Volume One, Chapter 47: Born with Divine Strength

An hour later, Zhang Wenxuan, exhausted to the point of resembling a dog, lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

His clothes were long since soaked through with sweat, and his entire body was limp with fatigue, lacking even the strength to twitch.

"I can't go on, I'm completely spent!" Zhang Wenxuan waved his hands frantically.

Tan Yunshuang walked over with a cold expression: "Your physical condition is decent. It seems you must have done plenty of hard labor in the past!"

"If you want to continue learning boxing afterward, you can start practicing the stances directly. However, today's private coaching session has ended."

"If you want me to keep teaching you, you will need to pay again."

Zhang Wenxuan was speechless in his heart, too tired to do anything but wave his hand.

"For......"

"Not knowing what lies ahead is what makes things the most dangerous." Lin Tian was no superman; he knew his own limits well enough.

Once relaxed, his voice naturally dropped to the softest whisper, and his presence seemed to lighten by half, yet unwittingly, it captivated a vast crowd.

If Lin Tian chose this route and wanted to take a shortcut, he could cut through an alley belonging to a morning market. That market did not permit stalls in the afternoon, so very few people walked through there—only those looking to shave distance off their journey used it.

Decades were a very long time, but actually, for the members of Akatsuki whose lifespans all exceeded ten thousand years, the proportion was not particularly high. Yet Yahiko found it hard to utter those words aloud; otherwise, he estimated that—forgetting about Hidan and Deidara for a moment—the rest of the Akatsuki members would be left weeping tearlessly in utter misery.

Di Baobao, held in his arms, stared at him in utter bewilderment, thinking to herself that he surely couldn't be planning to slash two cuts across her face just to force that Zhu Qingyun to call off the engagement, right? But upon hearing the words of the two Gong family brothers, her eyes lit down.

"Nonsense!" Qi Chengwu and Shi Jie shouted in unison, terrified that any further talk would expose everything. Driven by murderous intent, they simultaneously lunged forward to kill.

Originally, Chu Tianxiong was under strict orders to be held in solitary confinement, but the response from the detention center was bafflingly bizarre.

He had not expected that although Luo Yixuan was a newcomer, she could immerse herself so deeply into the filming process, something extremely difficult for any artist to achieve. When he first debuted, whether shooting posters, commercials, movies, or TV dramas, it had taken him a long time to get into character. Compared to then, she was vastly superior.

Within the alliance, the island nation possessed the strongest military might and walked the closest to the Holy See. While the United States might be somewhat stronger in the secular world, once it came to the Third World, the island nation held absolute dominance and was currently acting as the host.

After saying that, Fang Anya hung up the phone, a cold sneer tugging at the corners of her lips. Entertaining clients? She refused to believe that Dongfang Yi's social obligations were more important than his uncle and aunt returning home. She was convinced there was some fishy business going on behind the scenes, something by no means simple.

"Reporting to the Marshal, the northeast city truly no longer holds any defensive value. All of our forces have retreated to Dragon City, and half of that army has already entered the canyon fortress," Ding Wu said, looking at Ma Jun.

The evening banquet held to celebrate the absorption of the Heavenly Dragon Legion into the Courage Legion ended on this sour note, but nobody cared. After all, the footage Song铭 had produced was far too horrifying; lingering terror gripped everyone's hearts, leaving them with zero appetite to continue the celebration.

Although He Qingsheng was the head of the He family, he had long since ceased meddling in household affairs, dedicating himself entirely to cultivation and preparing to break through his realm at any moment. As a result, he was largely unfamiliar with the identities of the guests in his home and could only rely on his old companion Ah Yan to keep informed.

He carried no weapon, but the Ten Heavens Nine Earths Supreme Divine Art could transform all things in the universe into a weapon in his hand. Though the material might be slightly inferior, the tactile feel was indistinguishable. Thus, Step Qianhuai directly reached out with his right hand and plucked a bamboo stalk straight out of the ground into his grip.

A more bitter brew helped clear the mind and stimulate thought; this tea of his had been specially prepared for the two of them, Qi Zhen.

Originally, when she was unaware of Qi Yao's true face, she had felt annoyed and helpless, not knowing what to do. But now that she knew the truth, that feeling vanished entirely.

Upon coming out, he had also thoroughly unraveled the ins and outs of the entire incident, realizing what kind of underhanded deeds that Vice President Liu had been pulling behind his back.

Wei Jie muttered somewhat blankly, as if talking to himself. Compared to the Great River Gang, Hou Liangsheng seemed the more likely culprit. Xie An's meticulous foresight had already reached a baffling, incomprehensible degree, and Hou Liangsheng was hardly any less formidable. Could this world truly harbor two such terrifying figures?

Qi Qingyang desperately wanted to ask him another question regarding the puzzle she still hadn't figured out, but Qi Zhen gave her zero opportunity to ask. Having finished speaking entirely of his own accord, he immediately changed the subject.

Such laughter carried boundless ecstasy, profound sorrow, and revealed the trace of helplessness and grievance hidden deep within his own heart. He had never wished to stain himself with the dust of the mortal world, yet troubles came seeking him of their own accord.

After finishing, Ming Yuan acted as if Sheng Ruosi wasn't even present, refusing to cast her another glance. Sheng Ruosi felt thoroughly aggrieved inside at being subjected to such sarcasm; what felt even more intolerable was the idea of leaving right now. With a final grind of her teeth, she simply dropped heavily and sat down right beside the man.

An ancient talisman coupled with the lightning force concealed within the bamboo shoots—Han Yi might have appeared reckless and flamboyant, but in reality, he seemed to have been constantly searching for this single opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to me.

"Shut your mouth!" Feng Guang kicked up a stone from the ground. It was originally aimed at Yu Kun, but the trajectory skewed slightly; the stone struck a tree, bounced right back, and smacked squarely against her forehead. Crying out in pain, she clutched her forehead.

Such a scene would normally be deemed comical to an ordinary person, but when played out between the eccentric couple An Xiaoxiao and Gu Chen, it somehow looked completely harmonious—so harmonious that even Gu Chen himself momentarily lost the urge to move.

One must understand that the maiden An Xiaoxiao was not actually walking around with an aloof expression all year round; she definitely had her moments of eccentricity.

"Is that so?" Feng Guang shifted slightly to the side of the sofa, making room for him. She didn't feel particularly disappointed; after all, with every single invitation she extended, she had long prepared herself to be rejected by him.

Some of the more powerful sects managed to acquire certain types of flying martial beasts. Generally speaking, martial beasts used for transportation were large, herbivorous creatures lacking strong offensive and combat capabilities, kept purely for carrying loads. She simply hadn't expected that Xue Ren was actually capable of laying hands on one.

Hadn't Star Trace always stood on high? Making him perform such menial tasks fit for servants would surely make him view this as the ultimate humiliation of his lifetime.