Chapter 88: Victory and Defeat! Hei Zi Speaks! (Request Subscription)

Amidst the gaze of the crowd, the host Li Feng’s voice rang out upon the arena:

“Both sides, prepare yourselves! The battle will begin when the countdown ends!”

“10, 9, 8, 7……”

“1—Begin!!”

As the countdown ended, Ye Chen moved first.

“Frozen Ice transforms into blade sparks, frost descends in all directions!”

He held the frost-laced blade in one hand, formed a sword seal with the other, and swiftly advanced toward

Mo Yi Feng could not sleep, replaying every moment since he first saw her, analyzing why she refused to be with him.

“Prince, take them both away soon—leave me here alone. I’ll just have to become the Sect Master! Hehe, this is what they call the crow occupying the magpie’s nest…” Bi Lian laughed.

Then he handed the money pouch to Yun Er—everything he had saved from daily street vending these past days.

Yu Mei and Ran Taihang both sensed danger, but neither had time to react; darkness swallowed their vision and they lost all sense of direction.

This battle taught Xu Yi one thing: the more peculiar a martial intent, the more likely it has a unique strength; and the greater its strength, the more vulnerable it becomes to countermeasures.

Yet his prized fire fist lost all its brilliance the instant it struck the spiritual force wall.

Wang Bo, who exclusively served meals at the front counter, never trembled—always generous, he might even slip their kids a few boiled eggs.

The magistrate’s office had confirmed over fifty bandits lurked in the northern mountains, armed with knives, axes, and iron hammers; the town’s dozen constables stood no chance of suppressing them.

Ren Jiangchang always sought out Xu Yifei to chat, like this morning, constantly asking what she had been doing.

Added to the overwhelming sense of helplessness, she simply couldn’t bring herself to move—though thankfully, she had no intention of killing herself after finishing the game.

Such thoughts did not arise only in Chu Hong, Chu Biao, and Chu Jun’s minds; among the crowd gathered before the Shouhuang Hall, many shared the same idea.

Having finally seized this opportunity to plant seeds within the Xunwei, how could Chu Ling allow others to destroy it?

Though many knelt on the ground, their thoughts all focused on one point—even within the throng, some secretly glanced toward the ascending platform where the heir emperor stood.

Lu Youting held Lu Yanbai in his arms, still unprepared to react, when Ye Qingqing rushed forward and shoved her away.

This time, Jian Yue did not stubbornly refuse; she happily picked up a bite and put it in her mouth—the cake’s fragrance instantly filled her mouth.

But halfway through, she realized even she found it hard to convince herself—why should anyone else believe her?

Then praise him more often—once he enters society, there will be few moments as pure and joyful as this.

Liu Da, who had been too weak to speak even slowly, mustered all his strength and roared in fury.

Feeling overheated, Qiao Yina got out of bed, drank a glass of water, then sat at the table studying her reflection in the mirror.

To establish a family, a team of at least three must enter the deadly dungeon known as Bondage Forest, aid one another, exit the forest together, and suffer no casualties to pass.

Night had fallen, stars and moon obscured; Li Yi Hang could see nothing, so he took out dried rations from his pack, ate, and slept—tomorrow would bring solutions.

Song Mingting remained silent; another flying sword slipped from his back and floated gently into his hand.

“Domain Academy?” Mu Tian ran through every academy he had ever heard of in his mind—but could not recall such a place, nor had he ever heard of it.

The second kick to Hua Yuan’s back carried far greater force than the first—his cervical spine nearly snapped, his brain crushed into pulp, eyes rolled back, blood gushed from nose and mouth, ears rang endlessly, and he remained dazed for a long time.