Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Three Great Geniuses of Jiangnan No. 1 High School

[Ghost Face, Tier 2 Martial Artist, 19 Wins, 0 Losses VS Zhou Chang, Tier 7 Martial Artist, 45 Wins, 7 Losses]

The livestream room had an audience of over 3,000.
Duel Arena No. 10 was packed to capacity.
A steady stream of comments flooded the chat room.

"Ghost Face is actually fighting! I didn't see him fight yesterday, and I thought he was done for."
"I know this Zhou Chang; he's a Tier 7 Martial Artist and is extremely strong. The gap in their cultivation levels is just too huge. If Ghost Face's cultivation were even a little bit higher, I might bet on him. So sorry, Ghost Face, I'm betting on Zhou Chang."
"Take a gamble and a bicycle turns into a motorcycle! After watching so many of Ghost Face's battles, my intuition tells me he's going to win this time."
"The guy above is gambling..."

Meanwhile, caught in the vortex of the current situation, the Anchorage Corporation appeared somewhat insignificant.

On the other side, Qin Chen had vanished for more than three days ever since entering Mount Yuehua. This placed Yang Yue and Yue Jianrong—who had already notified the six major martial arts families of Mount Yuehua—in an extremely embarrassing and, above all, anxious position.

From an energetic standpoint, the heavenly and earthly spiritual Qi he needed to absorb naturally had to be greater in quantity and purer in quality.

Initially, Yang Yi and his companions felt that not bringing enough money didn't really matter. After all, since members of the Yang family were doing the shopping, the shopkeeper should at least show some flexibility. However, the other party simply refused to give any face to the Yang family. Yang Yi couldn't afford to use force either, as the Yang family's reputation currently stood at a shockingly low ebb within the dynasty.

A palm tore through the layers of protective shields they had set up, fiercely slamming into the mage's chest. Then, amidst the horrified gazes of the onlookers, the man instantly shattered into pieces.

Those who had originally only come to watch Sang Ruo make a fool of himself now had somewhat vacant eyes. As for the sycophants who previously kept ridiculing Sang Ruo just to curry favor with Duke Inan, their legs were trembling, terrified that Sang Ruo might harbor a grudge against them.

"..." Ling Xi looked at her hand, which had once again been bitten by Zheng Zumeng. With a helpless expression, she extended her other hand for Zheng Zumeng to see. At just a glance, Zheng Zumeng let go of the hand he was biting.

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"I remember my master once taught Senior Brother Pan certain cultivation techniques. Why is your cultivation so inferior and pathetic?"

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across Xia Yi's face, making it alternately light and dark, while his voice gradually shifted from flat to indifferent.

After practicing for a while, seeing that the sky had grown dark, Sang Ruo felt his way toward the stone slab in the flower bed.

Two of them held seniority and generational status as uncles to Haderong and the others, placing them a notch above Haderong himself.

She bent down, gasping heavily for breath. Due to running, her naturally fair cheeks were suffused with a rosy flush, looking as tender and lovely as a sweet red apple.

He pressed further, turning her face toward him. Then, his lips covered hers once more. She leaned into his embrace—tightly, tightly, tightly. The newly braided hair came undone once again.

A speech was indispensable, and for this step, Baixue handed the main focus over to Qintong.

Just as Fang Shen was wondering what the Heavenly Dao was actually trying to do, a somewhat blurred sound escaped her lips.

Although the lie she told seemed barely passable on the surface, she could clearly sense how stiff and unnatural her expression was while speaking those words. Anyone with discerning eyes could probably tell that her state was unusual today, let alone the perceptive and observant Master Guiyi.

Designed in this manner, even the most precious fruits would not be bruised by the bumps and jolts of a long journey.

This discovery startled Mo Lili, and she instinctively rummaged through her bag for her eyeshadow palette to touch up her makeup in the restroom.

Meanwhile, the elite troops that had closed in from all directions had also arrived. The blazing torches in their hands nearly illuminated the pitch-black night sky, casting their light over a battleground that had already turned into a river of blood. The sheer brutality of the scene shocked everyone present. With a loud *clang*, she dropped her sword, suddenly feeling a profound sense of relief.

If she let them make the phone call, she would be worried sick. It was better to agree to them first and sort everything out once they got out of this iron cage.

"General Zhuang! The Lord of Wuxin has been transported back!" Prompted by Fan Zeng's loud shout, Xiang Zhuang rushed toward the outer gate like a flying arrow. A war chariot had pulled up outside the charred gate.

"Driving a needle into the navel? How could anyone be so vicious to a child?" Zhao Ling was shocked.

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The executives at the scene, who had just been cheerful and laughing merrily, all froze in place, completely at a loss for what to say.

With a loud bang, the stone door slammed shut, fitting together so tightly that not even a sliver of light could pass through.

Thinking that Wu Liang had agreed to them, they wanted to give him some time to divide the people inside before coming over to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Since this livestream was not scheduled in advance, not many viewers were waiting beforehand. After more than ten seconds, the total viewership across the three livestream rooms barely broke ten thousand.

He leaped into the clouds in a single bound, wielding a sword as he rushed toward Phoenix Mountain like a tempest. Wind and clouds surged across heaven and earth, and the sky turned a deep, dark purple. The Demon God was wreathed in a purple halo, and suspended high in the air, he shouted thunderously, "Princess Longji, come out and face me!" His voice carried a vast, hollow echo that reverberated endlessly across the firmament.

Seeing that the situation looked ominous, Liu Yan quickly turned around and headed back; the skinny old shopkeeper simply couldn't withstand a single punch from this burly man.

Bu Hedong led his soldiers, sabers in hand, to tightly encircle the refugees who had just been bitten. Pushing and shoving one another, none of them dared to step forward.

At this moment, Gautama Buddha spoke up, "Fellow Daoist Guiling, we poor Daoists and others are merely observing the battle and will by no means interfere with you fellow Daoists. We simply wish to know whether the primordial world's premier sect is stronger, or if the numerous beings of great divine power are more formidable." With that, he looked at Our Lady of Guiling with a faint smile.

"Since my husband forgot such an important matter, I'll transfer it to you right away." Yun Guo patted his forehead, finally understanding Lin Jin's predicament. In the early stages of the game, how could ordinary players possibly afford the fare for an interplanetary teleportation? If not for carrying seven years of Genesis experience, no matter how Yun Guo played, he would still be a third-rate player.

Liu Yunfei gasped sharply. Even though he knew intelligence fees could be expensive, he never expected it to be ridiculously exorbitant to this degree. Viewed in this light, he would have to filter the information again and track down the components piece by piece.

"Buying spiritual herbs is naturally for consumption." Jiang辰 simply offered a brief explanation without going into details. After all, he had promised Goddess Yun not to let anyone know of her existence, leaving him no choice but to keep his lips sealed.

In the realm of chaos, Ye Canxue practiced day and night without rest. Unable to feel the passage of time, he remained completely immersed in his own elevation and progress.

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