He must become a sword.

A heavy fist landed on the big man's belly, sending waves through the fat on his stomach, but ultimately, that trembling flesh could not absorb the force of an attack as mighty as a god's blow.

Zhang Zhetian was also on this list of five hundred people. He was the only player from RB Leipzig to make the cut, but he was representing Germany, not China, making him one of over thirty German stars on the roster—and also the youngest among them.

Lan Xing'er followed Jun Mochen's pointing finger and saw a dazzling array of colorful, radiant fruits, so enticing that she couldn't help but salivate.

She lifted her eyes, searching for Qin Wuyan. When her gaze finally settled on the person reclining against the head of the bed, dressed in a long robe of pale jade, hair cascading like a waterfall over his shoulders, impossibly alluring, her throat involuntarily tightened with a gulp.

He was an emperor of advanced age. Among the twelve emperors of the Han dynasty, only the renowned Emperor Wu had lived this long; none of the others had crossed the threshold of fifty.

"If, before we brought in Zhang Zhetian, our ambitions were confined to establishing ourselves domestically, then now, with his arrival, our goal has shifted: dethrone Bayern, dominate the nation, and establish ourselves in Europe." Recalling Ralf Rangnick's words, Hasenhüttl wholeheartedly agreed.

Liu Ying returned to her chambers, recalling the scene just now. She couldn't help but feel a chill of dread, her mind growing hazy, succumbing to illness.

After finishing his words, Chen Hu found the off-road vehicle concealed in the shrubbery nearby. He then dismantled both tents and packed all the items—loot and firearms included—into the car.

Well... Xinhu scratched her head a little sheepishly. To be honest, in a way, she really had taken him for a fool.

Chen Hu's expression shifted, and he immediately went over, crouched down, and examined the ground. Just as he had suspected, these were indeed the tracks left by a car's tires.

For Su Wei, who was hopeless at coming up with names, picking a good ID was an almost insurmountable challenge. What's more, this ID would be used to compete in all the major tournaments, making it far more important than a regular gaming handle—he couldn't afford not to take it seriously.

The Feather Queen had achieved countless feats for her people. Even if she died in battle, her name would be honored for generations. The Feather Emperor had never taken another wife; for if he were to betray her, his reputation would be ruined, and he would lose all authority as emperor.

Ye Xingkong followed the instructions of the experienced language teacher before him, attempting to open his mouth wide and clear his throat, but he simply couldn't produce a sound. The teacher repeated the lesson again and again, but Ye Xingkong made no progress, leaving the teacher doubting his own methods.

Not far from the center of the battle, Liu Xuanyuan fixed his eyes on Lü Tianming, who was in the thick of the fight, and spoke quietly.

This time, the Spirit King chose to trust Su Wei's words. What's more, Su Wei had called him at the perfect moment: Su Wei was already level six, while the other three in the bottom lane were still level five. On top of that, both EZ and Shen were in poor condition—there was every reason to dive in for a kill.

The warriors of Kaiyang City felt a deep sense of melancholy, sharing in the sorrow like foxes at the death of a rabbit. Some sighed that, after this incident, the city would surely see a change in leadership.

He had also gained a deeper understanding of the City Lord's mansion in the Wildlands. The rumors were true: the mansion housed hundreds of earth-level warriors, and even an ordinary team leader had reached such heights.

These two were the only living beings Wang Feiteng could think of who might resolve his predicament. Besides, he couldn't imagine why they would refuse.

Of course, if it were just an ordinary disciple, they probably wouldn't have the medicinal herbs and elixirs needed to support such a breakthrough.

"The true body of the Nether Demon is a Creation-level powerhouse. If you face him again, do not push yourself too far," Meng Tianzheng said, seeing through Lü Tianming's thoughts and offering a word of caution.

What a waste of Leng Xueshuang's angelic face and devilish figure—she truly has the heart of a man.

Sure enough, the warden knew more than he did, or perhaps he had walked right into the trap set by his enemies.

After sending his disciples, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, back to their own dojos, he set out on his journey across the primordial wilderness with the silly girl, exploring the vast and beautiful landscape on foot, enjoying a leisurely and romantic time.

This left Batu'erhun so utterly humiliated that he lost all courage, forced the leader of the Khoshuud tribe to cover the retreat, and fled without turning back.

"Big brother, where's the guy driving the tank?" Ah Dai poked his head around the command center door a few times before turning to ask. He still hadn't had enough fun.

They were legitimate mercenaries—well-trained, seasoned in battle, nothing like the ragtag pirates. All two hundred or so people in the village were their elite fighters.

Ye Chong had thought that with the power of the Zhou family and Tianluo's display of earth-splitting might, Xia Leng's death was certain.

Watching Ah Dai carry Gaoxing quickly through the side door, the taxi finally drove away. The wad of cash Sun Jing had given, at least four to five thousand, would be enough for him to take a few days off.

"Five Tribulation Golden Immortal?" I stared blankly at the towering figure, chained and unwilling but compelled to move forward, and took a deep breath.

At the mention of Xia Leng, Chu Tianhe's face twisted into a mask of demonic savagery, as if a fiend from the depths of hell, looking ready to devour someone alive.

No matter how clear the images in the data files, the murals of the Yuan dynasty on the walls of the Hall of Infinity were far more awe-inspiring in person.

He was about to burst out laughing when he suddenly realized something was wrong—the figure of Ye Bai on the other side was gradually fading away. Old Zhu hadn't hit his real opponent at all; it was merely an illusion.

Lü Li glanced at Lin Ji, a faint smile at the corners of her eyes and lips, but inside, the ease she felt before seeing her father had vanished, leaving an inexplicable heaviness in her chest.

"That's good, then. It seems you're not bad at heart after all," Zhang Meng said, looking at it with satisfaction.

No matter the gossip or rumors, none of it would ever reach Huang Sijun. She was surrounded by four loyal Wind Spirit guards, and in the shadows, dozens of Stick-Wielding Hall warriors and vampire servants stood watch. Under Xiao Chen's orders, they would protect Huang Sijun and stamp out any harmful talk about her.

Xingrong Trading Company was an undisputed force in the border city. Apart from the City Lord's mansion, if Xingrong claimed to be third in power, no one would dare claim second.

The joy on Liu Tao's face was genuine—not because he particularly liked being a security guard, but because the monthly salary was four thousand, and with the Qin family's extra four thousand, that was eight thousand a month!

An ordinary intelligent person can infer one thing from another; a genius can deduce three. But a peerless genius could extrapolate ten, a hundred, or even a thousand.