Chapter 312: Don't Go Back on Your Word

"Oh, by the way, thank you for the water!"

"Hmph!" Han Ruoxi turned her head away, ignoring him entirely.

"Captain, is this intensity really necessary?" Shen Qiuyue asked, leaning against the wall and catching her breath.

"We haven't even executed a real mission yet. This kind of training is a bit too..."

"In actual combat, the Zerg will not wait for you!" Li Changan's response was sharp and direct.

Silence fell over the room as no one spoke another word.

Yet regardless of its nature, as Yang Tian stared at the seemingly ordinary palm striking toward him, he dared not show even the slightest hint of negligence.

But in this particular year, she had only just transitioned from managing singers to film actors. Like many other agents, she earned a fixed salary from the company, though hers was slightly higher than the rest, at five thousand yuan a month.

For although the Incineration Technique possessed the power to directly elevate one to an entirely higher realm, its debilitating cost required the burning of one's own essence and blood.

"Heh, Boss, don't mind the way my left leg looks a bit awkward now—it's actually much sturdier than before!" Noticing Liu Lang's gaze lingering on his prosthetic limb, the lean, muscular man brushed it off, even giving it a light pat with his hand.

Furthermore, even Lin Buzheng's divine consciousness experienced immense growth from this, vastly improving both its maximum range of extension and its sheer acuity.

Three streaks of black essence rushed forward like successively larger crescent moons, moving at breakneck speed; where they scraped the earth, they carved grooves as wide and deep as a palm into the arena stage, reaching the spectator stands fifty meters away in the blink of an eye.

This line of characters was formed by a series of constantly shifting Daoist runes, drifting across the Wordless Heavenly Stele like swimming fish or tadpoles. Tang Ru had only stolen a couple of glances before an agonizing throb seized him, and his vision was instantly swallowed by a shroud of blinding light.

Seeing this, Yang Tian could only shake his head in resignation, truly at a loss for whether to call Meng Chao someone who forgot his pain once the wound healed, or simply a naturally thick-skinned soul.

Even atop the raised platform, the Great Shaman Priest Wumeng, who had come to observe, felt a flicker of curiosity stir within him and turned to question the person beside him.

"Clack-clack-clack..." I adjusted my pace, focusing entirely on the needle of the overlock sewing machine, and confidently, swiftly finished the edging. Then I snipped the three white threads and presented the work to my aunt for inspection. My aunt took one look and nodded knowingly. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"No, I know you drink. You can handle several ounces of hard liquor, so what does a little wine matter? Now that I've emptied my glass, let's see if you can manage half of yours." Mr. Fu waved his hand, his eyes fixed upon me.

By this time, the clothes on Li Tianfeng's body had been utterly shredded by the blast waves of their collision, and Wen Tiange fared no better; the skin on both men had begun to split faintly apart, blood continuously welling up from the weeping fractures.

The Moving Chapter has finally come to an end, and this author can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Tonight I need to outline the next chapter, so there might be an extra update, or there might not.

"Rest assured, it's not just that I am your friend—you, too, are mine," Li Tianfeng said, his voice laced with a rare tenderness.

She looked at Song Weili, a bitter, unpleasant feeling rising in her heart; no, that was not her own birthday, it was Gu Meng's birthday, and she truly had no desire to celebrate it.

What a joke—this was his absolute last bargaining chip for survival. Once he lost his utility, who could guarantee that the other party would let them go after obtaining what they wanted?

Screams from the crowd rose and fell in waves, persisting for over a full minute, until the host, Song Song, spoke again and many in the audience finally sat down of their own accord.

Now, Wei Suo would no longer strike rashly; instead, he deployed his vital energy, which was far more convenient than using hands and feet, governed entirely by his thoughts.

The map offered a brief description of the Blazing Flame Desert, with a heavy emphasis on its dangers. An adventure needed to have worth, but the Blazing Flame Desert held absolutely no appeal for adventurers because it possessed nothing but desolation, unlike the deep mountains and dense forests that teemed with countless spiritual herbs; thus, Zhang Tian also intended to bypass it.

Inside the Hall of Upright Virtue, the silence was as still as stagnant water, broken only by the faint, ragged sounds of heavy breathing as the scent of fresh blood gradually drifted through the air.