Chapter 38: When the Tiger Shows Its Might—Did You Really Think I Was Just a Housecat?

Gao Yuan nodded frantically, utterly at a loss.
"Yes... the village chief is right!"
The village chief’s eyes grew sharp as he blew out a strangely modulated tune.
At once, the surrounding venomous insects seemed as if seized by some invisible hand, swarming to attack the group.
Feng Ming’s defenses could withstand the onslaught of these poisonous creatures, but sweat poured from his brow, a sure sign he could not hold out much longer.
"Captain!"
Before the word had even faded, Xiao Ran kicked a nearby trash can as if it were nothing more than a ball; the garbage bin whistled over Wang Chunmei’s head, crashing into the security room’s glass door. With a terrific crash, a hole the size of a watermelon burst open in the glass.
Murong Xiao, like reciting treasures from her memory, listed ten in a row. The first three drew only cheerful smiles from Qian Ye Ming, but with each one after, his expression grew darker by degrees.
The next morning at calisthenics, Red Fox led all the trainees on a light jog. The formation seemed to have only six squads, but these six teams who remained were undoubtedly the elite of the elite.
It was simply outrageous—he dared call himself the most handsome man in the world, did he not? If he were to be called ugly, then were there any good-looking men left on earth?
The massive python’s body underwent a fundamental transformation the instant it was shattered by Celestial Dragon’s strike. For every Fire Python king, the most exalted dream was to truly return to their ancestral form and ride the wild wind into the unknown.
"Have you ever considered that the worlds we’ve experienced before might all be real, and that our own world is but one among them? Perhaps, there are countless versions of our world, and we have merely been selected from trillions of earths to meet like this."

When tired, he would doze off at his computer desk. When bored, he would wander idly through every department of the company, rather than helping out with any real work.
Hisamoto Namiki stared blankly at the smiling Mengzi. The conditions proposed by Xiao Yuanshan were a temptation beyond compare. Reflecting on the past two or three decades, he had risked his life countless times, earning great deeds for Kato Akimasa’s control of the Yamaguchi-gumi. And yet, Kato Akimasa only ever made him second-in-command.
Yan Ran merely ruffled his hair. "You were not wrong today." The fault today lay never with Yin Zimeng; Yan Ran would not let present circumstances blur the education she gave him—there were matters of right and wrong that could not be compromised.
Yang Wei was angry, but the proprietress was even angrier. She had waited three days, hoping for a big windfall, only for the customer to order nothing but two pickled vegetables. Even with all her effort, those two dishes would fetch barely ten or twenty yuan, not even enough to be worth her trouble.
"I'm pregnant. When my parents were murdered by Dongfang Ji, I ended up carrying Dongfang Ji's child. Tell me, isn't this world absurd? I feel so wretched, that things could turn out this way." Xuanxuan said, touching her belly with a self-mocking smile.
After slowing his opponent with a single blow, the golden-armored warrior raised his sword aloft. It became a flash of light that gathered before Li Yu, forming a barrier like a mirror, blocking his path forward.
A few days later, Han Miaomiao was discharged from the hospital. With no other choice, Lei Yunyang had to return to the Lei family with her.
To this end, she racked her brains for a plan. She used substantial funds and resources to bribe the staff guiding Chen Jiannan on his TV station visit, all for a chance to be alone with him. She was confident that, when the opportunity came, her stunning figure would be enough to make any man surrender.
"Lord Yun, you’re mistaken. I’m not trying to compete with you, but I made this appointment with Miss Su a year ago. How could I dare go back on my word?" Xue Daoheng replied.
Our protagonist, Yang Wei, was just like this. Ever since he started trading stocks, his streak of bad luck seemed to have faded away, and the goddess of fortune had quietly begun to smile upon him.
Both his attributes and name had changed. The bonus damage had increased by sixty points; naturally, he was stronger now. The Shadow Assassin class was indeed formidable—just the shadow immunity alone made everyone envious. The only question was, after reaching level thirty, where could he find the quest for his next class upgrade?
"There’s a reason for this. I’ll explain it to you when I have time." As Xia Yao turned to follow Wang Xue and the others into the living room, Xu Xiang whispered this in her ear, lifting her gloomy spirits. She knew, then, that Xu Xiang had not forgotten her.

Yang Wei invested all his own funds in one go and then added in all the money from Qian Bucha as well, before picking up the phone and calling everyone, one by one.
He glanced at the gaping wound in Mo Chuan’s chest; even if Mo Chuan’s injury remained, he might not survive to the end of the sacrificial ceremony and could die halfway, affecting the extraction of life force. But there was no time to worry about that now.
Xie Yaochen stared fixedly at the tightly shut car window, watching the vehicle wind its way up the road toward the villa halfway up the mountain.
Those who had rebelled earlier now knelt pale-faced on the ground, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Realizing that IT was not her strength, Tang Xi Li did not force herself; she had the money, so why not hire someone who was?
The Leviathan’s propellers stopped turning, the sails were hoisted, and the ship’s lights flickered on as it slowly approached the City of Roses.
With the camp tents burned down, everyone had no choice but to sleep in the open on the steppe these past few nights. The only shelter from the night wind was Shen Qingyun’s carriage; even so, no one slept well.
The Leviathan could have hoisted all her sails, but it was too much trouble. Adjusting the sails for every shift in wind direction and speed was exhausting without enough hands on deck.