Volume One, Chapter 48: Leg Strength

Immediately afterward, Wang Tianjie personally led his entourage as they paid visits, one after another, to other venerable families of Jiangdong, such as the Yu, Wei, and Gu clans.

Whenever the two of them faced off, it was always after exchanging over a thousand blows that Lü Bu would finally edge out a narrow victory.

Yun Mu sighed inwardly, circulating his profound energy to evaporate the mist from his hair and clothes, then rose and departed.

Through this interactive teaching method, the trainees’ initiative and creativity were fully engaged, constantly nurturing their ability to adapt to various battlefield scenarios, so that in the future, they would become truly qualified military commanders.

Yan Ting’s whole body twisted in pain; more crucially, her current posture was utterly undignified, with none of the majesty befitting a peak demigod.

With that, three crystals descended from the sky, landing before Yun Mu. Instantly, a vast divine consciousness merged into his mind.

Especially when Rong’er heard that the Red Cloud was in fact the legendary sweat-blood steed, and moreover, Wang Tianjie’s beloved mount, her delight and admiration knew no bounds; she expressed her excitement with unrestrained adoration.

The great formation here was like an iron wall, while Yang Fan’s methods were like an awl; if he could not cut through you, he would simply bore a hole.

After standing in a daze for a while, I went straight back to our house and asked Li Buyu a few basic questions.

After learning of this, the tall man had once asked me to return to Dongxing Town. At the time, I felt too ashamed to go home and put him off, but unexpectedly, because of the engagement, I had no choice but to return early.

The doctors below cried out in amazement, their eyes turning to Chen Daoyu, their gazes filled with envy and expectation.

At noon, Fan Heng and the provincial leaders hosted Dr. Lawrence Heimer, vice president of the Boston Consortium from America, at the provincial government’s Wuxin Hotel.

Looking at these trainees, Jiang Baili, the exemplary regimental commander, once again sternly rebuked them, attempting to leave the assembly hall as he did so.

This was the opinion of many—after all, the film had been showing for a week already; didn’t the box office speak for itself?

“All right, let’s stop thanking each other… By the way, you came so early—aren’t you here to go over the press conference lines with me?” Chen Xiaotang joked.

Slowly making her way to the construction site entrance, she rode her horse as before, but after passing the stretch of road under repair, she insisted on finding a carriage. Clearly, this morning’s incident had frightened her considerably, and she was also wary of stirring up new rumors.

Jiang Sen and Yixia shared a silent understanding—everything was for peace, for the elders, for the grandfather’s wish. So they agreed to a fake marriage.

Those who serve the nation and the people often raise their voices, defy opposition, and press on despite difficulties—such are the upright ministers, and they are praiseworthy. Yet those who toil in silence, racing against time without complaint, are even more admirable. Han Yi was undoubtedly a man of both traits: when his calls to action went unheeded, he simply did the work himself.

Faced with Zhang Lan’s questions, Fury fell silent again, realizing that now was absolutely not the time for this conversation.

The adjutant and servants were startled, staring blankly, not daring to act—awaiting just one word from Bai Changqing.

Qiu Minghao smiled faintly; he had full confidence in Fan Xizi’s abilities. From her devoted performance just now, he could tell she had her own unique interpretation of the song, and if music and visuals were to be combined, she would handle it just as well.

Qiu Minghao quietly swallowed a few times to steady his nerves, then lifted his chin, straightened his back, and walked in with calm and poise.

From Liao Fuyi’s villa on the hillside, one could look down upon the Meixi River, broad and sweeping, the wind from the river carrying the mingled fragrance of myriad plants along its banks.

Liao Fuyi tossed aside the duck feather cushion, pressed a hand on Li Jianqiu’s broad desk, and in a single motion, flew across and landed squarely on Li Jianqiu.

He had never asked where Chang’an and Han Fenglin had gotten to, nor did he feel entitled to ask—if he were truly to be with Chang’an, such things shouldn’t matter.

“Do you dare leave?” Beichen Xiao, noticing her intent to flee, signaled to Qingyi, who stepped forward toward Ling Weichu.

When the carriage curtain had been slashed by Beichen Xiao earlier, he had wanted to glance back to see if Ling Weichu was still there—but he dared not. If he moved, Beichen Xiao would pounce, and then Chuchu would be exposed.

Looking at Peter’s newly appeared chakra bar—1/176—meant his upper limit was 176 chakra points, matching his combat ability.

In recent days, Wang Yu had barely slept, staying by Bobby’s side. Now, receiving the purple-gold gauntlets, he was overjoyed.

Cheng Zihao pulled out a detector, with countless killers guarding him outside. Ye Fei followed Cheng Zihao, searching for clues about the match in the e-sports hall.

Hurried footsteps echoed through the street. Eliphen pressed her lips into a thin line, unwillingness and self-reproach welling from her eyes.

Why did she come over? No—before that, what had happened to her to give her such an uncanny aura, as if she wished to be possessed?

Qin Lang’s gaze flickered; the thousand-seeking pulse swept out, taking in the general situation throughout the base.

“The Lord Mayor is occupied with countless affairs and cannot mediate personally, so he has entrusted me with full responsibility. Please conduct yourself accordingly; not just anyone can meet with the Lord Mayor,” the young guard replied with composure.

“All right, that’s all my questions. You’ve performed fairly well,” Tang Rao said to Weng Leibao.

However, as more of the protective barrier was stripped away, the number of tentacles increased exponentially, and the pulling force surged. When half was gone, both sides were locked in a stalemate.

Zorro smiled gently at the excited Ruoxue. He didn’t know why she liked him, nor why she had come to him so directly. He had once asked Ruoxue if she had known him long ago, but she never answered.

Tang Rao made his intentions clear from the start, just in case the news of Chen Tuan and Liu Mingyue’s breakup reached Xu Ruofei and left him embarrassed.

I was stunned, truly clueless. Though the instructor had said it more than once, the problem was, I didn’t know the ‘boot’ password—relying on me was no better than relying on a sow. The instructor, hearing my comparison, put on a stern face, crossed his arms, and prepared to take me in hand.

Ziyin paused, a flicker of surprise passing through his otherwise calm eyes. He remained silent, no matter how Qu You pressed him with questions.

No matter how Qu You asked, Ziyan always claimed guilt, leaving her both amused and exasperated. Seeing that questioning was futile, she gave up; besides, the secret manual had never been leaked anyway.