Chapter 261: Lin Mo Cheats! Chu Wange

"Venue 4, winner—Chu Wange!!!"

Sikong Yu's voice snapped everyone back to reality, followed by a roaring wave of cheers.

"Isn't Chu Wange last year's freshman? How is she this strong?!"

"Who wouldn't say so? She's already made it into the top sixty, and her strength doesn't seem much lower than that Long A just now!"

"So she's another top ten prospect this year?"

"No wonder Lin Mo's squad this year can…"

"All those ghostly energies are spreading from deep beneath this foundation," Wei Ling'er said beside him.

But now darkness lay before Chu Chen—what difference would it make to cast a vote for him, granting him seven more days of life?

This wasn't the time to consider that; the sneaky man had been thrown down. Jiang Feng said coolly, "Are you all too cowardly to bet against me?"

He knew he would leave eventually—ever since that autumn morning when he first arrived at Puti Mountain, he had known! But why, when parting stood right before him, did his heart ache so bitterly, so painfully?

To be honest, Zhu Long had been so desperate just now because he believed Qin Zhao would never spare him. In truth, Zhu Long was a man terrified of death—he would never abandon any chance to survive.

The man seized the opportunity and closed in for an attack. Zhang Tian saw he couldn't break free, so he spun his longsword in one fluid motion, shielding his entire body beneath its blade.

These words threw the bosses into panic—in this life-or-death moment, no one was trustworthy.

Of course, Baiyun City wouldn't hand out Baiyun Tokens freely; in exchange, the Wine Vault must supply Baiyun City with ten thousand jin of wine each month. Xu Gencai agreed at once. Xu Yunxiao had demanded twenty thousand jin—half as much—so Baiyun City accepted it as protection money.

Seeing this, the cold wind's eyes flashed with icy light, and as soon as the words left his mouth, the overwhelming pressure of fortune surged violently higher.

"We must capture it! Get hold of this method—then we can teleport over long distances!" Leng Shuang shrieked.

"Lou my lord is one of them. He's upright in office, but too radical. You all know what the Da Gan imperial court is like now—I don't need to spell it out. Adding more complications will only make things worse."

Maihaer watched, his eyes flashing with cold light. That slash—even a top-tier powerhouse at Golden Core fourth tier wouldn't necessarily survive it, let alone one at seventh or eighth tier.

Following Han Wang's orders, the Yizhou Garrison and Tangyin Garrison have opened open recruitment, capable of enlisting at least three to four thousand soldiers. After one month of rapid training, the full force will reach twelve thousand.

"Is that really possible?!" The crowd froze, stunned—equipment could be activated to unlock latent potential? Wasn't that just like how cultivators briefly awaken their own inner potential?

Xie Cai still worried about his good friend Wu Yan Yue, fearing her rotten brother might be hunting her again, while Zhu Lang Ye's subordinates waited anxiously for their boss to return.

Then came observation: watch how those people used mana to cast "spells"—were they deliberate or unconscious? After simple classification, eliminate those who acted unconsciously first.

Mo Na Mu Duo's words made the previously resistant men all look up at him, their eyes filled with greed. They had long coveted the position of Great Clan Elder, but because Mo Na Qing's prestige in the army ranked second only to Mo Na Ci, none dared move.

Seeing the sandbag-sized fist move away from his face, he exhaled sharply in relief—if that punch had landed, he was certain his head would have been crushed without resistance.

Yu Nanzi had originally brought many disciples from his sect, but he had stationed them elsewhere, planning to lie in ambush and strike when the moment came. He never expected to encounter Li Zhichen and suffer severe injuries.