Chapter 32: The Hanlin Academy, Where Talent Alone Prevails

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Originally, Ji Meina could have easily scored with a gentle chip shot, especially since the opposing goalkeeper was still on his knees and had no time to make a save.
A dead snake, reduced to a mere skeleton, was nailed to the gray, mold-spotted door, bent into an "S" shape.
The ninja troop of the Flame Kingdom suffered heavy casualties; nearly fifty percent were lost, another thirty percent surrendered, and the remaining twenty percent fled in terror.
Had the alchemist not been able to slightly sense the terrain beneath his feet, he would have likely tumbled countless times by now.
Just as Que was about to deploy Polaris to depart, a palpable source of malice appeared in the perception of the synchronization network.
"Ji Meina, you modern-day Chen Shimei!" followed by this angry roar.
The stone giant’s massive fist slammed into the shield with a thunderous boom. Although the strike appeared formidable, its momentum suddenly faltered the moment it made contact.
The dark-robed figure stood silently between heaven and earth, much like he had atop the cliff, though this time the Great Emperor held a complete golden disc in his palm.
Nishiyama Akiba had witnessed the duel between Dongfang Yunyang and Miyahara Kaori in the central arena. As an Imperial Shadow Guard, she had remained in the shadows. She had felt quite anxious during their fierce battle, and once it concluded, she quietly contacted Kinoshita Yukina.
Deathfaser stood before the window, watching the Xio Athos and Xio Aramis vehicles drive along the road below, a cold sneer on his face.
Yatsuri sighed; perhaps no news was the best news, as it implied that he should not overthink things and should not get hung up on the details.
Just then, Ji Han added a remark, and the "Madman Shadow" and the others were instantly overcome with the urge to commit murder—how could this person be so infuriating?

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Subsequently, Zhong Nan asked廖Qing'er all the questions he had posed earlier, while adding a few more.
Fukui Deqing immediately looked toward the direction of the sound with vigilance. A man dressed in black emerged from behind the ruins, standing not far off as he watched the pair, a ring in his hand emitting a blue-black glow.
It seemed that for this man in a tuxedo, who carried himself like a polite gentleman, murder was merely a game hidden within his cards.
"Alchemist Fan, you look radiant; some good fortune must have befallen you. Has your alchemy reached a new level of mastery?" Lu Tianming chuckled, offering a few flattering words.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The two exchanged blows, neither willing to take a step back, battling fiercely for three days and three nights.
The ministers looked toward the person in charge on the dragon throne, and the Emperor ordered Zhong Nan to recount the events publicly.
Mo Song remained repulsed by the combat. He let out a long sigh, turned his head away to gaze at the grass, and then refocused his attention on Luo Ting.
The other singers stopped as well, looking with envy at the lively scene around Lin Qihua. A hint of coldness flashed in Feng Qijun’s eyes; Lin Qihua had stolen the spotlight once again and was gradually becoming the most popular star in the national troupe. If this continued, he would be firmly overshadowed by him.
In stark contrast to the success of the top three scholars, Huang Zongxi, who had ranked lower in the palace examination, remained in a state of deep depression.
Ye Tian squinted to look ahead; sure enough, behind the energy-stone wall, countless lights were flickering.
The future hegemon of Asia will be our China. You may continue to rest on your past laurels and slumber on.
Walking into the lobby, Han Feng looked around for a moment, feeling a bit puzzled. Usually, at this hour, that girl Chenxi should be up for breakfast! Where is she?

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He felt the bedding, trying hard to see clearly, but everything before him was pitch black; he could see nothing.
Lin Qihua remained poised, smiling as he hugged each of them to thank them, offering a few words of praise before having the staff lead them inside, never once feeling intimidated by their status.
Xue Hao took out the Blood Nether Pill. Looking at the fragrant, blood-red medicine, he consumed it without hesitation. The pill melted upon contact with his tongue, and amidst the fragrance, a hint of a metallic, bloody scent emerged, with potent medicinal energy flowing from his mouth to his limbs and bones.
"I am bringing a guest to see the shop," the butler said, gesturing for Han Feng and the others to lead the way.
Besides, what kind of expert would go borrow equipment on the fly when catching ghosts or exorcising evil? Are you familiar with the gear? Is the weapon comfortable to wield? Is the artifact actually effective? What if you run into danger?
Zhen Yunxi didn't dwell on it, nodding and saying, "Thanks," before getting into Chi Mozhou’s car.
Liu Qian had only told him that her two brothers were in business and doing quite well. Who knew that "quite well" meant this well? Lu Yi had been genuinely startled when they first met.
News arrived from the frontier: the prince of the Wuhuan tribe had secretly crossed the border under the guise of seeking an education.
"I suggest we destroy the Varyag once the war is over." At the same time, Galarr’s voice entered Li Jie’s mind, directly placing the Varyag on the red kill list.
Click, clack... Donald suddenly pulled the bolt of his rifle with a fierce motion, his resolute gaze sweeping across the surroundings. The teams had assembled; they were the guardians of this city, and they would use the weapons in their hands to defend it.