Chapter 84: The Challenge Has Only Just Begun (3/10)

At this time, Chen Jingrun, Zhang Ke’s “great son” in New York, was also discussing this matter with friends.

There were very few Chinese in New York’s mathematics community; soon after arriving in New York to study, Chen Jingrun met Zhou Yuanshen, who had just graduated.

Their research directions differed, but this did not prevent them from becoming friends due to similar cultural backgrounds and professions.

Besides establishing a communication channel with Lin Ran, the task assigned to Chen Jingrun also included cultivating relationships with Chinese academics in New York to assess

“Because my life is hard-won.” He then pushed open the door and entered the imperial bedchamber, leaving Dong Chuichen even more puzzled. In bewilderment, he saw Qing Xihuan emerge holding the Changxing Sword, colliding with Yuanyang, who was just bringing warm water.

But because Lancelot had used this sword to slay the Knights of the Round Table, it lost its status as a holy sword and was classified as a demonic sword.

Wu Zhengyi nervously typed a line in Chu Fan’s tone on the keyboard, while Chu Fan gave pointers, saying he never used punctuation when sending messages.

Simon would never ask why; as soon as Eugen gave an order, he would immediately carry it out—this was one of his greatest strengths.

Six years ago, Ji Qingfeng had just taken over the Ji Group, and at that time, everyone was watching him.

Blackbeard’s rage surged uncontrollably; he roared, “Charge!” and furiously chased after Corleone and the others.

Zhang Shi felt awkward; the maids behind her were all stifling laughter, their bodies trembling.

She felt her worldview, life philosophy, and materialist theory had all collapsed—this was simply unscientific; she desperately wanted to curse.

Since ancient times, evil has never overcome righteousness. After being warned by arrogant black-clad men in the dead of night, the hot-headed Tang Yifan stayed awake all night. If he chose to swallow his pride, what difference would he make from those mediocre officials like Zhang Yaohua and Mao Ziqing? Though they did not collude with Song Daochun, their consciences could not bear it.

A loud crash came from outside the door; Zhou Yun Kai instantly went on alert, slid a dagger from under his pillow, hid behind the curtain, his eyes glinting with cold light as he fixed them on the entrance.

This Demon Saint’s peak cultivation was equivalent to a high-level Golden Immortal, yet still fell short of the True Saint realm; Qing Shuang was far, far too weak to confront Fatty.

“Go do it. I don’t want more people to be dragged into this.” With that, Chen Gengru closed his eyes.

“Hm?” Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi, who had been standing nearby, froze in surprise, then stared at his master Lu Wuchen with a strange expression.

The battle on the river ended shortly; flames blazed across the water, the Jianghuai army’s warships scattered and broken, all captured by the Twin Dragons’ fleet. Ke Zhong’s artillery, as if inexhaustible, bombarded the Jianghuai camp relentlessly, filling the air with rolling smoke and dust.

Turning through the sinister corridor, a grand hall appeared before Bai Xuan Su and Fatty; a staircase of blue jade led straight to its entrance. At the very front of the hall, a furry humanoid monster sat cross-legged in silent meditation, guarding the path into the hall.

Li Youlan glanced back at Zhao Zi Yue and merely smiled. This unpredictable fellow, who never followed convention, always brought surprises.

“Heh, Brother Su, what do you think of this evening’s gathering?” Wang Wei did not press further; after all, not everyone could take the stage—forcing it would only spoil the moment.

As if sensing her father’s confusion, Mochi Ruo Xiang quickly shook her head with a smile. Yes, it sounded like a fairy tale, but it was the truth—she truly was no match for that bastard. Moreover, deep inside, Mochi Ruo Xiang did not wish to become anyone’s opponent.

As Wang Xuan activated his Chaotic Body technique, his form vanished instantly before the Evil King. The Evil King merely paused, then struck at empty air—Wang Xuan was hit, his body destabilized, and he was blasted backward hundreds of meters.