Chapter Fifty-One: Fear Strikes at the Sound

“And now you want to take me on? Do you even know what you are? With skills like yours, you actually dare challenge me?” Zhao Yuan sneered coldly at Boss Qian.

He found Boss Qian utterly ridiculous, and his mind raced as he considered how best to confront him. At this moment, Boss Qian had already decided that Zhao Yuan must die. In Boss Qian’s eyes, everything should be under his control, and someone like Zhao Yuan, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, should have been eliminated long ago.

“Let’s have a contest then. If you win, all the money here is yours. But if you lose, you’ll kneel and kowtow to me right here and call me ‘father’,” Boss Qian declared arrogantly, prompting a round of cheers from the crowd. The challenge itself sounded outrageous.

Long Dawu’s face changed drastically. He cursed under his breath and hurriedly backed away as if escaping the plague, terrified that Ye Shanghan might snatch his gun and shoot him in the head.

The scene was like a water python stretching over ten meters; the Dragon Soul Sabertooth Tiger only occupied a few meters, leaving the rest of the space for several hunting soul dogs that, with a howl, leapt up and began devouring their prey.

“You!” Tang Lishang pressed her forehead with one hand, pointing at Zuo Yi with the other, as if finding her utterly shameless, yet the anger had nowhere to go.

During the transfer, the lucky mosquitoes that escaped all reached the flat ground, diligently attending to their mosquito business.

After watching Liu Feiyang, Qian Liang glanced at the friends gathered around him. No matter how he looked, he found them increasingly irksome. Although he had been dissatisfied before, the influence of their elders was profound, and these people together were still a force to be reckoned with.

Before Liu Mingchuan could finish his sentence, Ye Shanghan cut him off with a single remark that left him speechless. At the same time, he sat down directly on the bench outside the ICU.

Mu Zhu: The law of the unity of contradictions—it's perfectly clear. There is no absolute truth, only relative science.

With a sudden flutter, a black shadow descended from the sky. Wanyan Agu felt his arm grow heavy and turned to see a small but fierce-eyed saker falcon perched upon it, glaring at him with savage intensity.

“Send word. Organize men to load mud packs. Chopping down trees takes too long; it's more effective to cover the iron spike array with mud. Mobilize as many large carts as possible to charge with the army. Any pits and spikes must be filled and covered. In this attack, advance only, no retreat,” Yalu Bukha commanded in a deep voice.

The scenery was magnificent—seas of clouds stretching endlessly, towering mountains floating above them. Between two peaks was a gap bridged by a plank walkway, the last scenic spot of Cloud City and another of its exits.

“Very well~” Feng Jing had no objections. After all, when he wasn’t needed, he could simply lounge comfortably on her shoulder.

At last, evening came. After tidying up, Ye Chuxi prepared to meet Cheng Junhao. Of course, Kang Ying had no reason to object, so before leaving work, she patted Ye Chuxi on the shoulder and spoke to her.

Ye Chuxi did not hesitate; it was a perfectly normal thing. However, before she reached the office, she noticed the door was tightly shut. It struck her as odd—if there weren’t any guests, the director never kept his office completely closed. Clearly, today’s visitor was special.

Zhou Tong had always excelled at psychological warfare, skilled at finding his opponent’s sore spots, whether they were human or ghost. More than a few had been driven to the brink of madness by his taunts.

“All right, drop the act. If you want my help, just tell me the results of the interrogation,” Su Lin said, glancing at He Qinwen.

“That won’t do. I’ll go with you to pick one out,” Song Qingge replied, taking Xi Zhang’s hand and leading her toward the ready-made clothing section.

If both had mastered secret techniques, their combat power would have doubled—eighty units in all.

The original fourteen plots of land had increased by two, making it sixteen levels. So her space had upgraded to level six?

Watching Conan in that state, Asai Makoto, Shirai Kyu, and Shirai Xun—who was also watching the live broadcast outside the burning building—along with the other scattered puppets, all revealed a hint of malicious amusement.

With the help of the green stone mill, he seemed divinely inspired, fusing the profound mysteries of all three martial arts manuals into the Universal Sun-Swallowing Technique.