Chapter 823: Fight! Fight!

“That’s not Ruan Ruan—it’s an outside-school goddess who looks exactly like her, named Zhou Gege, and she’s even a local of Magic City.”

Li Weijuan, always the most informed about gossip, immediately explained the situation to Zheng Wei.

She had wanted to say it long ago.

But Ruan Wan and the others disagreed, telling her not to tell Zheng Wei these past few days—Zheng Wei, who was having nightmares, suffering facial and neural pain, and unable to sleep because of Huang Shi’s dream interpretation.

This tactic was never discussed between him and Wade—it was pure chemistry. Had the “honeymoon phase” between Yiyang and Wade ended? No, their “sweet” days were far from over.

“Tomorrow you’ll face two top scholars at once—I hope you’re ready!” Wo Er warmly slung his arm around Yiyang’s shoulder, as if they were close friends.

She had guessed from the start that Xi Wanlai, spending every moment with Pei Xiao, would eventually discover something. Even she herself had been utterly shocked when she first learned the truth.

Mu Jing also directly controlled his line to prevent the fish-man from landing the last hit, while staying alert for the opponent’s barrel potentially ganking him. As seconds ticked by, Mu Jing reached level six first.

The commentator briefly outlined both teams’ compositions, and then the UF and BF squads immediately entered the match.

Feng Qianqian watched his drinking motion, a faint smile curling her lips; she picked up the bottle and prepared to pour it into the glass.

He Chenliu beamed, ready to welcome Qin Ting—but then remembered she’d ignored him for months, and thought if he showed too much eagerness or warmth, he’d lose the position he deserved.

After collecting the Death God’s “Flower,” Song Yun’s attention naturally turned to the Zhanxianhulu . Having absorbed so much death energy, he wondered what state it had transformed into. When he pulled it out and looked, he froze in place.

“Not that strong? When the Magician defected from the organization and slaughtered over a dozen experts, he was gravely wounded and vanished without a trace. But over seven months ago, the Hidden Killers found traces of the Magician in China—do you know what happened?” You Hun turned to Bruno.

“I might as well refine the alchemy furnace again—the lower-grade Yuan Qi furnace is still far too weak.” For alchemy, the furnace is crucial, especially since Song Yun is now refining a high-grade pill—no room for error. A lower-grade Yuan Qi furnace is still inadequate.

“Yunyang, I love you. No matter what, I want to be with you. We’ve wasted too much time already.” Hot tears fell silently.

It seemed the rain wouldn’t stop, so Han Miaomiao prepared to return to her office and wait for the rain to end—she could also organize tomorrow’s matters in the meantime.

Chen Tianfeng immediately relaxed—hearing that Lan Ruoying hadn’t seen anything, his secret was safe. He nodded at once.

A cruel, venomous smile curled his lips as he tightened his grip; the blade sliced deeper into Han Miaomiao’s delicate neck, blood gushing out rapidly, staining her white collar—grotesquely bloody, terrifying.

I bent down to take a closer look—it was indeed deep. Fixing it would probably be a real pain. If he’d just faked it for show, why carve it so deeply?

In each battle zone, a team composed of two puppet-beast war generals and two high-tier ferocious beasts launched a counterattack against the alien beasts.

Fen Jie couldn’t speak, glaring at Jun Jun, who kept her head down in silence. Jun Jun twisted strands of hair between her fingers, cursing herself for being directionally clueless.

He didn’t hate her. It was her choice. He just felt immense pain. Real pain. No hatred—only pain.

“Wufa, Wutian, each of you lead one hundred thousand elite troops—split into two columns and attack the Divine Concealment Alliance. Crush them in one strike—don’t give them time to recover.” As soon as Wufa and Wutian entered, Fan Tian spoke, handing them two command talismans.