Chapter 81: The Destined Heroine

“The ability to pinpoint other people’s sore spots is something I absolutely must learn,” Yu Baichuan said with utmost seriousness. “That way, I won’t have to spar with Quan Hao for so long every time.”

It wasn’t just the endless verbal sparring—Quan Hao’s defenses and attacks were both formidable. Sometimes, before Yu Baichuan could even get under his skin, he himself was already close to giving in.

How unlike Li Wanbai, who with a single sentence could leave someone utterly defeated.

“Enough, I didn’t do it on purpose,” she muttered.

The city stood like a mountain, yet it was riddled with countless shadowy holes, as dark as stone, oddly unsettling.

But even the iron armor on their bodies and the kite shields in their hands couldn’t withstand the fire of the flintlocks. Almost every pull of the trigger, every crisp report, sent another heavily armored infantryman to the ground.

The martial artist glanced ahead, only to find a long line, and could not help but smile wryly. Who knew how long he would have to wait for his turn? Fortunately, his elder brother had mentioned this before, so it didn’t feel quite as abrupt.

Liu Pan naturally understood what Li Tu meant. After a brief pause, Liu Pan activated his cultivation technique and let his previously restrained energy flow freely.

He was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, at the peak of the Martial Apprentice stage. Dressed all in black, a little short in stature, he carried a four-foot saber on his back and exuded a faint aura of sharpness.

“When will the Tower of Giants open? Should I send someone? Where is it?” Yu Buzhi was almost bursting with impatience.

“That’s beneath us! Just take it by force. With so many pirates here, not robbing them would be a shame on us as navy!” Lin Feng was speaking when suddenly he spotted a target.

Zheng Heng, having died and returned to life, was no longer shocked by much. Yet He De’s bizarre and tangled background was enough to surprise even her.

“Then let’s not stay here anymore. It’s not even a decent hotel. Why do you insist on staying here? Are you, Young Master Li, hoping to relive the old hardships for nostalgia’s sake?” Lu Gu Ke joked, biting into a bun and mimicking Li Chao by propping his feet on the table, grinning as he spoke.

The other classes weren’t like Qi Tian’s bottom-tier class; their English grades were decent, most students scoring over six hundred and fifty, with many surpassing seven hundred.

He was deliberately engaging in verbal sparring to distract his opponent, so the fire within them would burn more fiercely, spreading wider.

But still, there was no response from inside. Nie Wuzheng panicked, hesitated for a moment, then with a bang, kicked open the tightly shut bathroom door.

Alice’s ghostly relatives were still stubbornly insisting that people like Xu Siyuan—the scientist—were the elite of Huaxia, and social dregs like Shui Han were an entirely different matter, utterly incomparable. Yet, something happened that no one had anticipated.

In this atmosphere, there was no need for Xu Ya to urge anyone—the auction prices were already skyrocketing on their own.

Zhu Zhu blushed. Meng Fei bid her farewell with a carefree wave, not saying another word, not looking back once, speeding away in his car. Zhu Zhu was left standing there alone, dazed for quite a while.

It was the first time Jin Shunying had met the head of the Chen family, and his imposing presence left her too frightened to breathe. She had just watched the terrifying old man leave when another series of cane taps echoed in her ears. Startled, she glanced back: a young man had emerged from the inner room, his face equally clouded.

“I meant the designer’s office is at the same address—it’s convenient to handle both matters together,” Wang Peng said.

Feng Qian only snorted coldly, and dozens of ice walls materialized above his head. The silver lightning bolt shattered four or five walls, but its power was spent and it dissipated instantly in the air.

“Hello, do you know why I’ve invited you here?” the president asked with a smile. The problem was, he asked in Mandarin—fluent, precise Mandarin. He hadn’t spoken a single word of it before.