her and then ordered the soldiers to carry her back to the manor.

Wang Jin saw a figure rushing toward Liu Zhengfeng—not far away, it was Qu Yang, unable to contain his feelings.

As the sound of pounding hearts grew louder, the crowd, which had been bowed with heads down, slowly lifted them.

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After speaking, he took Meiluke by the hand and stepped out of the tent, swiftly flying toward the encirclement of the Golden Lion using the eighth forbidden technique, Heavenly Song.

He could mostly guess Liu Yuanwai’s intentions. Although the Jin army was retreating, it was only temporary. The pitiful thing was that Emperor Huizong and Emperor Qinzong of Song remained oblivious, still indulging in pleasures.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the middle-aged man suddenly drew his sword. A flash of cold light appeared, his vision blurred, and with a crisp snap, the copper coin was split in two.

Before the pitch-black scene stood a slender figure cloaked entirely in black cloth, straightening his back to block the path.

The other party was stunned, and the others thought something had happened and hurried over. This was serious—were they about to fight? After battling the Crow Legion, Zhang Zhao and the others were no longer afraid of ordinary survivors.

“No way! The war drum doesn’t have the grandeur of the Chinese great drum! Go find one for me, and make sure it arrives in Rome before the competition. Europe is so vast—surely it’s not impossible!” Hugo rejected Costa’s suggestion.

The Beast Spirit Clan instantly became agitated, nearly everyone ready to rush out and drag the strange old man back.

As the system’s prompt ended, a thunderous scream shattered the noisy arena, instantly turning it into a deathly silent scene. However, the final words from that person sparked peals of laughter and mocking voices across the silent space.

“Only fifteen minutes for him? Isn’t that too rushed?” A-Biao was surprised by my words and spoke up.

At this moment, Xia Fan faced the opponent’s strongest strike, feeling the weight of killing intent and the overwhelming power of the technique.

“I don’t know. It’s just a feeling. That’s why I suggest bringing Da Chuan along, so nothing unexpected happens,” A-Biao shook his head at me, denying my guess.

These days, the Yun Ning Group had been in chaos; everyone lacked enthusiasm for work.

“Don’t ever do such a thing again, understand?” Old Zhang’s face was stern. When he had escorted the two to deliver the Chaos Mask earlier, he had been a completely different person.

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Duan Ran’s cultivation had improved, and the enhancement of the Heavenly Tribulation rose accordingly.

Every nerve was instantly taut. Chu Ze barely had time to turn before he flung the teacup backward.

Despite the force, the golden egg did not lift directly. Although it rocked much more violently than before, the moment the skill disappeared, the golden egg returned once again to its original groove.

Under his massive body’s collision, the venomous spider was knocked off the ground, its body lifted into the air, rendering its ultimate move unusable. This collision counted as an ordinary attack. How could the spider, already low on health, endure such a hit?

Because the place was large enough, land reclamation was no strenuous task for the few of them—they could easily cultivate a vast area.

Cao Bin was still staring blankly at Cao Jifeng. This man was now only burdened by the grief of losing his brother.

Originally wanting to quietly enjoy life as an ancient unmarried mother, why was it so restless everywhere? And now attracting harm—this was clearly no safe haven. The priority now was to leave as soon as possible.

Moreover, from now on, the Mu family’s medical and poisonous arts were forbidden for use and could no longer be passed down to the next generation.

The two were most proud of different things: Vegapunk for creating the Terminator, and Caesar for undoubtedly the artificial Zoan-type Devil Fruit.

Mu Dingsheng’s eyes flashed coldly with cruelty. Without a word, he launched a storm of attacks at Mu Qingli.

It turned out that when Huang Qing returned home, neither the front hall nor the back courtyard had the foster father. She hurriedly asked the servants about his whereabouts. They said Master Lin had been spending his days at the lady’s tomb, tending the weeds and planting flowers, and at night, he leaned against the tombstone to sleep. No one could persuade him otherwise.

Sugar, the mage on the platform, naturally stood at the rear as continuous thunderbolts rained down.