Chapter Sixty: The Third Person — [Ultimate Martial Arts from Polishing Fate]

There was only a single rifle on board, usually kept by the captain, and every bullet had to be accounted for and reported. Flustered and at his wits' end, he ordered his son to raise the gun and fire two shots toward the distant rowing boat.

As soon as the wine entered the mouth, a sweet fragrance lingered between the lips and teeth, leaving a boundless aftertaste. Then, a wisp of the liquor transformed into a pure stream of spiritual energy, circulating within the body.

This was indeed a matter of great importance. Everyone needed to figure out a set of talking points, especially regarding their ages. Moreover, although it was uncertain how long they would live in the future, they certainly couldn't just casually go around boasting that they could live for several centuries, could they?

Xu Xiao was already feeling quite irritated at heart, and he no longer bothered to be polite with them. He snatched the handcuffs right out of their hands and hurled them far away into the neighboring garden.

They had to constantly be on guard against evil spirits breaking in from the outside and repel them. While they could physically manage to hold out for a short while, maintaining such a high level of vigilance and constantly paying attention to the movements of these specters took a tremendous toll on their mental energy.

Even though the defense line was in a precarious state, our brave Chinese soldiers showed not the slightest trace of fear. They still fought the devils' advance with every ounce of their strength, using their own blood and even their lives to block the enemy's path forward.

Zeliu Kong's spatial chains could lock down all things. Never before had any cultivator been able to snap the chains, nor had anyone ever managed to break free from them as effortlessly as Zhang Bin.

With that, the man in hunting attire changed his hand gestures, his lips moved, and he silently chanted the incantation he had prepared long ago.

Having entered this place for several months without catching a glimpse of Chu Yixian and the other two, he dared not imagine what might happen to them. Yet, if he remained trapped like this, he might truly end up perishing amidst this endless expanse of spatial turbulence.

Angry roars echoed through the chaos from time to time. Someone seemed to be in deep seclusion, only to be jolted awake, flying into a towering rage.

The latter's expression changed drastically. As he looked at Shi Dongji, it was as if he were staring at a demon born straight from hell, his eyes filled with absolute terror.

Taiwei couldn't help but think that her old man had quite a grand reputation—even Yang Jue had come to burn incense and bid him farewell.

"My turn, draw a card!" Though instantly flipped from a position of advantage to a disadvantage, Seto Kaiba did not waver in his conviction for a moment. He drew a new card from his deck, fully prepared for a fresh round of battle at any second.

One of these two cities was a mining town, while the other was an agricultural city, with very little communication between them.

Kim Taeyeon stared blankly at the screen. The other person seemed to have deliberately delayed closing the dialogue box for a moment, just to let her finish reading it.

Clutching her empty money pouch, Taiwei felt her consciousness drifting away as she gave a gentle nod and uttered a single word: "Deal."

"Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he is able to relentlessly charge toward the throne of the world's greatest swordsman. Who can truly untangle the gains and losses of a person's life?" Ye Qiong shook his head and said.

However, from the probing just now, it was also clear that this fellow was extremely cunning. Trying to make him talk would be no easy task.

On the third day, Xia Yu faced Wu Bijun. Wu Bijun proposed a wager against Xia Yu, stating that if she won, the Wuchen sword would be returned to her. Xia Yu agreed, and in the end, Xia Yu won with ease.

Looking at Li Jun's retreating figure, Zhang Weihong felt a wave of bitter regret as she thought of the words she had accidentally blundered out earlier while drunk.

Wang Shuai was dead, and he died with utmost resentment. His eyes were wide open, filled with an expression of sheer horror—he died with his eyes unclosed in grievance.

The chieftain of the Elven race stared blankly at all this, his heart heavy with helplessness. His homeland had been destroyed, and in his old age, he no longer wished to endure the hardships of wandering; he only wanted to return to his roots and rest in peace upon this very land.

For this patient, acupuncture was clearly a fine method, but if immediate results were desired, some drastic measures had to be taken.

"I never expected that wasn't your true face, and that your real appearance would be so breathtakingly beautiful!" Recovering from her astonishment, Xing Honglian looked at Gong Qianye with a complex expression in her eyes.

Whatever the Li family, whatever the Medicine King Valley, whatever the igneous fire pearls, whatever the subterranean collapse—all of it was cast to the back of his mind.

Inside the Porsche, Li Xiaoyao told Liu Jing about moving house, but his excuse was that he was helping a friend watch the property, rather than mentioning that Li Sanbai had let him stay there.

Looking at the mountain of corpses before him, Wang Ba was utterly certain that these individuals were none of them other than Inoue and his elite ninja subordinates.

Xu Yuan did not take the matter concerning the Wu brothers to heart; right now, he was simply waiting for old man Hu to sign the papers.

"Tell me, what did you see just now?" Mufan pressed the Guiyuan blade against Zhao Chenghe's neck and threatened him.

In the dead of night, several of them each opened a room to sleep in, but Yin Linglong stubbornly insisted on squeezing into the same room as Nie Feng.

Possessing such advanced mecha-manufacturing technology while still relying on such low-end projectile weapons seemed utterly bizarre in an era where energy-weapon technology was extremely mature. Was it dictated by circumstances, or was it deliberately done for some specific reason?

"Reporting to Elder Sun, this person looks extremely similar to a disciple of our sect from back then, and his name is identical as well, therefore..." Fan Yi glanced at Zhang Yi, pausing without finishing his sentence.

"He's already waiting for us over there," Su Zige replied, while silently pondering what on earth Xing Ruogu was going to show Yan Qing.

A slight sense of unease stirred in his heart. There was no one in his room on the third floor, and the only sound coming from Su Xing's room was his snoring. He wanted to make a call to check on him, but was afraid he was just worrying over nothing.

"Initiate the virtual reality simulation system." Everyone, having made all necessary preparations, operated the machinery before them in an orderly fashion.

Rong Yixia seemed not to hear what the Sect Master had said; he only struggled frantically, gazing with eager eyes toward Yan Qing's direction, hoping she would save him.

Therefore, even though there was still lingering resentment in their hearts toward Zhang Yi, they couldn't help but cheer for him and rejoice with him, because this time, the honor belonged to the entire Chunhuo Sect.

"Insulted?!" Even though she had already guessed it, when Su Zige heard Yan Qing utter those two words with her own ears, the killing intent in her heart could no longer be contained.

Regardless of total numbers or the count of powerful fighters, they were completely overwhelmed by the enemy. They knew that grim fortune awaited them this time, yet every single one of them still wore a fearless expression.