Chapter 80: The Final of the Demon Hunters Selection Tournament

I reached out and patted Wei Dongliang’s shoulder, just as I was about to speak, when suddenly a strange sound came from a nearby car.
“You have not wronged me,” Ming Lou refused to accept it, feigning indifference toward Ming Cheng. The act had run its course; Ming Cheng should leave to rest for a while, and it was Ming Lou’s turn to take the stage and carry the play forward.
Thinking of this, Shen Qinghong felt his hands itch with regret for not plucking the flamboyant feathers from Zhaocai when he had the chance.
Seeing that the sky was growing late, Lan Yu reminded him it was time to return. Reluctantly, he rowed toward the shore.
Ming Lou and Ming Cheng nodded in response. Perhaps the happiest people now were Ming Tai and his companions, while Ming Fan... Was this fair or unfair? War is merciless, and there is no guarantee that good people receive good rewards, for bullets and bombs are indifferent.
Da Bai now obeyed me completely, since I had acquired the Dragon-Driving Phoenix-Chasing Gu. He came over immediately and lay down before me.
Guan Ying told me her address, and I drove toward her house. On the way, her eager expression was directly proportional to the distance left; the closer we got, the more anticipation showed on her face.
My fingernails had turned into curved claws, and several places on my body sprouted sharp spikes, though not particularly long.
Meanwhile, Shu Ming and Ye Hang went to a rented house. After three knocks, someone opened the door. Inside the less-than-twenty-square-meter living room, nearly twenty people had already gathered.
Accidents truly are unexpected. This incident caught me completely off guard; I never imagined Li Chang would be so agitated.
“Amitabha. Let me expose your trickery,” Wu Fa suddenly reached out, and the air in front rippled. Moments later, a strange scream echoed, and a figure was blasted out from the void.
“It’s insane—he can even cause earthquakes! Tian Wu, you must keep a close eye on him in the future!” Lirio Kalani exclaimed.
“A Sovereign-class battleship! That’s what Britain built to uphold its naval supremacy. I heard each costs as much as 1.1 million pounds. Japan probably can’t afford one!” Chen Zheng remarked.

“Mister Meng, you flatter me. I am merely here to observe,” Chen Ping replied.
Lin Ao’s soul began to roar wildly; he did not want to destroy his body, for the secret techniques of the Calamity Heaven Sect could only be used through the flesh. Otherwise, the soul could hardly withstand Heaven’s might once the technique was unleashed.
Soon, the motor started humming. The sound was very clear underwater, but compared to the wartime VII series U-boats, it was much quieter. Even the best sonar could barely detect it from afar.
This left me with a headache several times bigger than myself, not to mention two overly insistent friends beside me dancing the cha-cha regardless of the mood.
The white, spindle-shaped hull was emblazoned with the conspicuous crest of the Avila royal family, imposing and magnificent.
All freshmen were required to undergo military training today, though the venues varied. Every sports ground and basketball court at Yan University had been assigned to different departments and classes.
Upon arriving at the Summer Palace, Zhang Xiaoren handed his credentials to the guard at the gate and spoke a few words. Someone came to lead Li Xi inside, while Park Jin Yi, who had accompanied them, was stopped and could only stay in the designated lodging.
With this, the earth dragon’s seemingly impenetrable armor was nothing but a slightly thick layer of tofu. Most importantly, it was discreet and economical.
The souls of those slain by the demon king would be locked within their bodies, decaying along with the flesh, and finally perishing in utter despair. Such souls, steeped in negative emotions, were the favorites of devils and demons.
A few minutes later, two dwarf engineers wearing round glasses dragged a magic-powered trailer out. They hitched the trailer to the carriage head, crossed the open plaza in front of the merchant hall, and entered the workshop reeking of engine oil.
After listening to Wang Xiaosong’s explanation, everyone looked closely and realized it was true. The more they examined it, the more intrigued they became.
Huang Xuanling’s eyes lit up—it was actually a method for training spiritual perception. The technique itself was neither righteous nor evil, but was extremely difficult to master, beyond the reach of just anyone.
He still didn’t know how many avatars Donald possessed; if any were voyeurs, that would be troublesome.

Hmm, the process of combining Terrasteel and refined steel truly seems beyond the skill of ordinary blacksmiths.
After supper, darkness had fallen. In the western sky, clouds like black dragons gathered, rolling and swelling until they covered the heavens, forming a face full of sorrow.
If the Calamity Serpent had only these abilities, it would soon be reduced to mincemeat, unworthy of being called a seven-ringed beast. To rule in the survival-of-the-fittest monster forest, it must have some hidden trump cards.
“Ling-ge, when we get back, tell Uncle Jun. Starting tomorrow, you’ll go to school,” Xiao Yi instructed Xiao Ling without further comment.
Chen Feng was stunned; the old woman had somehow produced a black ribbon. In a flash, her chicken-claw hands tied a knot so intricate it was almost impossible to follow.
His departure was naturally the best outcome for me, though he left behind someone I utterly despised.
Ling Zhoutian then lay in bed, pretending to sleep, while continuing to type overnight with his mental power. He discovered that whenever he typed this way, a mysterious sense of comfort arose within him.
He twisted his body, panting heavily. When the sweet, metallic smell was finally suppressed, he calmed down, taking a long time to remove the handkerchief from his lips. He glanced at the red-black blood in his palm and remained motionless for a long while.
I saw myself reflected in her pupils; the expression on my face mirrored hers, both earnest and cautious.
Yet Chen Feng’s thoughts did not linger; he soon felt the pressure from the well, leaving him no room to ponder anything else.
But the tiger, unaware of what was happening, assumed Ling Zhoutian was making a move, and its hind legs suddenly burst with strength.