Chapter 242: Martial Scripture True Technique

Li Changan stood rooted to the spot, that same faint, unruffled smile lingering upon his face: "Young Master Qin, the match has begun, so spare me any further flippancy of the tongue."

The whistle signaling the start of the bout pierced the air, and Qin Hai charged forward instantly, his speed blinding and his vital energy flowing with seamless fluidity—unmistakably the product of a prominent clan's rigorous training.

Yet, Li Changan remained entirely unmoved, standing exactly where he was, merely waiting for Qin Hai’s assault.

Just as Qin Hai’s fist was about to crash directly into Li Changan’s face—

"My Lord, is it true that your fourth son is actually a daughter?" Zhang Haoran remarked, looking at the grandfather and grandson with a rather complex mix of emotions.

Magical beasts were already scarce near the Yanjing Base, having been thinned out long ago by hordes of professional classes during their routine leveling. Furthermore, the area had undergone a temporary purge just prior to this war.

"You say I am unworthy? Haha! What a joke! A monumental joke indeed! When I was bathing in blood on the battlefield, you were still nothing but a speck in your mother’s womb!" Old Man Cai felt the embers of his fury begin to surge within his chest.

In a fit of rage, Lei Ming unleashed a frantic bombardment against the stone wall outside, nearly burying himself alive in the process, yet he failed to blast open even a single passageway.

Jia Min did not interject, leaving them to direct the maneuvers themselves. By eleven in the morning, the Hala people, realizing the tide had turned against them, began to break through the encirclement; in the end, some five to six thousand managed to escape.

The very moment Beiming Yu’s right hand brushed against Zhuo Yunzhou, he sealed away the man’s entire cultivation, leaving him to crash down like a mere mortal, grimacing and baring his teeth in agonizing pain.

No one could fathom it, but Director Lannister had his own intentions; he was waiting for Xiao Zhan to take Lin Chuxue away, so much so that the doors to the interrogation room were left wide open at this very moment.

"Sister, have you set your sights on a proper match for young Master Qian?" Lady Lou shifted the topic, inquiring after Shen Qian's marriage prospects.

Ling'er knelt before Qi Yang like a devout believer, quietly awaiting his instructions.

Had it been a duel between individuals, faced with a gold-tier cultist of the evil god, he might not have feared, yet he certainly would not have held absolute certainty of victory. But given the current tactical situation—bolstered as he was by the guild's combat aura, assisted by a multitude of bronze-tier professionals providing harassment, and capable of channeling the power of the magic spire if necessary—victory was an absolute certainty.

Mr. Mu pondered for a moment before shaking his head after all, choosing for the time being not to inform the Church of Glory. The current juncture was far too sensitive; the Silver Dawn was presently concentrating the vast majority of its high-end combat forces upon a monumental endeavor, making final preparations for their elevation into a full knightly order.

Only when the cicada-wing-thin blade glowed with a faint crimson hue did he finally click off the lighter and seize Mao Yong’s left arm.

Zhao Zixian gave a sly laugh, "It seems the interior of the Yamaguchi-gumi is not peaceful either; let us just wait and watch the fine spectacle unfold." He felt that for a figure like Toyohara Takeshi to submit himself to another was either because the comprehensive strength of the Yagyu family was overwhelmingly dominant, or because he harbored alternative designs.

"Hey, if it were just a piece of broken copper coin, you wouldn't have bought it either, would you?" Zhang Zhixin took a deep breath, composing his emotions, and offered a smile in return.

With a sharp, sudden crack, before Xiang Ye could unleash his assault, a chunk of solid ice shot out from the corner, striking Gil squarely in the forehead, and blood began to flow anew.

She had all but muttered Zhao Zixian’s name aloud, uttering more than half of it before realizing she had lost her composure. Her face flushed crimson all at once, and she ran a hand through her hair, utterly at a loss for words.

By this time, the bailiffs had already dragged the corpse from the water and laid it flat upon the ground; having been submerged for far too long, the body was completely unrecognizable, making it impossible to determine its original identity from its appearance alone.

The ticket collector was a brawny, middle-aged man with a face shrouded in a thick beard, bearing a thoroughly ferocious appearance, yet his tone of voice proved exceedingly gentle.

The middle-aged office worker was suddenly stripped of all drowsiness; he fished out some beverages and biscuits he carried with him and handed them to Xiang Ye. Expressing his gratitude, Xiang Ye fell into conversation with the salaryman.

"Rustle, rustle..." Amidst the scarcely perceptible thud of wolf paws striking the earth, the Crown Knights escorted Alicia as she approached.

After running for approximately half a li, Ye Liang spoke beside Yan Canglang, "Your Majesty’s decision to have Chu Du cooperate with Zuo Yi will likely cause him to suffer some bitter trials." Because of Chu Du's failure in the rendezvous, it was anticipated that the people of the Ghost Gate would grant him no pleasant countenances; every member of the Ghost Gate he had ever encountered revered Lan Rongyue as a divinity, placing her above all else.