Chapter 33: Has She Finally Made Up Her Mind?

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A gigantic wild vegetable, entirely red, appeared before Chen Fei. After briefly sizing up Warrior Agumon and Diggo Beast, it excitedly beckoned toward those behind it. Tang San refused to believe that the Martial Soul Hall convened the Continental Elite Soul Master Academy Tournament at this moment without ulterior motives.

Yet matters were nothing like they claimed; if what they said were true, then it would be nearly impossible for them to target me when the time comes. “Li Qing is no ordinary man. Rumor speaks of illusions—his reluctance to duel is a lie, and he hides his true abilities deeply. Because of these rumors, the Masked Faction may send assassins, but they are unlikely to be strong, perhaps even suffering losses,” Du Chuqing mused.

“There are still eight days left until the end. These eight days won’t let us pass so easily,” Lin Xiajin said gravely.

Meanwhile, Lion Beast surged forward. A red glow gradually enveloped its body, both hands brandishing short blades, launching an attack at Lesenbula.

If things were as before—merely making brief appearances before the army—then persisting for half a year would be effortless.

The latter instinctively dodged, stumbling and nearly falling, with the teacup landing solidly on their body.

“This one… Isn’t saying it’s romance better?” Lin Xiajin said a little awkwardly.

We’re all aware that the situation before us is far from simple, and the problems ahead are likely to be even more severe.

The hundred swordsmen split into ranks, swooping down with a whoosh, instantly forming a standoff with the monks of Da Yin Temple.

“This time, Ivan won’t escape.” Shortly afterward, Hu Xue saw Ivan’s wanted notice online, and Wei Haoren provided news that important transport hubs had been barricaded, with extra personnel at stations and airports to ensure nothing could go wrong.

In truth, these are mere appearances. Bio-energy always runs out, and a unit is never plentiful. Old Hong, in his current state, could probably last another two days before reverting to his original form.

Li Yang instantly understood all this—people are like that; the more shrewd you are, the more others dislike you, creating distance. Only those who seem foolish have good relationships.

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The Baekje nobles who followed Bu Yuwang originally planned to flatter upon arrival at the camp; after all, the people of the Central Plains love hearing praise. As long as they spoke well and apologized, Wang Ze would surely release their family members immediately.

Earlier, Yun Fei’s true energy touched its inner core; if not for their familiarity, it might have lashed out long ago.

“…” Roy looked at Kerry without speaking, his eyes full of disdain, as though viewing a child pretending to know everything, though Roy never looked down on children. His attitude toward Kerry, however, was far less friendly.

“Is this what you want to ask?” Star Soul spoke, opening his palm to reveal an exquisitely crafted purple jade pendant.

He tossed out two hundred M gold bills casually, but the two hippies at the door couldn’t be bothered. The two descended the damp, dark staircase to the basement floor, where the DJ’s voice grew louder.

Lin Song actually looked down on David, a common trait among the elite circles of Yanjing. David, mere heir to a corporate group, was not in Lin Song’s league.

Lu Zhi decided to distribute the valuables in the mountain stronghold to those standing on the right; they were homeless wanderers, and wealth was essential.

Tang Yun stood before the Drunken Flower Pavilion, pondering where to find Leng Lie, when footsteps sounded behind her.

When Hua Lang stopped, everyone felt relief from the suffocating difficulty of breathing, faces flushed red, not daring to speak.

By then, Zhang Lan was already headed by car to the temple. She’d anticipated her husband would follow to see what was happening, so she feigned fetching water, then, after he returned, immediately abandoned the kettle and rushed to the temple.

“With this map, we have another chance to win!” Carefree Master felt his confidence grow.

Two earth-shattering forces collided in midair, battling for a time before finally shattering apart.

Shu Huaye gazed at the smiling Rong Ling; after speaking, Rong Ling seemed relaxed, and throughout their conversation, he had remained easy and carefree. What others saw as a bloody murder was for Rong Ling as light and indifferent as a passing cloud.

Zhong Bin felt regret; Shao Fei’s gaze was that of a true soldier. He should have kept Shao Fei then.

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A thousand years ago, when the Ice Clan ruled the world, Ice Shao Nine Fingers reached the pinnacle of the Twelve Constellations, yet lacking the Tenth Layer Training Ring, tried to break through to the Divine Realm of Ten Fingers with external force. Failing, he burned out his lifespan and became nothing but Ten Finger Golden Bones.

“In fact, you didn’t have to kill him,” Wang Manchun said, watching Guo Qiyun clutching the codebook. Wang Fei took it from him.

Accuracy was unnecessary—after a hail of bullets, the sentries atop the east and south towers were riddled like sieves.

Everything in the Magic City had decayed, and for the pacifist mages, maintaining it was already difficult, let alone restoring it.

Chu He was surprised; in the fragments of the former Chu He’s consciousness, there was no mention of Iron Sand Palm.

All the students’ quarters were assigned to the lower decks of the ship, mostly on the second and third basement floors. Lin Wei’s room was on the second basement; climbing two more floors would reach the first-floor hall Wen Ensi had mentioned.

“Mingfan! Who told you to speak to the professors so loudly? Apologize!” Minglou glared at him and spoke softly, but his gaze was so stern that Mingfan dared not look him in the eye.

Ye Zhen had just planned to hail a car and go out when Jiang Ningning called him back. Ye Zhen turned to ask why. Jiang Ningning asked where he was going, and Ye Zhen, recounting his mother’s words exactly, spoke so sincerely that Jiang Ningning believed none of it.

“You are the only ruler in the castle’s history capable of turning decay into greatness. Praise to you, my king! May immortal time be with you!” Annie’s tone was wholly different from before, filled with solemnity and sanctity, like a devout pilgrim.

To make the performance convincing, Madame Ruo devised a real-life trick: she took the famous ‘medicine’ of Ba Kingdom—croton—and suffered diarrhea for several days, without replenishing food or water, soon becoming emaciated.

Lin Wei did not choose to recklessly rush out and eliminate the enemies. He waited—for Labudorn, hidden in the shadows, to appear. In truth, at this moment, it was Lin Wei himself who was really hidden.

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