Volume One, Chapter 37: Mo Xingyuan, You’ve Lost Weight

Just as Cen Peng was about to argue his case, he was stunned. He hadn’t expected the other party to be so unyielding, leaving him not a shred of leeway. But he also knew that if the other side truly made up their mind, their word was as good as law. So, after casting a resentful glance at Xu Yun, he turned and left.

“That’s true. So, what do you think? Why don’t you join us for some leveling up? We can discuss things as we go,” suggested All-Heavens.

A basic yet powerful hero skill—an incredibly precious one—had made Xu Yun’s refusal falter on his lips.

After enduring a third round of ranged attacks from the Cyclops King, the Radiant Dawn Cavalry finally crashed into the ranks of the sixth-tier Diamond Men ahead.

A gust of wind swept by, carrying with it an endless chill. A heart full of sorrow seemed to flow aimlessly with the stream at that moment, unsure of where it would finally come to rest. Yu Churong’s eyes grew blurred once more.

“That’s right, Hao Asakura carried this same aura!” Feng Xue’s eyes lit up suddenly. She swiftly opened her dimensional pouch and took out a clay pot and a wooden box, sealed together with golden string and talismans.

All the creatures within were mechanical; the entire city operated with a high degree of mechanization—so advanced it bordered on the unimaginable.

In short, the residents here would neither cling to you for your status nor trample you for your misfortune. They treated everyone equally, with justice and fairness, radiating a steady stream of positive energy.

The ground beneath the cavalry’s hooves was as soft as cheese, yet under nearly a ton of weight, the earth became packed and solid, as though pressed by countless machines.

Now, everything felt closer to nature—giant beasts galloped through the forest, trampling a new road as they went.

“Order the troops—prepare to enter the city and sweep out the invaders!” After shattering the enemy’s morale and leaving them utterly crushed, Huang Degong finally prepared to lead his forces into the city for the final, fatal assault that would wipe them out for good.

Not only was Duncan unstoppable, but Ginobili was the same—playing as if possessed from the very start.

America was rich and unrestrained, firing thousands of heavy-caliber shells at the Storm Battleship in one furious barrage.

“What are you doing!” the guard cried out in alarm, struggling to break free, but the weapon in his grasp was like iron in Xiao Cheng’s hand—utterly immovable—leaving him in shock.

“Commander Wu, I’ll leave the defense of Liangshan and the surrounding cities in your hands,” Zhou Cao said with a smile to the commander of the garrison.

As for cruiser-class starships, he planned to wait until after eliminating Li Yier to build them. Resources were tight, and cruisers were much more complex to produce than frigates or destroyers. With current capabilities, they would consume too many resources—it simply wasn’t worthwhile yet.

A wise man avoids danger, yet Zhao Hao wished to be a hero, admired by thousands. To achieve this, he had to brave the heart of peril, for only with elite troops could the journey’s safety be assured.

General Lü spoke eloquently, and Zhao Hao listened intently, for the general’s words echoed his own thoughts—their larger strategies aligned perfectly.

“Oh! O’Neal dribbling between his legs—let’s see if he can get past Artest!” Zhang Weiping exclaimed in surprise, then laughed, for O’Neal’s massive frame made his dribbling look comically awkward.

This was a thunderbolt capable of destroying everything, yet Sun Wukong bore it head-on, enduring the strike without flinching.

Their holy magic, once unleashed, packed formidable offensive and defensive power. However, it required time to cast, making them most vulnerable to enemies who drew near or sensed their magical aura.

Feeling Zhiyue’s warmth, Zhang Yang’s mind wandered yet again. He didn’t understand why he hadn’t been forced offline by now, given the circumstances.

Tang Qingyi didn’t even glance at the wound on his chest, instead turning his head ever so slightly toward Qi Kexue. Even this small movement made sweat bead all over Tang Qingyi’s body from the pain.

Ten minutes later, when the three-hundred-thousand-ton civil defense project settled onto the support ring of eight hundred pillars, a thunderous crash of steel echoed from the foundation pit.

“No matter what you decide, from today onward, there is no longer a Rat Pirate Crew in this world!” Blackbeard’s mouth curled into a sinister smile. With the black horns arching from his forehead, he looked even more wicked—an onlooker might easily mistake him for a demon from the underworld.

At his side, Wang Junjie felt a wave of disappointment and confusion. Judging by Luo Fangyin’s attitude, could this Mu Bai be someone of renown? For a moment, his expression grew strange.

Qi Kexue sat in a private room, chatting with the other two as before. Apart from Shen Boling’s occasional look of helplessness, nothing special happened.

“How did you know?” Lin Yi asked in confusion. How had his father learned of this? There had been some issues, true, but they concerned the players themselves. Lin Yi didn’t think it was a big deal, though it had affected the season, and for that reason the season had never really been complete.