Chapter Thirty-Six: Training

As the time for the finals drew near, Zhao Yuan and Ye Yue’er trained with relentless intensity, seeking to refine their skills and prepare for the decisive contest. Zhao Yuan sparred with Ye Yue’er again and again, hoping to sharpen her abilities. Though both were earnest in their efforts, something still seemed to be missing.

“This won’t do—I feel no pressure at all!” Ye Yue’er, sensing little improvement, suggested Zhao Yuan should unleash his full strength and attack without holding back. After considering it, Zhao Yuan agreed without hesitation.

Boom! In just five or six moves, Zhao Yuan discovered a flaw in Ye Yue’er’s defense and launched a powerful punch straight at her vital spot. His aura was fierce and overwhelming, evoking the oppressive presence of a celestial deity descending upon the earth.

When there weren’t many guests, he would leave a few things behind. He wanted to guard them, yet felt there wasn’t much worth guarding; if he didn’t, it felt like losing money. Even now, he harbored a trace of doubt about Elder Huangshi’s divinatory prediction.

A gust of wind swept by; suddenly, I was startled. Woods flanked both sides, and I heard the rustling of leaves nearby. Someone ahead had placed branches across the path, blocking the way—an ambush! I had barely called out when a huge net dropped from above, enveloping us completely.

“All right, everyone, no more talk! Take out your papers. To save time, I’ll only announce the scores of the top ten.”

“In the future, if anyone dares to abuse their cultivation and act recklessly, none in the entire Grand Xia will be able to protect you,” Chu Nan declared.

Whether it was eighty or eight hundred, Ye Bei cared nothing for such things. Had it not been for Mo Li’s insistence on opening this flower shop, he, the illustrious Lord of the Temple of Godslayers, a legendary warlord, would never have concerned himself with such trivial matters among the common folk.

The eldest princess was well past seventy, yet her body remained robust. Upon seeing her, Song Lan’an respectfully saluted, surprising the old lady greatly.

...Butterfly Island—words, events, people? To be honest, this identity truly shocked him. It must be the highest rank among human espers. And for some reason, hearing this term filled him with intense aversion and fatigue.

After witnessing Bai Ye’s performance, the top officials at Bournemouth hurriedly made phone calls, not for anything else, but purely for the winter transfer window and strengthening the team.

Jiang Xingjian took a deep breath and strode forward; Lin Jiayue, pouting in reluctance, followed after him. Surprisingly, Li Sisi didn’t feel bored at all. Instead, her heart raced with Zhao Tianming’s movements, leaving her somewhat tense. After all, the core of the painting upstairs was worth a million; damaging it would be a real shame.

Locke, Caesar, the vampire, goblin, stone golem, Will Crystal, and Doris all appeared here, while three targets slowly emerged ahead.

The middle-aged man was powerfully built, even more so than Scarface. His open shirt revealed glimpses of dark chest hair, and the white undershirt beneath had three thick seams poking out.

Jing Xiong’s pupils suddenly widened, and his expression changed, staring in shock at the direction from which the black light approached.

The Evil Lord of the Heavens possessed Lu Zhiceng’s body, using his shell to continue wreaking havoc and seeking to forcibly claim the stunningly beautiful Xiao Cuixin.

Everyone was moved by Wang Chonghan’s words; seeing him kneeling for so long, they exchanged glances, unsure how best to comfort him.

There was no choice but to press onward; even with the ghostly mist ahead, they had to grit their teeth and plunge through.

“Hmph! Allowing them to leave just like that—it’s infuriating. We should have killed them all earlier!” Watching his enemies depart, an elder of Xingdao Mountain opened his eyes from meditation, voicing his anger.

Unfortunately, he encountered Ye Xuanfu, who possessed two immortal artifacts, was a Lord of Dao Strategy, and whose cultivation had nearly reached the perfect realm.

Watching Wang Jian and the others’ retreating backs, Ye Tian smiled bitterly but said nothing, following Li Shuai and the group into the restaurant. What he didn’t see was that, just as he entered, two graceful figures appeared around the corner.

Fang Qi smiled quietly and lay on the bed, watching the man in green slowly drive his sword toward his shoulder. It was as if he were observing someone slaughtering livestock—completely detached and unconcerned, as if it had nothing to do with him at all.