Chapter 40: Table Tennis

Su Li had known what she wanted since she was a child. She craved a life of wealth and leisure. To live such a life, one needed genuine skills—empty talk would not suffice. That was why she had dedicated herself to learning table tennis and badminton. As for why she chose these two, it was because table tennis is the national sport, and many organizations held tournaments; in fact, she landed her very first job thanks to her proficiency in the game. In that position, she hardly had to do anything at all, spending her days simply playing.

Yan Xuan sensed his state of mind and ceased to lead him by the hand, choosing instead to display her own movement techniques and follow closely behind.

With a single palm strike, the void trembled, and a hurricane twisted. A circle of terrifying, deep-sea blue ripples instantly shattered the dragon formed by the sword intent! Its head disintegrated in an instant, dissolving into a sky full of light particles.

The fundamental path of Zhou Zixiu lay in gathering the Five Elements. These Five Spirit Beads were the source of the elemental power of an entire world—a reservoir of energy that far exceeded any conceivable estimate.

When traversing deserts or grasslands, he could have expended his own vitality, using red rocks as a catalyst to aggregate the earth, stone, and sand into arrows.

There were only two possibilities: either something was truly lost, or the accusation was merely a fabricated excuse to target him. Clearly, Chen Zihao’s accusations were entirely unfounded, which was precisely why Ji Ran was so incensed.

Whoosh! Chen Fei stood motionless, but in the next heartbeat, he saw Lan Wuyong’s body vanish, turning into a blur. A massive pressure descended, and within that force, a sword radiance slashed down, fierce and glittering with black light.

Because they believed they knew everything about Chen Fei—a mere human, a junior of Ying Xianwu, and a disciple of the Yellow Hall—they felt that all these titles combined did not carry the weight of a single hair on Lang Ye. Yet, for him to jump out and cause such trouble, if not sheer stupidity, what else could it be?

After settling Zou Rong and the others, Zhao Qian utilized the Divine Footwork to depart the cruise ship and set foot on French soil.

As he spoke, his hands formed a mudra, manifesting a long halberd through the art of weaponry. With a wave of his hands, fifteen percent of the Law of Metal erupted, its sharp, piercing edge striking directly at the bald man.

By the time she left Qingshui Lane, Shen Tong was in high spirits. Instead of heading home, she made her way to the Baihui Hall.

This meeting included not only the senior leadership but also the direct and collateral branches gathered outside the hall. As they listened to Bai Batian’s words, they could not help but shout out in response.

Ju Zi rarely barked; when it did, there were only two reasons: either to reprimand or to command.

"Baka! Could it really be the main force of the New First Regiment?" Sanada Yuichiro muttered to himself. After all, the Eighth Route Army attacking Lingqiu City was truly too elite; their tactics, strategies, and combat effectiveness had far exceeded his expectations.

Up until now, the backlash he suffered had become increasingly severe. Coincidentally, the martial arts I practice happen to allow for the absorption of others' internal energy for my own use; the time I struck him, I had inadvertently helped him.

Now that the Crown Prince had been deposed and the brothers of the Prince of Changshan were accompanying the Imperial procession to offer sacrifices to Heaven, the Emperor’s actions were intended to prevent those in the palace from speculating recklessly about the succession. Sanbao, a quick-witted man, understood immediately. He agreed repeatedly and withdrew, nothing more needing to be said.

Once the token was activated, a silvery-white light swirled around Granny Zhu, and suddenly, a figure appeared within the radiance.

The medical attendant was so terrified he lost all color, kowtowing repeatedly to beg for mercy. Only after receiving a signal from Lady Liu, the Consort who served at the side, did he timidly retreat.

The Mechanical System felt anxious, yet it could not reveal the truth. With no other choice, it could only watch and hope the host would find a way out on her own.

Damn that bastard for bringing her to such a place—a dead end with no way in or out.