Chapter 52: Intensive Training Begins

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Hearing Xia Qiu’s words, Jiang Tang shivered slightly, silently lamenting that he had fallen into this woman’s hands once again. He didn’t know how long the intensive training would last, but at least getting through it without severe injury was a small mercy.
Yet there was a silver lining: setting aside her teaching skills and ethics, Xia Qiu was formidable. Under her guidance, he was bound to learn something.
He also realized that the ambush on the three of them earlier was orchestrated by Xia Qiu. The opponents watched from the shadows, likely taking note of everyone’s performance.
In contrast, Tanaka Makoto...
The elder shook his head. “Today’s events are my fault for arriving late, resulting in your child’s death. But—” He spread his hands helplessly across his weary face.
Actually, when Lei Mei’er and Jun Lan were bickering earlier, he suddenly recalled who she was. Although her captivating face remained unchanged in his memory, it was her arrogant voice that was unforgettable.
Over the years, countless people had come to persuade this rotating prince, appealing either to sentiment or righteousness. Yet none had agreed with Meng Qi’s views as he did—not that he considered him entirely correct, but he acknowledged his perspective.
At this moment, the second round of contests concluded. The Haoqi Alliance defeated the Obedient family 2:0. The Obedient Cat stomped in frustration but was powerless to retaliate, thus halting at the quarterfinals.
‘Spring’ Grass entered the room, tidying up the unfinished luggage. Lv Ziqi came over to help, and soon the packing was nearly complete. Lv Ziqi fetched water, and they washed up together, waiting for the others to arrive.
Shi Quan listened to Qing Yue’s words and admired the Netherworld Poison Lord once again—such things existed; he wondered just how powerful the master truly was.
Yuan Wei longed to find Chang Xiang and through her, locate Mu Hui and others. This had been his long-standing wish. Thus, he began inquiring into every aspect of Lu Wu City.
In the blink of an eye, Old Xie and Old Fan had circled the area, seemingly unable to find the people they sought. Being shadowy figures themselves, no ordinary person could see them no matter how many times they circled.
Though the disciple frowned in apparent frustration at the journey, his heart throbbed with excitement because before Meng Qi’s departure, he had whispered to him to return here at midnight.

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Even Zhuang Feng was crippled by others—now that he was embarking on this path anew, why would mercy be necessary?
Listening to Wendi’s chant, Luo Yu fell silent, a twinge of pity for the Wind Demon Dragon stirring within.
Martial artists possess hearing far keener than ordinary folk. He immediately set down his cup and rose to leave.
Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to Lin Feng, puzzled how he could have a friend as formidable as Qin Tianhao.
Therefore, except when dealing with Lucille, Negan had long conditioned himself to fight on instinct, always alert to any movement within his sensory range.
Blessed with precise talent, Negan considered his knife skills no worse than that of the legendary butcher known for dissecting oxen.
Her figure differed greatly from Qin Huilan’s, so she did not disguise herself as her but posed as a black-clad figure.
Lin Feng’s expression remained calm as he extended his right hand, pointing at the flying dagger. With a loud “bang,” the dagger shattered under his inner force.
Linghu Chan swung her sword sharply, the dazzling blade slicing through the darkness, aimed straight at the palace gate guard in the distance.
Ke Qing gritted her teeth, ready to draw her sword from the spatial portal to strike behind her, when suddenly she felt herself lifted into the air by a familiar figure.
Practically all the best items in the garden had been sent over. If Qiao Wutong hadn’t warned several times, the village head and others might have been preparing food daily according to the whims of a few children.
Tian Nuanyu scanned the spacious private room—three walls were plain white, one was a floor-to-ceiling transparent glass wall, revealing an unobstructed view of the night scene outside.
The initial show of force was to let her understand her true status before entering the Han family.

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Though An Bei was the chieftain of the Barbarian tribe, faced with fourteen elders, he was merely a puppet, a fool easily manipulated and exploited. Seeing Bei Jing’s fury, An Bei trembled and said, “We... will... perform the ritual for the Black Dragon God... coming soon.”
“Everyone, please sit. Order whatever you like. Nuanyu, since this is the first time you’ve brought friends, this meal is on Uncle Yan. Don’t be polite,” Uncle Yan greeted with a warm smile.
He firmly believed that Murong’s psyche was sound; even if there were issues, they weren’t severe enough to require a psychologist.
Upon hearing this, Murong nodded. Though she hadn’t worked much today, shopping with Song Keke had tired her out, so going home early to rest was the wisest choice.
Seeing Luo Chong safe and sound, the furious and ashamed Xinglong lashed out, crawling on all fours and lunging toward the crowd.
Moreover, Murong suddenly felt that her earlier question had been foolish. Based on past experience, Zhai Mo likely needed only a glance or a gesture to know her every move; the next moment, someone would surely report her situation.
If it was only about fasting, Luo Chong could manage. After all, his body was now far superior to ordinary men, with the aid of elixirs.
Lv Yao was about to continue speaking when Sikong Han, having finished his call, returned and called softly to Yu Yun, who stood by his side. Lv Yao stopped, watching the handsome man, half a head taller, embrace Yu Yun intimately and naturally; a sudden chill ran through his heart.
“My status compared to yours is extraordinarily ordinary,” Su Mo said lightly, continuing to hold the cup of red tea. It had to be said, Ding Yan’s teas were rare varieties, perfectly to Su Mo’s liking.
Her exquisite features, proud demeanor, upright figure, with eyes alternating between seductive and noble expressions, ignited passion in many guests’ hearts.