Chapter 13142 — Of Course You May

There was not the slightest surprise in the outcome—Mie Long blew him apart with a single punch.

The entire Skyburn squad was eliminated!

Inside the arena and out, a dead silence fell.

The judge who had favored the Skyburn squad, in particular, now wore a face drained white as paper.

The others all showed looks of sympathy and relief.

Among the six competing squads, by raw strength the Skyburn squad ranked second only to Mie Long's squad. Had the four-team alliance succeeded in taking out Mie Long's squad, Skyburn would undoubtedly have been the most likely to laugh...

"Of course you may—though it's a pity about the Japanese chef I just hired." Solomon Lobe's stance on this question was firm. Japan might have tens of millions of people, but Solomon Lobe truly did not care whether those tens of millions lived or died.

Those words were in fact meant as a warning to the Empress: behave herself and do not dream of seizing power—the right to depose or install the Crown Prince rested entirely in his hands! Yet in the Empress's ears, they carried an altogether different meaning.

Was it not said that a gentleman keeps his distance from the kitchen? And given that even Guanzhi's cooking was of that caliber, could anything he made himself possibly be fit to eat?

"Yun Qi." The moment she called out, she saw the corpse laid upon the torn straw mat in the clearing.

To survive—that was the common mindset of Jews at this moment. As for those Jews who died along the way, sorry: apart from their own families, there was probably no one to mourn them.

Chu He glanced at the scorched places on the Roc's body and, without another word, used his Wood Spirit power to heal it.

That was already quite a show of face. Even if Panama now had but one nation—the United States—recognizing it, Martinéz Silva was still the nominal head of state of the Republic of Panama; to draw two foreign heads of state to one's own wedding made Li Mu, among the wealthy men of this era, surely one of a kind.

Before Bai Yi could finish speaking, Stuttenberg had already launched into his interruption mode once more. But by now Bai Yi had no choice but to catch his breath—no help for it; after rattling on and on like that, if he did not draw a breath soon, he really would choke to death.

Who knew how much time had passed before the Ice Qilin Beast brought Chu He and the other two to yet another city—Wanbao City.

There came a clang—good heavens, the Kunpeng's sharp talon had actually blocked Tong Yan's Boundless Sword Art. Its other talon swept down hard, sending the giant sword Tong Yan had transformed into flying.

Xie Xiaodong did not look well off either. His hair, ordinarily groomed to the last strand with meticulous care, was now a tangled mess like a nest of chickens. Clearly his circumstances were not the best.

The bright moonlight shone over Ice Snow City, and this silver-clad, majestic city threw back a dazzling radiance. A gigantic lion stood awe-inspiring above Ice Snow City, imposing an invisible pressure on all who beheld it.

Tong Yan, collapsed on the ground, was overcome with weakness. He had thought there might be a chance, but now it seemed that the so-called chance had been nothing but his own wishful thinking.

Nami's notions and logic left Ye Fan and Meng Yao deeply exasperated. Then again, Meyer and Lani were, in her mind, enemies; reckoned that way, it was understandable that she would think of sacrificing herself to win Ye Fan over and do such a thing—but her way of thinking truly defied all admiration.

Wang Zhou stared stubbornly back at the captain, wearing the look of a man who would accept any punishment—but on this matter, he would not yield an inch. He could not understand why the captain, himself a veteran, would doubt Qi Feng, who was likewise a veteran.

Sword tip met sword tip in midair, and a crisp sound rang out, like a clear spring dripping in a mountain ravine.

The room was a one-bedroom, one-living-room, one-bath affair of some twenty-odd square meters, with no kitchen—one could only set up a stove in the corridor to cook. A typical crude rental in the urban-rural fringe.

The figure standing in the void flashed down again and again, keen cold light densely filling the air, mercilessly slashing toward Liu Bairen.