Chapter 16: Endless Reflections
Hua Yuntian was shocked—could the martial arts examination truly disregard social status? Was that even possible? Such a thing had never happened before. Since ancient times, it was said that the poor studied literature while the rich practiced martial arts. The martial arts examination had always been monopolized by powerful clans; talented young men from humble backgrounds had no chance, and eventually, they weren't even allowed to register. For those from less privileged families wishing to serve their nation, the only options were the civil service examinations or joining the army. Yet the dangers of military life were hardly a simple matter.
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At noon, Lin Zhaoxia carried her backpack, a baseball cap perched atop her head. Her profile was roguishly captivating, the slight curve of her lips laced with playful charm—every detail embodied an indescribable, rakish allure.
What followed was a feast of food and drink. When Ever Flanagan left, he was in high spirits.
After a few swift exchanges, Su Lie was struck by Yan Li's palm, collapsing to the ground clutching his chest, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
The group split for the time being. Following the marks she had made the previous day, Yue Rong pressed onward. She and Yun Lan had no time to spare—casting an invisibility spell, they darted back and forth through the mountain city on their swords. After visiting five or six locations, she finally found one of the key points of the formation.
When she heard this, Sun Yien was stunned. She hadn’t expected the punishment to be having Zhao Yi make a demand. If she’d known, she wouldn’t have deliberately chosen the wrong answer. Instinctively, she figured ten high-grade spirit stones would be enough to send him away.
She appeared in a dazzling red gown, a phoenix coronet atop her head, looking utterly stunning and beautiful.
Though business cards could be forged, many still felt a sense of reassurance when holding one.
Wang Zhen lowered his head to adjust the target. Practice required gradual progress, so he moved the target from twenty meters to ten. There were still seven rounds in his pistol.
He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Wang Zhen wave a stack of dollars before him, then hand it over.
Thor straightened up and nodded. He glanced at He Ping, who remained unconscious, and instinctively clenched his fist.
The soldiers who had completed their afternoon patrol were also waiting for Meng Liang’s group to return. They’d just seen a huge octopus. They’d caught one of those before; the flesh was excellent, and it had been a real treat.
The communications team of the Water Patrol Command received Meng Liang’s call and immediately reported to the division commander. The commander ordered Meng Liang to hide in place, observe the coastal waters closely, and if any enemy approached, follow and report at once.
Wu Yaqing looked over as well. He was, she thought, a decent-looking guy, and his car seemed quite nice. Curling her lip, she mused that Kong Lu was giving a rather thorough introduction.
As melodious music drifted from the heavens, filling the entirety of Nanyang City, the city reached an unprecedented level of excitement—a spectacle not seen in recent years.
In a flash, Ziyu appeared beside Tian, sword slashing downward. Tian extended his hand, using it as a shield to block the attack.
The moment Saturday saw Kane, he paddled over with all four legs, nuzzling his head against Kane’s pant leg and whining incessantly, pouring out his grievances.
Such a titled Douluo with this soul ring configuration—even at level ninety-one, with my own strength at ninety-three, I wouldn’t stand a chance. What’s more, I couldn’t even discern his real power, which meant his level far surpassed mine. There was no way I was a match for him.
"Your Highness Fourteenth, please return," Jiang Ranli was exhausted, not wanting to say a single word, not even a syllable, and certainly not wanting anyone to see her in such a wretched state.
As for prisoners, Meng Liang still believed they could not be kept alive. This wasn’t ruthlessness on his part—he’d already seen what had happened with the special forces. He had no intention of letting the island base repeat that tragedy.
She wore a loose, batwing-style white pure-wool sweater. Her hair was tied high in a ponytail—she looked less like a mother of three and more like a high school student.