Chapter 13145 — Never Twice

Hu Suan's earlier burst of power, combined with Wei Zhao's ground technique that had pinned him down, meant the Dragon Slaying Squad was no longer at its peak.

Judging purely by the wounds sustained, they had been beaten down to below half their strength, at the very least.

Judge Song, however, showed not the slightest worry. Instead, his face wore the look of a man watching dust settle. "Never twice—that's the rule. Against a fighter of the Dragon Slaying Squad's caliber, the same move will never work a second time."

"Judge Su, your Wei Zhao has gone about as far as he's going to go."

Su Qing took a sip of wine and gave an ambiguous hum. "Is that so?"

Meanwhile, in the arena, the Dragon Slaying Squad stirred...

From the way he had acted just before, it had not looked like he was in any danger, which made it all the more puzzling what could possibly be so urgent now.

They had, it seemed, still badly underestimated Ye Fan's strength; by their reckoning, Ye Fan was a soft persimmon, easy to push around.

He thought it over, and did not tell Yin Ruojun what was really going on. He simply could not be bothered to request leave for Mo Xi—if leave was to be requested, then Mo Xi could jolly well request it himself.

Later came the presentation of the Shen Corporation's five-year plan, with the earnest hope that the new chairman would not disappoint.

Faced with opponents stronger than her and greater in number, Bai Yao made no further move at all. She gave up.

He cast Qi Gaofeng a faint glance, then looked away, not a ripple of emotion crossing his face.

Lava erupted a thousand zhang into the air, and amid a great splashing roar a fire qilin burst out of the molten rock. A single step carried it to another mountaintop.

He had not expected the Red Armor's endurance to be so formidable—but a man who walks often by the river must expect his shoes to get wet sooner or later.

In that instant, the azure dragon weapon-soul sleeping within the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword seemed to awaken, and it opened its eyes.

"During this period I will remain under your surveillance around the clock. I will not leave. How does that sound?" At these words, the three Kingdra clustered together, exchanged a few murmurs, and finally nodded.

A flicker of shock crossed Ye Chen's face. His gaze swept over Bai Xiaosheng from head to toe, as though he meant to see straight through to the man's cultivation realm—but he could probe nothing at all. He felt only that his own consciousness had plunged into the depths of some deep sea.

Those now capable of serving as teachers at the Hanzhong Vocational Training Academy had to be, at the very least, poor scholars of humble birth.

Thereafter, the whole of Hanzhong Commandery began to grow ever livelier at the news that Lin Chuan and Cao Jie were soon to be married.

Xun Yu and Jia Xu could not help brightening at the prospect, and then found themselves wholly curious as to Lin Chuan's solution.

This cast a shadow over Old Zhu's heart. After he became emperor, the ships of the southeast were built ever larger, and only then came the later tales—the eunuch Ma Sanbao, and Zheng Chenggong's voyages to the Western Ocean.

But to research cement, cultivate cotton, and open new papermaking workshops—and most crucially of all, transport talent of the kind Uncle Wu represented—was desperately lacking. Not one such man would do; what was needed was batch after batch.

On the stream's surface all around floated rotted melons and fruit, the corpses of insects, and even chicken, duck, and fish giving off a foul stench.

A casual slap from Hai Lingchu knocked the teeth clean out of You Chuan's mouth, and at the same time it meant that the peaceful days she and Ye Chen had known had, in that very instant, reached their end.

Still, if the big fellow surnamed Zhu was a disciple of Yellow Maple Valley, then why had he neither been wiped out by the ghost cultivators nor fled with the rest of his sect?

All around was very quiet, so quiet that Anran could distinctly hear her own heartbeat. In the pitch-black night, only the light in her own room still burned, spilling through the window onto the road. In that dim glow the two of them looked at each other for a while, neither speaking, tacitly of one accord, simply gazing at one another in silence.

"A demon?!" Before coming to Blazing Flame Mountain, the top ten of the Earth Ranking had been to Lin Ling only a vague notion.

Just now at the Shengjing Hotel, Guo Meiling had seen Hu Zhijun go upstairs to fetch something, then pulled her aside and pressed this packet of methamphetamine into her hand.

He had made no particular effort to dress up, still wearing the same outfit as before—white shirt and casual dress trousers. If there was any difference at all, it was the gift box in his hands as he appeared before Su's father with courteous, unassuming grace.