Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Six Doors!

It was not that Chekhov was certain his opponent could not hit him; rather, he understood the rules of this life-or-death battle too well. In this world, no one could strike him—a moving target—with a handgun from seventy meters away. So, what was there to fear?

Mo Ziqi smiled without a word. In truth, every sect had its share of such legends, difficult to discern as true or false, so one could only listen and let it be.

His words made Han Xiang cover her mouth to hide a giggle, while the Carefree Immortal shook his head repeatedly. If his face could display expressions, it would surely be smiling as well.

However, General Stryker had used some unknown method to acquire Tony Stark’s arc reactor, solving the Mark VI’s massive power consumption issues.

"I don't know either, but there are three titles for martial artists that are generally best avoided: God, Saint, and Immortal. Those who use these titles are typically considered peerless in their specific martial arts. If one were to be defeated by someone using the same style, it would be quite humiliating, especially if the technique used was identical," Wang Yuyan said with a pursed-lip smile.

Rong Yan’s eyes were filled with affection, her entire being radiating a soft and warm light.

At this moment, someone was actually battling the Heavenly Dao within the chaos. They all wanted to watch the spectacle, yet understood that such a sight was not meant for them to behold.

An online media outlet, seeking clicks and traffic, plastered a sensationalist headline across their entire homepage, listing five full pages of "evidence" to prove the "black" nature of the weekend.

He pinched Poseidon’s chubby face to wake the creature, sending it off into the sea to catch some fish. Even if it wasn't catching fish for Zhou Quan, it couldn't just rely on handouts. With a journey ahead, Zhou Quan had to consider the massive appetites of the Behemoth and the Yaksha; they really couldn't spend all day fishing, so every bit of time saved was precious.

As she spoke, she held her umbrella over Lady Liu. Her maid felt quite disgruntled but dared not utter a single word.

Regarding Wang Jing’s request to go inside for a drink, Yang Ying and the others remained silent, though their slightly tense expressions revealed that they understood the implication of "going inside for a drink."

Thinking of the consequences of losing the game, he felt a wave of agitation in his heart. Feeling stifled, he couldn't help but loosen his tie. Inadvertently, he caught sight of Sun Yi, who was sitting with his legs crossed on the opposing bench. A surge of jealousy rose within him: this enviable Chinese man, how could he be so lucky?

These mountains might not be towering, and the vegetation might not be as dense as a rainforest, but for some reason, Li Botian always felt a vitality here more powerful than anywhere he had ever been.

Zhao Xi instinctively wanted to explain, but after doing so, he noticed a tall foreign man beside Sally. The foreigner was wearing an expensive Armani suit, his hair slicked back, and his gaze toward him was filled with provocation.

The situation at the Lotus Courtyard was indeed as the two guards had described; the number of guards was triple that of the garden. Especially at the entrance of the East Wing of the Lotus Courtyard, it was packed tight with over a dozen guards, all with cultivation levels of Level 6 or higher.

On a side note, Okita Soji felt quite depressed. She had originally thought there might be someone in Chaldea suffering from the same affliction as her, only to discover that the other person’s illness was easily treatable, and she remained the only one left coughing up blood.

When encountering such matters, as colleagues say, you must finish them off and take an extra month of paid leave.

Beyond these gifted individuals, there were also those with eyes and hands reaching the heavens who collaborated with the state. With such deep foundations and a vast territory, if the state’s attitude were not firm, any rogue element would dare to run wild.

"Oh dear, there’s only one first-aid kit; you should be the one to heal," Feng Timu said, picking up the rifle but leaving the kit behind.

"I just want to know how the Boss controls the direction and the ascent and descent of the hydrogen balloon. It’s just too magical," Gao Ming suddenly interjected.

The two had actually been on very good terms before this, so even with the breakthrough in their relationship the previous night, they showed no signs of it in front of others.

Before leaving, Zhang Cuishan intended to call Sun Lanlan to inform her that he was going on a business trip, but remembering the roaring he had heard that morning, he decided against it and simply left a note.

These herbs were extremely precious, the kind that money couldn't buy. He instructed Chen Wei on how to keep them properly preserved.

Zhang Cheng was about to follow Long Tianwei inside to catch a glimpse of the beauty, but with a "thud," the door closed, and Zhang Cheng was left outside.

Back in his room, Zhang Cuishan’s face darkened, and a cold glint flickered in his deep eyes.

"Is it so rare that even my presence is intolerable to you, Patriarch Qi?" Qi Xuanyi scoffed and turned to leave.

Chen Wei looked toward the man beside him, and Zhang Chengzhi followed his gaze.

Xu Zhiling’s words stunned Long Hua. He stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes, silently wondering: what kind of mother in this world would elevate someone else’s son while disparaging her own?

"Do you really want us to discuss how to catch rabbits with you? We haven't done such low-level things for a very, very long time, okay?"

For some reason, Hua Yan stood constantly in front of the pit, though Lan Jing’er could only see his back and could not see what he was doing.

Truth be told, just from his aura alone, one could sense that the Swordsman’s strength was formidable. At the very least, apart from his own father, no one among the entire Beast race possessed such power.

After saying this, Oliver looked at Lan Jing’er, seemingly wanting her to add a few words.

Lin Ming clearly saw Kenpachi Zaraki furrow his brows, his Zanpakuto trembling involuntarily in his hand.

Because when that legend first appeared, it was during the annihilation of the ancient era, when no powerhouse had the opportunity to seek the so-called "Nine Heavens and Ten Thunders" or the world’s only holy relic, the Star Palace.

"Alright, let’s rest tonight and pack our things; we leave first thing tomorrow morning," I said.

Zhu Junzi had assumed this rugged man was merely posturing and would serve her a bowl of plain noodles, likely either inedible from salt or completely bland. Yet, watching his fluid and skillful movements, he didn't seem like a novice at all, but rather like a well-trained chef.

Zhou Shiqing had long grown accustomed to Jin Yuanbao using his phone to look up information. Based on that previous incident of eavesdropping, whenever she saw him searching for information, she would simply float out of the room.