Chapter 103: Let's See Who Hasn't Evolved Yet, Part 19

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Wu Zihao struggled to sit up, restraining the artist’s emotions while contemplating how to inquire about the truth behind his mother’s accident. No one present was willing to bid further; everyone knew it was just a game—there was no need to fight to the death. Meng Chudong was tall and leggy, standing about 1.8 meters by modern standards, and at only sixteen, he still had room to grow. However, Su Xiangwan had already learned from Cong Chen that Su Zhiguo was out of danger and expected to wake around seven or eight in the evening. Soon, hundreds of butterflies gathered around Feng Aoyue, their bodies radiating a crystalline glow that gradually dispelled her loneliness, filling her with an inexplicable, dreamlike beauty. “Wuwu…” Tian Biao pointed at Hua Fei and the Green Turtle but was at a loss for words; the Green Turtle’s punch had left an unforgettable mark. “Brother Xiong!” Others moved to help, but upon seeing Xian’er’s grim expression, they dared not act. “Hmph, the aura of your two sacred beasts is unstable; it seems you have not long ascended to sacred beast rank. We need not fear you,” the fourth and fifth ancestors of the Tian family exchanged a glance and said. Su Hao knew that with her current injuries, facing the upcoming challenges could be dangerous. Ordinary people without martial arts foundation or spiritual cultivation would surely be crushed to a pulp from such a fall. “Haha, there’s no need for formalities between friends. Honestly, I’ve only grasped the fifth level so far. Once you learn it, we can study this divine skill together,” Nan Yihen said, laughing with Han Bing as they left Chaos Dragon Festival City, a moment that slightly eased Han Bing’s mood. Only then did Xia Tian’s heart fill with genuine confusion. Vice Premier Wu was known for his approachability, yet now, in their first meeting, he spoke with the warm familiarity of a neighborly aunt. Was this a dream? So, when you hit a bottleneck, try relaxing—perhaps the solution isn’t as difficult as it seems.

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As the medicinal herb flew toward it, the arrow spirit frog quickly extended its tongue to wrap the herb, but just as it was about to retract it happily, something unusual happened. Suddenly, disciples ranked beyond two hundred, even beyond a thousand on the Heaven and Earth list, surged into the top one hundred within two years. They walked toward the sun; the farther they went, the hotter it became. Large beads of sweat streamed down their bodies to the ground. “Emperor Wang, no need to take it to heart. How could I want your Heavenly Eye? My original hope was to use your heavenly eye technique to restore my memory,” Qin Xiaoxiao said. “I think,” Long Shenyu unbuttoned another button, “perhaps it really is a bit hot.” Yes, Zhang Xiu must not return to Wancheng, and Gao Shun’s return would be a turning point. When Zhang Xiu retreated, Gao Shun was the main force to crush him. “I have other plans for the Zhejiang gentry to ensure their loyalty to the Ming Dynasty without reducing agricultural taxes,” Yun Hong added. Although Yang Ping might no longer remember him, Gao Xiong regarded Yang Ping as special. The Ace of Hearts outranks the King of Hearts, so its status is higher and strength greater. Otherwise, why would Ruan Lingqing salute solemnly upon seeing the Ace of Hearts? Having won twice at Koshien, Seidou was a seasoned veteran who would never make such a rookie mistake. How to conserve energy, watch opponents, study tactics, and play the game—Seidou already had its own set of rules. But this time was different; Yang Ping clearly recognized the strength of his team. This strength wasn’t obvious against Daocheng, the Pharmacist, Kanto’s best, or the Giant Demon teams, but against Bangzhi Aoi High School, it was unmistakable. Seeing his purple skin and two horns, this sinister skill must belong to the Underworld Emperor Zhu Yougui. Lin Yi did not leave the street but hid in the shadows. As a mystic healer, he concealed his aura so thoroughly that even advanced infrared detectors struggled to find him.

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This time, he dared not use his so-called Heavenly Blade Slash but instead closed in to unleash a peerless, exquisite fist strike on Qin Lu’s head. Guan Guangmei stepped back slightly, positioning the ball perfectly for a comfortable strike, a devilish smile on her face: “Though I’m simple, I’m also a pitcher! If I have good control, I know exactly how to coordinate the pitch.” Hearing Song Chaofan’s words, next time he offered friends a try, he seemed to have seen through everything; his demeanor always carried a calmness, as if in a peach blossom paradise, yet he deliberately provoked trouble. His mind was in turmoil. The Zhao family’s target was Ruan Sixian, and if anything happened, he felt he should bear the responsibility. While Bai Qiu complained beside Li Yang, she yawned widely, making Li Yang’s face twitch. The Mountain Chief King was extremely clever; it feigned disdain deliberately to provoke the opponent, hoping they would lose their wits and engage in close combat, which suited it best. Whether the capital’s security was excellent or the eerie, early morning funeral procession was unsettling, Yu Qing’s carriage arrived safely at the city gate. The wild wind howled as Vlad’s body closed in on the Yellow Ape, delivering a heavy punch. Gazing at the chaotic space before him and sensing the terrifying power of the spatial turbulence around him, Li Yang sighed helplessly. He hadn’t expected to enter again so soon, and if the protective shield formed by the teleportation jade token were to break, exposing his body fully, he would be torn apart by the spatial turbulence at once.