Chapter 66: We Need to Lose the Next Match

An auxiliary soldier nearby held a torch and ignited the fuse.

"Hiss—"

The sparks raced rapidly along the fuse toward the cannon breech.

"Boom—!!!"

A heaven-shattering explosion suddenly erupted.

The iron-wood cannon spat out a tongue of flame over a zhang long.

The explosive satchel tumbled through the air toward the array of straw dummies a hundred paces away, detonating mid-air with a loud bang.

In an instant, a dozen armored straw dummies were torn to shreds.

The flying iron fragments riddled the wooden boards dozens of paces away with countless holes.

Once he won the silver, he would trade for a large house. By then, wouldn't that woman surnamed Ye throw herself into his arms?

They had locked Jin Cangling away. He would either suffer relapses of his cold poison or refuse to eat and drink, even threatening that if he were to be kept locked up like this, he might as well just strangle himself.

When the auction ended, Wang Liutong immediately stepped forward to greet him, knowing that even if he sold himself into servitude, he might not be able to afford a single treasure from the auction.

Furthermore, this man had always been uninhibited in the past, reputed among outsiders as being full of murderous intent, hard-hearted, and slaughtering without blinking. If Emperor Jin were to offer substantial rewards once more to entice others to meddle as well, how could he alone resist so many people?

That pointed to another possibility: attempting to restrict my movement by using the sheer quantity of low-level skills. This was a common tactic for mages, after all; powerful skills held in reserve could not be casually released, as they were the finishing moves meant to deal the final blow to the enemy.

In an instant, the power in his hands was fiercely unleashed, and the arrow shot forth at high speed. Even without mobilizing the cultivation energy of his Qi Ocean, the pure physical strength alone propelled the arrow to an extreme velocity.

Upon hearing the name of Commander Ditnu, the guard, who had previously worn a completely expressionless face, actually spoke to me respectfully.

Guo Jia explained, "To the imperial court, the northern part of the Lion Country is merely an ordinary territory. Lacking any ports, it holds no special value."

He got up, puffed out his chest, and left the conference room, casting a fierce glare at Lu Ang as he passed him.

Although the Azure Fox King had anticipated that this battle would not be smooth sailing, he never expected that the enemy would give him such a harsh blow right at the very first clash.

Imhotep's eyes gleamed. Instead of pursuing the fleeing trio of Yang Chong, he slowly absorbed the essence from the remaining flesh and blood on the ground, further recovering a fraction of his withered tissues as he continued preparing the array on the ground.

"None, but if Brother Zhang were to go there, you might never want to come back," Liansheng said with a smile.

In the Ghost King's eyes, Du Meng and Li Xiangyang were as frail and fragile as children, utterly vulnerable! The Ghost King swiveled his body and stretched out his arms, his massive palms swinging like cattail-leaf fans. Crimson palm shadows struck against the wind, slamming heavily into the ten-thousand-resentment smoke pouches surrounding them.

After Fede finished his breakfast, Vittorio brought the letter to him.

There were quite a few others among the four major sects who had gone missing alongside Steward Xiao, except that these individuals usually kept a low profile and thus failed to attract much attention.

Therefore, Ye Feng directly pointed out this issue to prevent these people from truly coming to blows due to their mutual animosity.

Seeing Yang Hairou acting this way, Long Shaofeng could not help but feel even more strange and puzzled. Holding this sentiment, Long Shaofeng slowly turned around. In the process of turning, the first thing Long Shaofeng saw was the strange gazes of the surrounding people fixed upon him.

So-called rules: the house was merely built one foot higher than the ground, with wooden boards laid as flooring, and the courtyard walls neatly piled with stones. At this moment, Yang Chong stepped over the toppled stone wall, his gaze locked onto several peculiar spots within the courtyard.

It was precisely because of these damned characteristics of modeling clay that such tremendous distress was brought to the competitors.

For several consecutive days, Su Yunran would consistently support Liang Hezhen at a fixed time to go outside for a stroll and bask in the warm sunshine. Although his breathing was rapid and he was exhausted to the limit, as long as Su Yunran did not relent, he would grit his teeth and keep walking.