Monster (20)

The expression on Peng Yun’s face changed dramatically. He knew that Si Cheng was one of the humans invited by the Giant Wolf Clan, and in fact, he had previously been his target for assassination.
“Heh, how does it feel? The hope you destroyed with your own hands—such an experience must be most exquisite!” Lü Ying laughed softly, everything unfolding exactly as planned, not a single detail out of place.
Special forces soldiers are shaped by years of rigorous training; what they master is not so much the skills for living, but the skills for killing. The men before him were precisely such experts, and after retiring, they might be drawn in by various powers.
To sustain such numbers behind enemy lines, fully equipped, is a testament to their ability to fight tough battles. Survival of the fittest is the eternal law of the battlefield; to thrive amid enemies shows just how exceptional they are.
Meanwhile, the city’s onlookers were thrown into chaos, a boiling pot, as the surging energy, lacking a release, continued to spread ever further.
At dawn the next day, all competitors were ordered to return to the imperial capital. Along the way, speculation abounded about Arman, but one fact stood: Arman had been so badly injured in his fall that he was paralyzed on one side, and the academy’s doctors confirmed he was almost impossible to cure.
Within the classroom, the largest group had formed at the second-to-last desk on the right side—more than eight students crowded together. Compared to other groups of three or four, this one stood out conspicuously.
“Did Wang Ying betray himself today?” Otherwise, why would such a situation arise? Clearly, thorough preparations had been made.
He endured a powerful shockwave, which left him seriously injured, blood pouring from his mouth.
With a thunderous roar, the five were no ordinary men; apart from two consummate Death Profound martial artists who coughed blood and retreated, the other three Wheel Fusion martial artists merely stepped back a thousand feet.

Bang… The rock Ling Lan hurled at the Rabbit Wasp sounded as though it struck steel. The Rabbit Wasp turned around, only to see Ling Lan making a face at him. Dropping his busy work, the Rabbit Wasp chased after her.
“Master Yuan, what do you mean?” After a month spent with Ah Jiu, Li Shouye had begun to understand her temperament. Though kind-hearted—she’d even let him share in the bounty of Yuanxiang’s shop—she was never weak. Should someone provoke her, that person would have to fend for themselves.
Qin Zheng continued, “The Witch and Demon clans, in their decline, banded together. Inevitably, intimacy arose between the two, giving birth to a hybrid clan—possessing demon blood, with the foresight and innate abilities of great witches.”
Above the sky, over the original Clear Moon Manor, the energies from below had drawn forth an enormous vortex of dark qi.
“I thought you could save Luo Shi last time, but it seems it was not to be,” Li Chong shook his head.
Those busybodies now lacked the courage to interfere, so Jiusha cared little if others saw his actions. What concerned him was his reputation: in front of so many, a level 65 powerhouse unable to best a level 50 adversary—this would surely damage his standing.
Beibei wholeheartedly agreed with Luo Yi’s suggestion, for only Luo Yi’s half-moon design was worth seeing. In Beibei’s eyes, the half-moon events of this world were utterly unlovable.
After all, finding a support with so many auxiliary skills, level 49, and willing to join a pickup group was nearly impossible.
The medicinal avatar contained a trace of innate fire spirit power, found only deep within the earth veins of Never-Night City. Since Elder Mu himself had directed the affairs at the Steward Hall of Never-Night City, he must have intended to use that trace as bait for the fire spirit.
During the marches, though it was hard, Liang Nanzhu would always wait by her bedside at dawn. In those days, every morning as she opened her eyes, she would see him.

“Sharpen the knives for the turtle, one slice and not a mark left!” The third fatty laughed; for him, cooking was a pleasure in itself.
Before he could get out and walk around the car, she had already unfastened her seatbelt and stepped out. Seeing her deliberate distance, Nan Xiuyue simply smiled and said nothing more.
“Cough, cough! Sorry! I have too little elemental force left, couldn’t control it properly! Here’s the antidote, your mechanical battle armor has been cleared of poison. Just rinse it with water when you get the chance, and it’ll be fine!” Guo Zhiyong, seeing Maxime dodge aside, looked embarrassed.
“I’m about to descend the mountain to visit friends—perhaps a few days, perhaps a month. You two stay here and train diligently, no slacking!” With those words, Tianji departed without delay, soaring down the mountain like a crane, elegant as ever.
Meanwhile, Huo Xi, flushed with shame and anger, hung up on Shangguan Jingshi. She washed her face in the bathroom to lessen the redness, then went to Principal Bai’s room next door.
“I haven’t turned into a demon! Once I restore your sight, you’ll see for yourself! Wait a moment, I’ll call the Immortal Physician to help replace your eyes!” Qianji spoke gently to Jiang Shan’s doubts.
Jiang Shan frowned at Ouyang Kaitian, uncertain whether his claim of at least three sword strikes was a bluff.
“No need, I can perform now!” Lin Feng put away the script, brimming with confidence. With his newfound talent for acting, much came naturally; he could use the script to deduce a character’s emotions and behavior.