Volume One, Chapter 28: This Man Must Be Truly Capable

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Su Qingyu had a superhuman memory, so if he said he had never seen it, then he truly had neither seen nor heard of it.

Turning his back, Xiu Tu had no idea that Lu Jia’s gaze remained fixed on the back of the target’s head like an eagle’s, until a moment later, when a series of thunderous cheers rang out from beyond the tent.

After all, a pervert was a pervert. Calling one a pervert again could not possibly affect him. For all anyone knew, he might even take being called a pervert as praise. Toto莉 felt that her father was precisely that kind of person.

That was what she was thinking and saying inwardly, yet on the surface she revealed nothing. She continued to smile sweetly, wearing an air of irresistible shyness. Any man unaware of the truth would inevitably feel that she was so pitifully charming that he could not help wanting to bite her at once.

But then Principal Wang remembered that Zhang Guangqi had previously told him that these two were his students, and his doubts began to fade. Judging from what he had seen, these students truly were extraordinarily versatile.

A male corpse who appeared to have been one of the outpost’s workers bore a wound on his back so deep that bone could be seen. The bleeding had already stopped, apparently because the effect of Angel Dust had worn off. After fighting his way here, the unfortunate worker had simply dropped dead.

Their mother, Madam Jiang, had also come to see them. She was both astonished and delighted by Changning’s sudden seriousness in cultivating arcane energy.

Two solemn salutes suddenly interrupted Theodosius’s thoughts. Looking up, he realized with a start that he had reached the entrance of the main tent. The voices had come from the two spear-bearing guards standing before it.

Perhaps this was not a matter of talent. She was actually a lazy person; whenever she encountered a setback in certain matters, she simply did not want to keep struggling. If she were willing to put in a little more effort, things might turn out very differently.

The air was filled with an overpowering stench of blood and decay, making everyone’s stomach churn with nausea.

All of Central Asia had become a wasteland. Within the borders of China, the Mongols had once intended to exterminate the Chinese and turn all the fertile farmland into pasture. Had Yelü Chucai not persuaded them otherwise, there might well have been no Chinese left today.

Tang Rongtang ignored them completely, while she was clearly too weak to deal with the two men. Instead, they lifted her out with ease.

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With a little over twenty points of magical attack, each blow against Pan Feng dealt only slightly more than ten points of damage after reduction.

If the soldiers of both sides fought one another, then should the city ultimately fall, the people would suffer.

The importance of this could not be overstated. It was much like the major calendrical problem everyone faced today, which had been caused by humanity using two digits instead of four when designing the information-age dating system.

Originally, he had no need to involve himself in the matter. But for Ying Chu’s sake, he was still willing to help them.

A Great Qin soldier stepped forward, raised the spear in his hand, and thrust it straight into the chest of the Xiongnu nobleman.

They had only recently issued a public announcement jointly targeting He Yuzhu. It was understandable that the other side would retaliate.

As soon as he got out of the vehicle, Fang Minghua began complaining to Lin Jie, denouncing how “inhumane” his elder sister was. She had forcibly dragged him away from the Fish Pleasure Hall, where he had been enjoying himself, just to make him haul her cargo.

“You think this was done by the capital’s powerful families?” Feng Yehan asked Bai Yuzhu softly. In truth, he was thinking of Prince Xiao’s residence—or perhaps the two men, Mo Xuan and Xiao Wang.

Yet from Guanshan and Shaanxi all the way to Hedong, they suffered defeat after defeat. They had no choice but to withdraw from Hedong and retreat to Hebei.

In the outer room of the private suite, rows of bodyguards stood along both sides as before, though there were far fewer of them here—only three on each side. In the inner room, Zhuang Sixian and Zhuang Mingju each had only one personal bodyguard behind them. Ke Shizhao, by contrast, seemed to have no one at all except the hotheaded Luo Shan.

“There’s really such a place in Huaxia?” Lin Jie curled his lips, accepted the business card, and examined it carefully. Sure enough, it bore the name of exactly such a place.

Li Yexu had already lived at the Cao residence for more than a month, and his abilities—or lack thereof—had long since become clear. If anyone claimed that the song “Qingping Melody” had been composed by Li Yexu, he would never believe it, even if beaten to death.

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He stood there blankly for a second before a shrill scream rang out. Lin Jie had unmistakably smashed his nose flat, and the spraying blood splattered everywhere, as though a dye workshop had opened across his face.

The cultivation of Landis and the others was still shallow, leaving them unable to resist this bewitching influence. Li Ling, however, possessed such powerful divine consciousness that he could easily remain clear-headed.

The group scattered in a tumult. That night had indeed been one twist after another. Grandmaster Wenjian had displayed his strength, while True Immortal Purplefire had coveted the spirit fire within him. He had been driven back after being intimidated by Murong Wuya, who had appeared in a single fleeting glimpse.

Ever since the Bright Dawn City army launched its assault on the Japanese islands, the fighting had not stopped for even a moment. The enemy might emerge at any time.

“Everyone, let’s eat together.” As the master of the Chu household, Fang Xi naturally offered them a warm welcome.

Having only just escaped the threat of the corpse insects and caught his breath, Niu Wufang suddenly looked up and discovered that, in a moment of inattention, he had already been surrounded by more than a dozen spectators.

Two special-forces soldiers escorted in a short, pudgy man. His clothing and appearance were those of an ordinary citizen; he looked completely like a man from Huaxia.

At his command, the special-forces soldiers took objects roughly ten centimeters long from their packs and attached them to the muzzles of their submachine guns. These were silencers specially developed by the Vanguard Army’s research institute over the past few years—an absolutely perfect match for the special forces.

By then, the Ridgeback Turtle had already lunged onto Alpha with a splash. But Alpha was not knocked down. At the instant control was lost, its pilot had driven his feet firmly into the seabed, preventing himself from falling.

The Soviet victory at Stalingrad had a tremendous impact on the Soviet-German front and even on the course of the entire Second World War. The Battle of Stalingrad was the turning point of the Soviet-German conflict, after which the Soviet Union began its counteroffensive.

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