Chapter 65: The Finals, Qin Feng's True Strength

None of this could have been anticipated—Gao Chengliang, the mixed martial arts prodigy, had been subdued in such a manner.

This was an elite fighter from the provincial capital's White Tiger Corps, an undefeated preliminary round contender for the championship.

On the fighting ring, Gao Chengliang's face was flushed red, and no matter what, he refused to concede defeat.

Yet once a ground technique like the guillotine choke is locked in, it matters not what kind of master you are; there is simply no remedy.

Seeing that the lock was about to be fully applied...

"Head to the village. The robbers most likely went into the village," Ye Lin said decisively, setting off immediately along with Wang Longlong and Qi Shan.

Fortunately, checking the comments below, although there were a few sporadic voices questioning the safety of the demonstration, the general sentiment was overwhelmingly positive, with remarks such as "This is true instruction, this is what's necessary," "I suggest a nationwide rollout," and even one comment saying, "The traffic police officer is so handsome, asking for contact information."

Yue Feng offered almost no struggle, allowing the police to take him away. However, just as he brushed past Yue Rong, he suddenly turned his head and flashed a grin at her.

"Uhm, shouldn't we all talk about serious business now?" Jiang Yuan, growing a bit impatient, took the initiative to steer the conversation back.

Just when Zhu Ping'an thought he was bound to receive a severe beating today, a roly-poly figure came barreling forward, spreading wide arms to block the path directly in front of him.

Right as everything was developing in a favorable direction, a van came roaring over at that moment. Catching sight of the police cars in the distance, it aggressively barged into the security zone. Bai Yu, who was responsible for rear security, hurriedly went up to check, but after a brief exchange through the car window, he let the vehicle pass, continually waving his hand toward this side as a signal.

The Thunder Dojo was actually quite decent as well; Thunder God, the master of the Thunder Dojo, and Hong were as close as brothers sharing a pair of trousers, so joining either one made little difference.

The location of White River Town was quite remote. Although Mount Bai possessed a nature reserve, the tourism projects here were rather limited.

To be honest, You Yu was not surprised by this outcome. The sixth senior brother aside, the seventh and eighth senior brothers had only entered the sect a few years or a dozen years earlier than himself. Beast taming, spirit searching, and alchemy were quite different fields that demanded vast amounts of time, so lagging behind a bit was entirely normal.

This sequential counter-attack by the three monster bosses instantly cost Twilight of the Gods several thousand casualties, with tens of thousands more left in poor condition.

For in that very flash, he had sensed the aura of death. The existence residing within the pagoda was unquestionably one whose power was no less than that of the Three Sovereigns.

Uh, no. Merely entertaining the thought, Gu Shaoyu immediately dismissed the idea of confessing the truth. Although he had not intended to watch, it was still somewhat improper after all.

Wang Fugui was probably frightened out of his wits, stubbornly hugging Gu Shaoyu's arm and shaking it while sniffling tearfully.

In an ordinary commoner's household, marrying any princess was still marrying a princess; either way, the status remained that of the emperor's son-in-law.

Yi Shuihan was astonished. Among the hundred paths of cultivation, any single path could lead to immortality, yet certain training methods were exceptionally grueling, with body refinement standing out as the supreme torment. Body-refining cultivators prioritized physical constitution above all, requiring the constant tempering of their mortal flesh—subjecting it to blazing fires and the excruciating reconstruction of shattered bones. The agony they had to endure was utterly unimaginable to ordinary people.

Given sufficient time, Jia Zhixin would certainly have been able to discern the truth or falsehood of this matter. Regrettably, the moment Sun Jincheng finished speaking, Gu Weilin walked in from outside.

Li Yu and Lü Zheng wanted to see him off further, but were stopped by Qin Zheng. Seeing the two of them walking ten miles to bid him farewell, Qin Zheng felt a stirring of emotion as well as reluctance to part. Cupping his fists in a salute, Qin Zheng said, "I deeply appreciate the profound friendship of you two, but please stop here. May we meet again if fate allows!" Qin Zheng spoke with ringing resonance, an unwavering steadfastness etched clearly across his brows.

"Er Mian, are you alright?" Rong Zhan parked the vehicle steadily, then turned his head to look at Su Mianmian, asking with anxious concern.

After washing my hands and entering my own room, I saw the child sleeping. Mao Mao looked at me and was still smiling there. I pulled Mao Mao over abruptly, kissed her straight on the lips, and then, like dry firewood meeting a blazing fire, the unspeakable scenes began.