Chapter 375: We Are a Rookie Squad, After All

"Is it truly that severe?"

"Go back and watch the footage yourself!"

Li Changan said indifferently.

"During the next mission, I do not wish to see the same mistake!"

"Fine, I'll practice thoroughly when I get back!"

Sun Yang sighed.

"But honestly, our squad's results this time weren't bad, right? After all, we're a rookie squad; it's already quite an achievement to have reached this level!"

"Results

Perhaps Tie Zheng's luck held out this time, for his very first finger strike managed to trigger that terrifying power.

Seeing a Spirit Emperor adept issue a challenge, Zi Jingjing and Zhong Tianxin hastily led Long Zifu, Song Tianhan, Qin Xuan, and Lei Ao forward, preparing to deploy the grand array to converge their spiritual energy against the enemy.

The path ahead was rife with the unknown; at the very least, Feng Hao, who had struck from the shadows, and his father remained entirely unaccounted for.

"Why is it so hopelessly tangled? What could be interfering with all of this?" The middle-aged man muttered as he walked, a shroud of doubt gradually clouding his features.

Qin Feng and Hu Zongnan exchanged polite pleasantries before taking their seats, Qin Feng in the guest chair and Hu Zongnan at the head of the table, flanked by several high-ranking officers of the 1st Army, while an adjutant promptly served fragrant tea.

I took the kid to the beach yesterday and got sunburnt like a crab, though we had a wonderful time, but upon our return I remembered that this old man hadn't typed a single word yet, hence the disruption... This chapter makes up for yesterday's, consider it a debt, but I never default on my accounts. Theoretically there should be another chapter today, though the current progress stands at exactly zero words; I will post it the moment I finish writing.

"Why so astonished? Does that mean you also recognize the utility of this object?" This time, it was Ling Chong who revealed a look of surprise.

Leaving Ross Island and crossing a strait, Huang Yi and his companions finally set foot upon the Blood Moon Continent.

Setting aside the profound grief and heaviness of that meeting, Lu Li still had to endure the arduous toil of purging these undead; the Allied forces would soon occupy this ground, pressing forward step by step while researching a cure for the plague.

Such an environment was undoubtedly the darling of street racers, particularly those sharp hairpins, which served as the ultimate stages for flaunting drifting skills. Consequently, racing matches were held here from time to time at night, featuring sports cars and motorcycles alike.

Lin Guiyuan was instantly struck with terror, his very soul trembling as a dreadful premonition of impending doom abruptly suffocated his heart.

Such spectacles were bound to be uncomfortable, for the elastic cord offered no way to adjust the distance between the lenses and the eyes. Yet, upon beholding this pair of glasses—so austere they looked like a poor man's makeshift repair, barely kept in service through sheer necessity—Qin Liang’s eyes suddenly kindled with light.

Of course, this assumed the Sunsetters would devise no new stratagems over the course of the year, a premise that even the most optimistic warrior would never dare entertain.

Knowing he had no room left for retreat, Gav summoned a sub-dragon beast of heroic rank, quite an impressive specimen by any standard.

Tian Xian cast a glance at Amuronte beside him; truth be told, though Amuronte herself was entirely willing, she was unmistakably a token of goodwill proffered by the Golden Dragon King, who, to put it bluntly, had unhesitatingly sacrificed one of his own kin to curry favor and bind people to his cause.

The man who had mentioned him clearly had not expected Park Ji-hoon, who was so obviously lost in thought, to stir so suddenly; his voice stopped abruptly, and he offered a somewhat awkward smile.

"Are you lot even teammates? Is this how you undermine your own captain?" Within the encampment of the Third Squad, Qin Liang stood up in a fit of righteous indignation, his face contorted with rage.

"I never attended university, so I am no college student; to be perfectly frank, I never even set foot in a high school." In the face of skepticism, the finest recourse was not to flush with anger and engage in petty squabbles, but to deliver a striking blow with sheer capability.

"I stand by you!" Yuan Shanbao was the first to voice his agreement. After all, he had practically witnessed the entire history of the bond that had blossomed between Du Yuesheng and Kang Youwei.