Chapter 119: I Am a Special Forces Soldier

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In fact, this Cultivation Technique was specially prepared for those who, due to breakthroughs or various other reasons, had suffered hidden wounds from the Heavenly Dao. Even among the top clans of the Sky Dragon Continent, such a technique was extremely rare; within the Ling Hao Clan, only he and a very few others were able to practice it.

The moment that thought sprouted in the black-haired youth's mind, he immediately felt his perception surge up from the depths of his consciousness like flames, radiating outward in every direction in an endless stream.

The Dark Court and the Light Court had actually been competing in secret all along; had the Earth not been about to undergo a cataclysmic change, they would never have joined forces.

But along the way they had been too busy escaping pursuit and interception, so for the time being, Xu Wuyou and the others truly hadn't had the bandwidth to bother with these things. After all, even if they evaded the scouting of these ordinary fierce beasts, they would certainly not evade the scouting of those half-step Supreme-tier fierce beasts—so why bother and waste energy for nothing?

Although the Miracle Era had been recruiting all along, a single decision still required a long period of weighing pros and cons for many people. It was estimated that a true explosion of new arrivals would have to wait another month. But the matters that needed handling right now, with the current manpower, were already hard to cope with.

After being fetched back from the mountain, Qiao Er temporarily stayed in a tasteful, spacious room at the Suxie Terrace.

They probably had no choice but to agree. Although they were certainly ten thousand times unwilling in their hearts… but what could they do? They were just too weak.

Ka Zu muttered to himself, truly shaken by Xu Wuyou's performance; the shock in his heart was simply beyond words.

The shareholders had no good options either, so they could only go from table to table, humbling themselves to apologize and beg everyone to wait a bit longer. Although they knew that the provincial leader accompanying Shang Yunfeng at the door was there, since Shang Yunfeng hadn't announced it, the two shareholders didn't dare act on their own authority to tell everyone.

From the musty, rotting couch came a weak, soft cough. Looking at the frail, ashen appearance, it was clear the person had been gravely ill for a long time; if it weren't for the faint thump-thump of a heartbeat, one would truly suspect they were on the verge of passing, with little time left.

After a brief moment of thought, Kong Fengwei narrowed her eyes slightly. Since you refuse to help my Kong family escape this sea of suffering, then I shall transcend it on my own.

As the fusion progress increased, the frequency and force of the mouth's opening and closing grew greater and greater, looking as though it was tearing and swallowing something in big bites.

Su Ge took a look around the environment and had to admit, the cyberpunk art style was indeed very eye-catching.

So the old man, seizing this very moment, set up this fake scenario—both to test the adaptability of his own descendants, and to see just what kind of person this one who came out of the Great Plate Realm truly was.

This time it was Su Yu's turn to be dumbfounded. Even though she had imagined countless possibilities in her heart, she had never expected it to turn out like this.

Just when everyone assumed Ye Wuyia would yield beneath the Pope's oppressive might, the corner of his mouth slowly curled into an arc, his tone brimming with mockery.

Zhang Ruyun had not expected so many hidden causes within, so he exchanged identities on the spot, and only then asked about Bai Sha Gang's second-in-command Yan Jiuli and fifth brother He Jinzhu.

The so-called "bond of brother and sister" might seem more solid than some empty-headed promise, but in reality it was even more fragile and unbearable.

Perhaps everyone has forgotten that Mark is essentially characterized as a "computer genius who nearly destroyed the world," while his good buddy Talma is a professional big shot who can casually assemble motorcycles and scooters alike.

The system even said: "Listen, listen—not just met once, but met several times." That answer was truly far more badass than any intel he'd dug up.