35 Discussing Martial Arts Through the Mirror

The tangled webs of love and hatred in school life are already fascinating enough, and that is even more true when the school in question, Yuki High, is located in Tokyo.

Xu Yafang subconsciously touched her right arm. The scar had already formed, yet she felt a faint, lingering pain.

King Chu was so angry he laughed. Seeing the Crown Prince’s helpless expression, he felt a burning urge to lunge forward and tear him to shreds.

At this moment, Monkey stepped forward. He had wanted to stop Shen Fei from letting him go earlier, but a single glance from Shen Fei had held him back.

Yet, inside the County Committee building, everyone present could clearly see Han Shijie supporting Guan Zhifeng.

An Qiyue let out a cynical laugh upon hearing this. Raising a child is like raising a pig? It didn't seem entirely wrong; it was even more expensive, and they would talk back, cause trouble, and force you to clean up their messes.

Waking up naturally, Ding Yang heard a commotion downstairs. Through the window, he saw Auntie Wu and the others rehearsing.

Ji Zhan chuckled, looking at Wen Zhuo with doting eyes, and reached out to ruffle her hair playfully.

He did not understand. His behavior just now had been perfectly normal. If she was going to get angry over this, why had she spent so much effort trying to push Gensho Ketsuka toward him in the first place?

The protective barrier on the ship, which resembled a curtain of water, instantly solidified. The eighteen cannons on the ship’s sides and the main cannon in the center began to shift; the dragon figurehead opened its eyes, and light began to condense and gather in its mouth.

Clearly, this Minotaur found the bait Zhou Yu had cast too difficult to resist. After a long period of hesitation, he finally stepped forward, and the moment he did, everything began to unfold exactly as Zhou Yu had calculated.

"Wait." Su Qi suddenly called for everyone to stop. They looked at him in confusion, then followed his gaze toward the window.

Amidst a chorus of gasps, the powerhouses of the Six Sects retreated one after another. Even the arrogant Tong Bufan wore a look of shock. Once they regained their footing, they whispered amongst themselves, no longer possessing their former arrogance.

Yun Fan had intended to decline, but the hospitality was too warm to refuse. He decided to let his guard down and drink heartily with Yu Changtian. The two of them bonded like old friends despite their age difference, talking freely until they were both thoroughly drunk.

Stepping slowly toward the right, he had barely turned the corner when he saw a row of rooms, each marked with a nameplate.

Filled with doubt, Li Yunchen looked into the distance, where a graceful figure emerged amidst the falling snow, gradually becoming clear.

"It took some time to avoid the surveillance of the Fire Cloud Sect," Yun Fan admitted frankly. Everyone in the Yu family knew that many Fire Cloud Sect spies were lurking near the Yucui Garden, though they all kept it to themselves, never speaking the truth aloud.

Neither wanted the other to recover their divine sense; both believed they could rely on their own physical stamina to defeat their opponent.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, a strange fluctuation suddenly emanated from within the motionless flames, an invisible force twisting and then consuming the fire.

Amidst the constant hissing, energies collided, creating an explosion-like effect, and a foul stench began to fill the air.

As usual, dinner was an unpalatable meal. But because she held hope of leaving soon, Xiu Wan didn't feel angry or pained, even though she had spent another ten taels of silver.

Mao Leyan was so exhausted she could barely stand, but no matter how tired she was, she felt it was worth it. Furthermore, she realized that she loved nothing more than standing at the operating table, snatching lives back from the hands of death. Because of this, the thought that she might never be able to return home filled her with a sudden sense of loss.

"There is no need to consider," Leng Moze said in a deep voice. If Ling Rong wanted a reward, she just had to ask; there was no need for him to deliberate.

As everyone waited intently for the shopping channel to open, eyes glued to their screens, they naturally saw this message.

What on earth was all that noise so early in the morning? Qin Botian rubbed his nose, wanting to go back to sleep, but then he heard another chair topple over. These little bastards were turning the place upside down! They couldn't even clean the outer room without causing such a scene; did they have any respect for him as their leader at all?

"My temper is going to flare!" Zhang Heng rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight, but Yu Youwei grabbed him by the collar.

Fu Yujing hadn't actually intended that at the start, but Bai Zhi had already begun counting on her fingers.

Once the meat skewers were grilled and the ribs were simmering in their reduced sauce, it was a pity that the Imperial Kitchen was so thick with smoke from the grilling that the fragrance was all but lost.

Qi Shuang mocked him aloud, but in his heart, he was puzzled. The power of the Ninetails' "Eruption" was already at its limit; without an ability boost, its maximum potential shouldn't have been this high. Yet, his intuition told him there was something special about this Ninetails.

Regrettably, the faint red phantom before them, aside from its rage, unwillingness, and roaring, failed to utter anything useful until the very end.

"Elder, are you alright?" The general of another hall seemed to sense the change in the Elder and asked with great concern.

As he spoke, a disproportionately large tongue darted from Man Jie’s mouth, licking his thick, coarse lips.

Deep inside him, there seemed to be a fire—a flame that had been extinguished for a very long time. The whiskers on his lip twitched slightly, swaying without the wind.

In the blink of an eye, only thirty percent of the dozens of Seven-Colored Sect disciples remained. Had they not been shielded by the aura of the Seven-Colored Hall Master’s Daoist artifact, they would not have escaped the fate of being devoured.

Amidst the applause, You Zishi smiled slightly and pointed toward the direction from which Yang Buhu had entered, signaling everyone to listen closely once more.

His palms moved fluidly, and ripples of time radiated from his sleeves and arms like water, spreading outward. Old Xiao felt, inexplicably, as if he were swimming underwater.

Tian Li fought with increasing ferocity, yet because his body had not yet reached perfect adaptation, he could only exert the power of a peak Emperor, and for a time, they remained locked in a stalemate.

"Ahem." Gaia gave two artificial coughs to hide his embarrassment, then walked over to Blake and, mimicking him, looked up at the statue of Dieijera.

I was in the middle of eating when someone suddenly told me this; I couldn't swallow another bite. It wasn't because I was disgusted, but because I realized I might have actually hit the jackpot.