Volume 1, Chapter 23: Martial Arts Class

"Do we know each other? What are you doing here?" the Vice Admiral asked with some confusion.
Whitebeard thought he was hallucinating, but it wasn't so; the pirates appearing behind him were numerous, just like this one.
Just as the thoughts gathered in my mind, the softness against my shoulder made Mo Li tremble inwardly.
Thinking this, my body went limply weak, yet the second half of what Black Wind had just said still left me perplexed.
"You don't want me to help you deal with Shuo? Isn't that it? Could it be that you want..." He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his lips curling into a wicked, teasing smirk.
On the second morning in Beidaihe, the sky brightened early. It was overcast, but there was no rain.
Because the remaining bombs were triggered by a specific temperature, as long as this bomb was carried to the furthest point, even if the subsequent bombs detonated one after another, they would begin from the position furthest away from Li Mingyi and the others.
The sound of swords being drawn instantly made this vast, cavernous hall tense. Oppressive energy, sword intent slowly brewing, malice, murderous intent, sharpness, and shock—all sorts of sensations surfaced in that single moment.
At noon, Zhao Hui wrote a letter, wanting to give Teacher Bai a set of Beihai Tuancheng postcards. During her study hall in the afternoon, she finished copying the letter. After class, she went to the office, but Teacher Bai wasn't there. Did he not come in this afternoon?
"Then we're heading off!" Brother Tianjun greeted me and Shuni, then walked with Zuoer toward the school gate.
Tang Long held the scalpel and opened the thoracic cavity. Upon inspection, he discovered the deceased had died of mechanical asphyxia. Forensic experts usually categorize mechanical asphyxia into six types.

Fashan’s body flashed with a golden light; seeing his most respected senior being insulted, he naturally could not sit idly by.
"Mine is warm water," Liu continued, his clear, tranquil voice remaining faint. He glanced at the unconscious Fuji, then looked up at Inui. As childhood friends, Inui naturally understood his meaning, took a sip from his own cup, and then, with a flash of light reflecting off his lenses, gave a slight nod to Liu.
The Divine Crow Taoist and Shi Yitao were busy ordering food, while Yao Muchen spread his spiritual sense to observe the patrons in the tavern. The tavern was not large, but because it was clean and affordable, it was nearly full.
Zhao Deyan was suddenly startled; the long spear in his hand split apart, connected by iron chains as thin as a pinky finger, and whipped around to entangle the long sword in Zhang Liang’s hand, attempting to snatch it away.
Zhang Nianzu glared at him, and just as he was about to sit down, Zhao Meier suddenly stood up with a wine glass, saying, "Lei Tingting is so lucky, I’ll toast her!" With that, she downed the full glass of wine in one go.
"It is just a corpse, but he was killed by my blade after he failed to assassinate me and transformed, so he has remained in his transformed state," Li Ren immediately reported truthfully to Governor Xiong.
"It’s a pity I can’t consume any more in such a short time; so much vitality has gone to waste!" Yao Muchen looked at the crescent moon shrouded in blood mist with heartache and exerted all his strength to urge the black furnace to smash down once more.
From the moment they entered the weak barrier of the imperial palace, it had been a trap—a trap designed to lure out Young Master Junji.
"Does Sakura not know how to use this?" Fuji Shusuke asked in surprise, seeing her staring at the camera in his hands.
Hu Moyang was one of the officials sent down back then. At that time, he was arrogant and felt his abilities were outstanding, wanting to achieve great things in the northern suburbs. One of the projects he undertook was real estate development; after all, the geographical advantage of the northern suburbs made it the first choice for the development of a satellite city for Qin City.
This guess was highly likely! Because the more hands a card passed through, the greater the chance of a mishap. For example, with Zhao Dingguo, if he had chosen other options while drawing, or if his luck was bad and he didn't draw it, or if he didn't sell it directly, any of these could have led to him missing out on the card entirely.

"Let's go in and find that taxi!" Zhan Liuyun told Fan Jian the taxi number, and the two walked inside.
In that moment of distraction, the Lava Spirit’s second attack struck him. Although a frustrated Peng Cheng immediately reacted, dodging its follow-up attacks and launching a forced counter-kill, his health points were now down to single digits.
At this moment, Du Shen’s body seemed to turn into a human bomb like those on the battlefield in Afghanistan, instantly triggering a massive explosion.
In the eyes of outsiders, Li Xin was just a Yang Spirit with good luck, having traded the Purple Lightning Divine Sword for a chance to enter the ranks of the high-grade Yang Spirits. Aside from his cultivation reaching the high-grade Yang Spirit level, there was nothing else commendable about him.
Seeing the content of this mission, Zhan Liuyun was stunned. He hadn't expected that just as he was thinking about whether he could help Hu Li, this mission would appear. Help Hu Li consolidate her position as the leader of the Dragon Group? This mission was exactly what he had in mind, and the rewards were quite generous.
"Leave that to me; I will naturally persuade him. Besides, it won't be long before the truth comes to light, so it should be fine," Zhan Liuyun said.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Zhu Chi smiled slightly at Zhen Mi and casually slammed a two-meter-long object he had been carrying on his shoulder onto the deck.
If he only needed to kill one elite monster, Zhao Dingguo didn't need to consider the pulling effect; he could just toss it directly onto the head of the Black Rock Cave Puppet. Because Firefly dealt sacred damage and was unaffected by magic resistance, this skill, combined with the additional pulling damage, appeared truly extraordinary.
Thinking this, Li Yuanfang lowered his head, eyes drooping, and looking at where their hands were clasped together, he couldn't help but smile with a gentle expression.