Chapter Eighty-Seven: Losing Reason

On the path of martial arts, victory itself is the righteous way. Besides, all your vital points are laid bare—if I do not strike, how could I face myself? Physical strength is not everything. Remember that lesson when you are buried underground.

After Ma Wu finished speaking, he shot forward like an arrow. Under Iron Tower’s horrified, death-like stare, Ma Wu drew up his right leg and then brought it down with ruthless force, solid and devastating...

“Hey! How can you park like that? Can’t you see you’re blocking our car?” Tong Xingguo’s driver shouted, determined to argue with Geng Xinghun. At first, Geng Xinghun’s imposing height had made him uneasy as well, but the thought that Tong Xingguo was there too gave him plenty of courage.

So for them, the work of the screenwriting team behind My Own Swordsman was no longer about earning a paycheck; it was about making a name for themselves and building a real career.

Though they did not know why someone like their benefactor, a man who could shape the fate of the seas, would take an interest in a hotheaded youngster, since it was the benefactor’s command, they would carry it out without question.

When Ross finished speaking, Teacher Kai, who could tell Ross was utterly unlike he had been before, was momentarily at a loss.

As an agent, she was especially sensitive to these things. There were many pretty streamers on the internet, but entering the entertainment industry takes more than beauty alone.

That arrogant madman who treated people like weeds in the dirt never dreamed he would die at the hands of the ant he had despised—and die so completely that not even his body would remain whole.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked again, but all he could make out was the Pikachu mask, and he could not help feeling puzzled.

When she woke up, her phone was already full of messages from Xi Jun, asking when she would be coming over.

Mu Lei Electrical Company could also profit from this partnership. He felt that if he went to the company to make the request, there would be no problem at all in having Su Luo subdue a Pichu.

This filled Enel with pent-up resentment, but because of Ares’s powerful fists and feet, he dared be angry but not speak.

“All right. If there are no objections, I’d like to call this big fellow the Sixth Element,” Chen Yi said after thinking it over.

Her moon-white night robe had been soaked through with blood, yet a smile still lingered at the corners of her lips.

A fierce rhythm of drums thundered out, and more than a dozen men clad in Han-style armor, their faces painted with five colors of pigment, stepped onto the stage.

She cursed herself while steadying her mind. Looking at her sister’s troubled expression, she spoke softly, yet with firm resolve.

Only then was Yan Qingqing satisfied. She picked up a handkerchief and wiped her hands; blood spread across the cloth. She tossed the handkerchief onto the cage, ordered the maidservant to clean it up, and went to rest on a nearby couch.

Bang! Bang! Boom! Another loud explosion rang out, and under this strike, Li Shenhu’s body was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. At the same time, muffled sounds kept pouring from his mouth.

Xuan He had only heard Xiang Wuchen’s final words before he was swept up by a tremendous force within the teleportation array, twisted through time and space, and vanished without a trace.

Lv Qiushi said nothing more. He walked calmly out of Ren Han’an’s home. The instant a loud crash sounded behind him, he drove a fist into the wall of the corridor.

Still, plans are made by man, while success is decreed by heaven. Whether Zhuo Fan could smoothly wipe out the remaining members of the Ouyang clan, or whether Nangong Chu could sweep away the demonic sect in one stroke, was hard to say.

Then a large gray cat pushed open the window and came in, meowing a few times at Qu Jie, and Qu Jie meowed back a few times in reply.

His idea was simple: over the next three days, when he drove Liu Yu to work, they would go take a look together.

This time, the other side’s attention was entirely fixed on what was behind him, and he could not defend himself in time. A seasoned right hook landed squarely on the crocodile man’s nose.

Ge Qianqiu noticed something unusual. He realized that Huang Xuan did not seem to have used any offensive spell. Though he did not know why, Huang Xuan’s face was full of confidence, clearly feeling no need at all to resort to offensive magic.