Chapter 34: I am not leaving, I want a ride

The sixteen titled warriors watched as more and more challengers stepped into the arena. Far from being worried, they were filled with excitement—yes, genuine excitement. For them, every contest of the titled warriors was merely the beginning of a slaughter.

Matters having reached this point, it was nothing more than a blatant mockery to the effeminate man, something even he could no longer endure.

This formation was the only one in the "Human Scroll" besides the art of physiognomy. It was the very first formation Cui Bin had ever learned, but as it lacked any real power, he had long since forgotten it.

When it came to close-quarters combat, Cheng Xiang was undeniably ferocious. From the moment the fight started, he took down one officer, and without wasting another breath, he grabbed the guard and gave him a heavy pull, throwing him to the ground with overwhelming force.

The move Gao Changgong had just used to unhorse the bandit was the "Halberd Wind." It was not a flashy move, appearing quite ordinary, but a closer look would reveal that the area where the bandit was struck by the halberd had been reduced to a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Following the "Halberd Wind," Gao Changgong immediately transitioned into a "Formation Breaker."

It was laughable, truly, that the State of Xing, a nation capable of fielding a thousand chariots, was so lacking in warhorses. Yet, it was the truth. The horses needed for chariots did not need to be exceptional; stamina and raw strength were sufficient. Had they possessed enough warhorses, the State of Xing might well have formed a cavalry unit.

For the sake of love, even knowing she might not be worthy of Cui Bin, she was determined to pursue him and start anew.

Meng Kang then spoke in a slightly raspy voice, "I... I surrender!" The words seemed to drain him of all his strength, and his spirit instantly withered. He had taken a step back today to save his life, but that step had severed his path of retreat, for he had lost all his power.

The evening glow was like blood. The two had been fighting for a long time, yet the outcome remained undecided. It was truly hard to believe; they were worthy of being the first and third-ranked fighters from the previous tournament, the gap between them so minuscule it was practically negligible.

This signaled that, with the help of the Universe Mouse’s inner core, he had leapt from the first level of the Red Realm to the second.

Lord Ding, pained, lifted his leg to shake off Zixuan, but she had anticipated this and clung tightly to his leg. After releasing her bite, she sank her teeth in again with even greater ferocity. The Ding family had bullied her too much; she finally understood the suffering she had endured and what it meant to have a warrior as a husband.

Liuli pushed her away, but she could not bring herself to leave, pressing her ear against the door instead, terrified of missing any sound or sensing anything amiss within. She did not trust the great Lord Ding.

Elder Li held the black stone and made the first move on the chessboard. Chen Hao smiled slightly, picked up a white stone from the side, and placed it on the board without hesitation.

"Damn it!" Chen Feng cursed under his breath, his heart burning with extreme frustration. Since when had he been hunted like a stray dog?

Fangfei ignored her and screamed, "It’s Princess Changtai..." Before she could finish, Zixuan turned, raised her leg, and kicked, landing squarely on Fangfei’s nose. The action was fluid and seamless; though not particularly elegant, it was swift, earning a few cheers from the crowd.

Bisharp possessed high attack power and decent defense, making it a formidable match for Weavile. However, Yuli was no fool; he did not choose to have Weavile face Bisharp in a head-on confrontation, opting instead to switch in Mamoswine.

"Respected Mentor, I am an adventurer from afar, and I hope to formally receive your inheritance as an archer!" I knew these NPCs possessed high intelligence, so I made sure my tone was filled with humility.

The security guards stationed here were, naturally, martial arts experts of the Mu family, and they were long accustomed to the sight of the dead.

With these words, Shan Bin instantly became the focus of every soldier in the Fifth Unit, eyes filled with jealousy and envy... but no hatred.

After all, this was Yingtian, the capital of the Great Ming Dynasty. Security had always been strict, and the movement of people in and out of the city gates was tightly controlled to ensure the city's safety.

Gilgamesh looked up in astonishment, discovering that the arrogant red-haired youth was somehow hovering directly across from him, holding the Noble Phantasm he had just summoned.

To save their lives, most of the cultivators had emerged from the cave to join forces against the maddened demonic beasts.

Vast territories of the Corpse Blood Sea had collapsed, drawing cries of shock from the experts of every race. What exactly was happening inside the Corpse Blood Sea? The Ancestral Palace had sealed it off in advance—did they know some hidden truth about the place?

It was as if a purgatory had been born. The peak duels had just concluded, and now, waves of experts charging into the fray made the shattered landscape tremble.

When Lian heard these words, her body stiffened. She had never expected the other party to initiate a conversation about this matter.

Because Luo Zheng was pregnant, Bo Hancheng had naturally studied the relevant materials, memorizing important details, and they remained etched in his mind.

That Great Sage was overwhelmed, his strength sapped by this move that pressed down like Mount Tai, causing his internal spirits to shatter and blood to spray from his seven orifices.

Today, he had broken through again. It was not a breakthrough in the total volume of his spiritual energy to level 5—though he sensed that was only a matter of a day or two—but rather a breakthrough in the quality of his spiritual energy, which had reached level 6.

It was precisely because he had the keen eye to see this and was convinced of it that Wood offered to lead the way—aside from repaying a debt of gratitude, he also harbored the intention of using their strength to eliminate this hidden threat.

He let Feng Wei deeply experience what true pain and true terror were.

As for Tuta, he was both shocked and furious, his body beginning to tremble, his heart tightening with wariness. It was only then that he realized he had been too arrogant; the fortified city before him was not so easily taken, even with all the means he had employed.

Li Zhaoyuan’s strike was too sudden, too bizarre, and too swift. Even the five cultivators who had been watching coldly from the sidelines failed to react in time, and Wu Tao was already dead. Even if they had wanted to intervene or assist, there was simply no time.