29 Practice Match (Part 3)

A person’s style of play reflects their character. Yan Ning plays chess as she lives: even when employing strategy, she remains upright and honorable. Prince Chu, however, constantly relies on strange and unpredictable moves; though he appears to be a humble gentleman, his true intentions are deep and unfathomable.

It was the first time seeing such a vast array of fun toys in a department store. Her eyes shone brighter than the most dazzling stars in the sky.

From the outside, the Changmen Citadel appears to have only five stories, but upon entering, San Cheng discovered it actually has eight, with the entire structure standing nearly fifty meters tall. Each floor serves a different purpose; for instance, the floor they were currently on also functioned as a banquet hall.

It was unexpected that the person who had been trembling in terror at a single glance from Tang Beibei just moments ago was now acting so defiant.

Having practiced martial arts since childhood, his hands were steady and precise, making it easy for him to pick up a few beans. Thus, he nodded and agreed.

"Do not lose focus. There are so many people waiting for you to save them. Have you forgotten that Emilia, who is so close to you, needs your help? Were those all just lies?" The phantom before him giggled. The laughter was as grating as glass scraping against a wall, causing Black Thirteen to shout out immediately.

The pond belonging to the Fire Phoenix Mercenary Group was vast, and it was where everyone usually drew their drinking water. Fortunately, Tang Beibei had never used it.

Before long, they arrived on the stage. Kim Taeyeon no longer wore the look of disbelief she had displayed earlier, though she still kept her eyes fixed on Xia Zhe. Others noticed her strange behavior, but they thought nothing of it.

In the legions of the Divine Realm, such a merit score would require the slaying of at least one Alien Demon general.

Hearing Qing Xian'er express concern for Mu Yi, Qin Le said nothing, but inwardly, he began to calculate. Things could not go on like this.

To Su Mi, Nian Yichen’s behavior was far too arrogant. She had already rejected him point-blank, so why was he still holding on so stubbornly?

Hearing Womer speak in such a way amidst the heavy snow, the people could no longer mock him as they had before.

This is much like customs officers inspecting for smuggling today: no matter how strict the checks, there will inevitably be fish that slip through the net—it is impossible to guard against everything.

Mu Yi’s face turned ghastly green. Just as he was about to speak, before the words could leave his lips, a thousand-foot bolt of thunder struck his body. Thunder roared, blood sprayed, and even with his physical conditioning at the time, his skin was torn and mangled—a truly miserable sight.

Day after day, having reached this point, Zi Jin looked at her sleeping child, her resolve growing firmer. No matter what, she could not let anyone harm her child. This was a mother’s duty, a duty that drove her to constantly consider how to protect herself and weaken the enemy’s combat strength.

"The competition to come will be far more intense than before," Qing Xian'er said, hitting the nail on the head. The eyes of all the major factions were fixed on the fragrant Star-Fall Fruit, but since there was only one, a dramatic scene was bound to unfold.

And so, Lin Qian, Lin Rong, and Fang Yuan walked in front, while Fang Li walked alongside Mu Yi, showing no airs of being a young master.

"But, if you offend the Temple of Light because of this..." Villerie was quite clever; knowing the consequences, she left the sentence unfinished, though her worry was evident. Would Roddy really offend the Temple of Light for her sake?

Chen Yuyue continued to dig with his hands, secretly increasing his vigilance and mobilizing the spiritual energy in his Dantian. If he sensed anything amiss, he would immediately use his inner energy to protect himself.

Shen Yiyi felt a stinging pain on her face and struggled to breathe, letting out a groan. The masked man seemed to snap out of a trance, suddenly looking up to meet her eyes. Her gaze was as stubborn as a blade, devoid of any pity, as if she would not yield an inch even if she were to die the next second.

Shi Xiu also drew his short blade; in the deep sea, the strength required to wield a long whip was too great, and a short blade was far more efficient.

The "ten furnaces" referred to ten batches of Profound Spirit Pills, and the "one spirit" referred to the spirit stone Qin Ce had previously refined. In other words, ten furnaces of Profound Spirit Pills were equivalent to one spirit stone. This explained why Qin Ce was so excited upon seeing the Blood-Crying Spirit; with these, his breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage was within reach.

The effect Chen Yuyue wanted to achieve had indeed been reached; the black mist that was about to arrive came to a halt, stopping not far from the periphery of Shuiyue Square.

Bai Yanli held the child, his magnetic voice low and calm. Carried by the evening breeze, it sounded indescribably gentle.

He tried to push, but that spot remained motionless. It was nearly impossible to move the stone slab under the immense pressure of the deep sea.

"Only the Temple could have such power; even the White Ape clan, the closest to us, could not possibly be capable of this," Furis's uncle concluded.

"Listen to the Captain!" Rayleigh drew the great sword from his back, his mouth curling into a grin he could no longer control.

Su Ming muttered to himself and began the second extraction. This time, the ball of rules was different from the previous ones; it carried a faint black hue and seemed to have been broken down from the innate body of the "me" that had turned into a pollutant.

A phone rang. Wang Yan really wanted to cry at that moment. If it had been his own piece-of-junk phone, he would have smashed it instantly, but the crucial point was that it wasn't his phone ringing—it was Liu Shishi’s, vibrating incessantly inside her pocket.

It was nothing like the heavy military frontier town he had imagined, where military intelligence was supposed to be as urgent as fire. Tang Yi drank only two cups before using the excuse of travel fatigue to return directly to the commander's mansion.

"The line you drew is too close to the jade. If my hand isn't steady, I'll definitely cut into the jade flesh," the fifth cutter said, wiping the stone dust from his head.

Screams rang out one after another, echoing through the entire Black Wind Forest. One after another, the sixth and seventh-level martial artists fell into pools of blood, and no matter how furious the eighth-level experts became, they could not find a trace of Ye Xing.

Therefore, Yu Shan started the blower on the side, manually operating a jet to blow out gusts of air, pushing the hot air balloon into motion.

This special profession was a byproduct of the infighting among the ridiculous Dragon race. Because dragons were few in number, some of those locked in conflict would adopt humans to serve as their hired thugs.