Volume 1, Chapter 45: Let's Go Back, and I'll Give You a Proper Injection
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Spread wide his hands, Ye Qiong announced aloud. As he spoke, the projector right in the center of the stage instantly shifted, replaced by a hovering black mobile phone.
They vowed that unless they were certain they could kill Yang Ruofeng without facing retaliation, they would never offend him.
This was a major taboo in swordsmanship. A duel between experts was akin to a grand army battle; one must know both oneself and the enemy to emerge victorious in every battle.
Seeing her calm expression, Zhenrong could not help but think: During these days at the Lian family estate, Yanjun was vastly different from before. In the past, whenever uninvited misfortune befell her, she would sit by the table and silently brood, waiting for the elders of the family to make decisions and pass judgment, never overstepping her bounds.
Who am I, anyway?—He had muttered this to himself inside the fleeing carriage. At that time, he had the opportunity to abandon Emperor Hongxi’s life and live in anonymity. Kim Sun-young understood somewhat. He could let go of himself, but he could not let go of those who had died.
He immediately flew over, only to find that this patch of ground was completely intact, showing no difference from anywhere else.
Characteristics of swordsmanship: Sword Saint Ganie's swordsmanship is characterized by simplicity, unpretentiousness, and killing with a single strike, devoid of superfluous flourishes and embellishments, representing the perfect combination of speed, power, and accuracy.
Feigning composure, Nangong Luojing rose to her feet. Taking advantage of the Southern Prince's low and downcast gaze, she widened the distance between them, retreating step by step until she was a few paces closer to the door.
Continuous echoes reverberated. Facing the three kings of the Azure Snake Palace, Ji Mo showed no signs of weakness whatsoever; the match could well be described as evenly matched.
Realizing that he had stopped in his tracks, Mi Lin also turned her head to look at Ji Mo, her gaze still filled with ultimate coldness and ruthlessness.
"We aren't leaving! Let's see what you can do about it!" Two migrant workers had long since received instructions from He Qi, and seeing him make a scene, they chimed in as well.
Yet no one within the clan had expected that upon assuming the role of the Sixth Hokage, Shikamaru would be the first to strike at the noble ninja clans within the village. Furthermore, the Nara clan appeared to be fairly high up on the hit list, which could not help but shock and anger many within the clan.
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In the original work, Naruto's learning time could be said to be extremely short. Relying on his special physique, he practiced day and night without rest. Such reserves of chakra and physical constitution were simply beyond the reach of ordinary genin, or even chonin—no, jounin.
The heavens and earth were bathed in light, as if the darkness had been driven away, and Lin Xun's figure transformed into the most dazzling ray of light.
"This harvest will save me from many future troubles. Even if there are alien Void Sovereigns preparing to ambush me, my life will no longer be in mortal danger!" Fifty to sixty thousand feet underground, the influence of the magneto-magnetic force was negligible, so Xiao Hua gathered all his thoughts back into his body and returned to the star-skiff.
Heshuyusheng made it clear that they would not send troops, and Ah Cheng felt utterly hopeless about the battle. Moreover, it was obvious that the morale of various factions was currently in complete disarray. Even if they were to force a battle, it would likely result in a disastrous defeat. Since that was the case, their next move became crucial.
In order to seize the possible opportunity of the Supreme Martial Golden Body realm, Muling and the others temporarily immersed themselves within the golden light, almost losing track of time.
As if heaven and earth were splitting apart, Tan Wu felt only a blank white expanse before his eyes. Everywhere were sword images, everywhere flickered sword intents radiating a fatal aura. His mind, soul, and every single sense were completely flooded by a mighty torrent of sword qi.
Many genin and chunin were still members of the younger generation who had yet to fully mature. Among them, quite a few might eventually grow into independent jounin, representing the precious wealth of the ninja village. Understanding this, Shikamaru naturally knew why Shiranui Genma’s anger was so evident on his face at this moment.
When Shikamaru changed into this grey uniform and looked at the staff members coming and going in the same attire, for a fleeting moment, he unconsciously integrated himself into this orderly and neat collective.
Ye Feng quickly glanced at the adjacent Goblin Commander, only to find that the Goblin Commander still had its eyes closed in a doze. It had not noticed the multicolored flash that had just flickered past, and continued to half-close its eyes and snooze.
"Don't mention it. Day before yesterday, my friends and I farmed it a few times. Since you happen to need to raid it, I'll just sell it to you," Lin轩 said.
Moreover, judging from their positioning, they were extremely professional, fully capable of covering every angle. Everything, including the entrance and the windows, was completely under their control.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, not even the chirping of birds could be heard. Everyone calmly and tacitly shielded Luoxi, leaving no possibility for the hidden enemy to strike again.
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Xuan Potian sized up the man named Song Qiang, and had to admit that he was indeed fine material for cultivation.
"However, leveling up as a blacksmith is far too slow. You have to spend vast amounts of money to buy raw materials and craft items; reaching the Grandmaster rank takes several years, let alone the God rank." Beetle was somewhat disheartened. Above the Grandmaster rank was the Guru rank, and above that was the God rank. The God rank was merely a myth; the thought alone made it seem impossible to Beetle.
Browsing through the items, there really was nothing here worthy of Luoxi's attention. However, Luorou took a liking to a ghost-artifact-grade long whip, so she picked it up to inspect it closely. As the whip was moved aside, an inconspicuous object was revealed underneath. Luoxi's eyes flashed, and she eagerly picked it up.
As he watched, Wu Yu began to recall his own theory from earlier. If his current theory truly applied to the present situation, it meant that this force had already begun to be counteracted by his own reverse force.
Because Ye Feng felt that getting married was something Li Mengqi needed to know about; otherwise, he would always feel a sense of guilt toward her. It was due to his own incompetence that Li Mengqi had fallen into a state of suspended animation, so until she woke up, Ye Feng did not want to do anything else.
The status of the five clans was comparable to that of the royal family. Each clan inhabited a respective nation, keeping each other in check while also shouldering the vital responsibility of maintaining the balance among the five nations.
Gathering his breath forcibly, Jun Yixiao felt the Saint Gate and Saint Heart—which had been compressed and nearly brought to a standstill by the terrifying gravitational force behind him—start to spin rapidly once more. They released a powerful surge of energy that poured into Jun Yixiao's body. Wrapping his battered arms in primordial energy, Jun Yixiao struggled mightily to lift them upward.
Although the Evil God successfully cast off the Corpse Ancestor's bloodline, it nonetheless left him with an ominous premonition.
As the white-robed figure danced and twirled, somehow she drifted close to Chen Taoran. Her fluttering skirt brushed lightly across his face, carrying an elusive, intoxicating fragrance.
"Wait!" Dropping those two words, Yimeng sat cross-legged in meditation, and a terrifying divine sense rapidly spread outward with her at the center.
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