Chapter 165: This Is What Professional Looks Like!

The purple team banned Zyra, and as previously mentioned, the black team prefers a farming and late-game strategy, so banning Elise, who gains strong gank and tower-diving power at level three, is a very solid choice.

On the white team, the top and jungle duo are their main offensive force, while Theking in the mid lane is a more versatile player, so the black team focuses their pressure more on the jungle than on the lanes.

Jayce!

The white team

He is not just a force with the Ninghai Army, capable of hard-fighting in open battles—he also commands the Tianxiong Army, which can hold off a hundred against one and crush bandit hordes.

Under these conditions, even if an Elementalist arrived, unless they had ignited the Fire of the Wood Element, their combat power would drop by at least thirty to forty percent.

“You want to know how Jia Xiangfu recruits soldiers and gathers supplies? I’ll tell you—but you must let me enter the Safe Fortress,” Bai Meili demanded.

She gripped Gu Ling’s sleeve with her blood-smeared hand, her chest heaving violently from pain.

Looking out at the still-raging rain, the water had already risen past the fifth floor; in a few more days, when it reached the eighth, he could release the aircraft carrier from the dimensional space and sail it up to the mountain-top Safe Fortress.

The entire town had fewer than a hundred households; Cheng Jialong paid a high price of several taels of silver to buy out all of them, and everyone was pleased.

Behind Judicial Island lies a bridge called the Bridge of Hesitation, which connects to the Gate of Justice; behind the Gate of Justice is a massive whirlpool, through which the World Government tightly links the Marine Headquarters, Judicial Island, and Impel Down Prison.

Moreover, the Sacred Relic Warship has been refined by the collective subconscious spirituality of humanity, giving it a far stronger foundation than any other artifact warship; under my constant, meticulous care, it will surely one day awaken a Ship Spirit.

On the large screen, Chu Niao’s friend list appeared—all friends not starting with “Q” were blurred out.

Perhaps because he had just been unearthed, Lei’s cultivation level was low—only comparable to the Four Generals, barely entering the Middle Third Realm. With such strength, he dares to think he can win against odds?

“Tell me how to do it.” After enduring the earlier flame-burning, Chen Tian did not believe anything could hurt more than being consumed from within by fire—he did not care about the so-called pain.

“Of course I know—that’s purely professional.” Zhang Wanli clearly distinguished between official duties and personal feelings.

This was precisely what Li Wei feared: the phantom summoned by the Mingbei could temporarily reach peak power, but the consequence was severe—if the phantom was killed, the true body would die with it.

The psychics gathered in Haicheng entered the city through various transportation channels—whether by air, land, planes, cars, or any other means.

Ling Xiao calmly looked at Ye Yunfeng and said, “Since you’re so confident, I’ll duel you—but if you lose, you must not only apologize to me, you must also call me Big Brother.”

“Only when my sweetie is unhappy will I die! As for you… who cares if you live or die?” Dongfang Ye had occasionally visited F City to see Tian Tian; every time he saw her being driven to madness by Ling Fei’s manuscript deadlines, he was furious. Now that he had a rare chance to annoy Ling Fei, how could he pass it up?

“Hehe, I look forward to Brother Lin also entering the Martial Master realm soon, so we can fight again.” Li Yunliang had already placed himself among the Martial Masters—Martial Masters would never duel Martial Disciples, which was why he spoke this way.

With Long Zetian’s words, the first to cheer were the two children; for them, this kind of common food brought less burden—which is also why Tian Tian had lately been choosing seemingly ordinary restaurants.