Chapter 232: 226 Decision (5k)

He clearly sounded confident on the phone…

He clearly carried himself well during their face-to-face chat…

They’ve only just entered the honeymoon phase…

Yu Xing found his scalp prickling at Ge Zhijie’s performance—the core strategy of the incubation project was “strike fast to overcome slow”; if things continued like this, what was left to fight for?

He did not immediately voice dissatisfaction, but carefully considered how to handle this situation.

From previous exchanges…

Under the full-force strikes of Chu Yanran and Yi Jianfeng, both thunder apes died instantly—without a single cry, their fist-sized eyes bulged wide open, dying with unquenched rage.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng had long been dead; though its Dao fruit, legacy, and even the Yin-Yang Qi Vessel now rested on Heifeng’s person, without prior guidance, no matter how powerful the legacy, one must still advance step by step.

Without close observation, relying solely on ancient texts, one could never comprehend what “ethereal and undefined, neither light nor qi” truly looked like.

Chen Hang had spent several days with Jin Feng and Dao Feng; by now, he’d grown accustomed enough—not reacting like a man trapped in a remote mountain villa, nearly collapsing from shock—but no one would believe he felt absolutely no inner turmoil.

He saw Jingjing, light-bodied and graceful, her beauty dazzling; his eyes flickered with awe, frozen for half a moment—until he noticed her displeasure at his prolonged stare, then offered a slightly apologetic smile and bowed to her: “I am Feng Zhi Xi; my earlier behavior was impolite…” His voice was deeply resonant.

Clearly, her blank reaction meant she hadn’t even considered how to relax after the holiday.

Neither Mo Yu nor the Barbarian God had been able to determine the exact rank of this sword as a divine artifact.

Though there was not a trace of battle aura, when Cheng Feng spoke his final words, an unimaginable confidence and authority erupted from him; some lower-tier inner-disciples, upon hearing them, felt their hearts tremble and dared not meet his gaze.

Li Hengxuan’s face lit up—the Upgrade Pill had indeed been stirred by the Illusionary Dragon’s Cold Flame; as long as it moved, that was enough.

Su Xuan sat down, gesturing for the old man to speak; he knew the elder must be deeply troubled, perhaps even helpless—by now, he likely carried a flood of bitter feelings he longed to release.

Both sides fell into stalemate; Chiyuki Minami stood before Nanao, and the gun-wielding man hesitated—would shooting her disrupt the captain’s plan? But the precedent of his fallen colleague loomed; without firing, the mission was impossible.

Merely from these two points, Lu Yu could conclude that the scene before him was far from as simple as the man claimed.

“Can I come in?” Su Xuan asked, his voice urgent, devoid of any other thought—his only concern was Lin Mengru.

Qin Ge followed the bald giant, secretly observing his surroundings. Since entering the Intermediate Battlefield, his right eyelid had been twitching nonstop, and an inexplicable unease gnawed at his heart.

When Umbrella’s mercenaries attacked, had Umbrella Security not thrown all its strength into rescue, Liu Hongwei’s squad would have faced total annihilation; in truth, Umbrella had saved Liu Hongwei and many officers’ lives—deep down, they all felt gratitude toward Umbrella.

Qin Ge stood, clenched his fist, and punched out—black smoke trails instantly formed in the surrounding air.

The screen showed over twenty psychics at the U.S. sub-base attacking Umbrella’s armed forces, retreating while fighting; due to the presence of a third-tier psychic, their own casualties mounted steadily—scanning the battlefield, deaths and injuries likely exceeded a hundred.