Chapter 311: Intensify Training

"Keep your wits about you at all times, and be ready for the next battle at a moment's notice!"

"Understood, Captain!" Sun Yang dared not utter another word, quickly adjusting his stance to focus his mind.

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That evening, the Bug Hunters squad's debriefing session commenced right on schedule.

Seated around the conference table, everyone watched as Li Chang'an stood at the front, pointing at the combat playback on the large screen to analyze the gains and losses of the mission.

"This mission—

As she strolled down the street, Lin Ya was undeniable poetry in motion, dressed today in a vintage, ruffled long gown, crowned with a pale yellow brimmed hat, her feet slipping into translucent crystal sandals.

Having seen off Sakura and Taiga, Shirou and Saber set out for Shinto precisely at eleven o'clock that night. The pair walked the perimeter of Shinto for an age, yet unearthed nothing amiss. On the trek home, just as they cleared the Fuyuki Bridge, a sudden shriek pierced the silence from the adjacent park, prompting them both to dash toward the sound.

Prior to this, they had calculated over and over; if they could manage even a mere six percent this time, it would be as if the ancestors' graves were breathing smoke from pure fortune.

The difficulty of cultivating this supreme-grade technique was bound to be staggering; had Ye Le simply buried his head in blind practice, he would undoubtedly have blundered in countless places.

Perpetual clouds of spiritual energy bore testament to the pristine air quality here, where five secondary fortresses ringed the perimeter of Xiacheng, their construction elevating the city to a new peak of prosperity, with daily traffic exceeding a million souls.

In truth, she was simply stuffed to the brim; the power of the ancient mulberry tree was far too immense, completely beyond her capacity to control.

No matter how Gou Zhu strained his eyes, he could catch no glimpse of Lu Ming or the other four from the Xunzhen Sect. Thus, he held his tongue. He could not pinpoint their location by sound alone, but the same could not be said for them, familiar as they were with this formation. To speak in reply might very well betray his own position.

The man wore the most ordinary grey homespun cloth clothing, carrying a bundle and a longsword on his back, the blade resting in a filthy, tattered old scabbard, his feet clad in thick straw sandals.

Beneath the moonlight, Arcue