Volume One, Chapter 145: The Cultured Are Different

Ye Zuguang choked on his words.
Then, he looked at Su Ningxia with a face full of astonishment.
"You're still a university student, an intellectual?"
There was no helping it; Wang Lang was just a private, neither a squad leader nor a platoon leader. Previously, no one had supervised him, but now that he was under command, military regulations dictated that he must rise and line up for training as soon as the reveille sounded.
Having locked onto so many clues, Tang Long furrowed his brows. This web of relationships was far too complex; yet, in the final analysis, he had managed to grasp the full sequence of events.
In the blink of an eye, everything within the Divine Mansion returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.
Hong Fei certainly understood Wang Lang; the guy was a man of his word and capable of anything. If he said he would go shout over the loudspeaker, he might very well actually do it.
Fortunately, the agonizing screams of the soul-body were not audible to just anyone; otherwise, the police would likely have been drawn to the scene long ago.
As for this battle suit, it was only after his wardrobe had been emptied that Feng Shisanlang recalled how his two elder brothers, back in their teenage years, had stolen their father's clothes and, to avoid being discovered by Feng Zhantian, had "framed" him by hiding them in the wardrobe of the then seven-or-eight-year-old Feng Shisanlang.
The Mad Wolf’s glare at Zhang Zhen gradually softened, and his head drooped like a dog cowering before him; his angry snorts now sounded more like an attempt to calm himself down.
They could not help but shed tears. Though they could not hear what was happening on the field, they could see it, and everyone present understood deep down the grueling training required to reach such a level.
At this moment, the pool held no water, for all of it had been sealed beneath the surface, replaced by a thin, solid layer of dual-colored energy.
Jin Ping'er clutched her chest, feigning a look of terror, which caused Qin Wuyan to tighten his expression. He quickly turned his head away, steadying his mind to suppress that primal urge.
Grandmaster Xuan Bei narrowed his eyes slightly; he felt a trace of familiarity about this man.
Duan Qianyao could see that Yefeng’s left foot was bent at an unnatural angle. She knew it was the result of a sneak attack by a visage with a cultivation level comparable to the early stage of the Soul Formation realm while Yefeng was battling the overwhelming swarm of faces. That time, his left foot had nearly been severed.
The members of the four mercenary groups present watched with extreme focus, and even those not on-site who were watching the live stream on the forums were just as intent; a duel between two cool-headed experts was truly spectacular.
Many people outside, however, hoped she would continue forward, as it was clear from the reflection that it was merely a small riverbank slope, and the River God Temple must certainly be just ahead of her.
"He was just here a moment ago, but I don't know where he wandered off to," Li Xuemei said helplessly. She had searched for a long time but couldn't find her son.
The two made contact, and almost instantly, the Skyfire Palm was shattered, exploding into a cluster of ghostly blue flames that dissipated into nothingness.
Seeing Liu Tian stepping forward, the cannibal ghost felt a flicker of fear, but Ji Chi—how could he let such a meal fly right into his mouth?
Even though the fatty had wasted so much time at this hotel, Qing Li had not once demanded they change to another.
Soaring through the air! This scene suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes, leaving all the Turkish soldiers stunned, staring in disbelief at the figure drifting in the sky.
However, Chen Yixun was never one to give up easily. Despite losing three-quarters of his health points, once he realized that Fang Datong’s melee combat ability was no weaker than his own, he retreated decisively.