Chapter 124: How many bizarre skills have you actually picked up?

"Three-section staff?" Dong Yong was taken aback.

At the end of the film, his character, Huo Yuanjia, did indeed use a three-section staff when dueling the Japanese swordsman. As the King of Kung Fu, he had endured significant hardship to perfect that fight sequence, primarily because the three-section staff is an incredibly difficult weapon to master. Both the director and the crew had tried to persuade him to switch to a different weapon, but Dong Yong refused. In his view...

Then, on September 9th, the eyewitness report regarding the scarred man surfaced, causing catastrophic damage: the former site of the Seventh Pharmaceutical Research Center was completely obliterated. Nearly every inch of the park looked as if it had been plowed, leaving nothing but brown soil across the ground.

While others stood frozen in shock, one figure moved with lightning speed. Reaching the stairs, he grabbed Su Yi, pulled her into his arms, and with a few nimble leaps down the steps, reached the floor below.

Time slipped away like a white colt passing a crack in the wall. As the days and nights cycled, Li Yan, a cultivator who had ascended from the lower realm, had never once stepped foot outside the "Po Jun Sect," except for a brief period while unconscious when he had visited the "Sky Demon Grasslands."

Su Miao, however, understood better than her that life has never been one to grant people extra strokes of good fortune, especially since she had never been a person favored by luck. Even if Su Miao hated him in the future, it would be fine; at least that hatred might give her the strength to keep living well.

The message Li Yan sent via telepathy was exactly this, a clear indication to Shangguan Tianque that he understood the other man's intentions. Sheng Changning finally raised her head, looking at the people below, all of whom kept their heads bowed in silence, and a smile crept across her lips.

Seconds ticked by. As the time for the animals' arrival drew closer, He Peng’s thoughts became increasingly chaotic.

Leaving the imperial court, Yu Jian and Lu Wei felt a mutual sympathy. Having worked together for years, they had seen each other daily, yet their interactions were strictly professional, lacking any personal bond. Now, both dismissed, they felt as if they had finally met a kindred spirit.

In terms of age, Li Litian was old enough to be Xu Ziling’s grandfather, but in terms of their academic relationship, Li Litian was his teacher; addressing his wife as "Teacher's Wife" was perfectly appropriate.

Chen Weijun glanced at Fan Kang, feeling that something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Seeing Fan Kang’s revolting appearance again, he shook his head with a bitter smile, sighing to himself that he was perhaps being overly sensitive—why was he so fixated on this zombie?

Just as the two were walking and talking, several youths from the demon clan blocked Ye Linfeng’s path.

Fan Kang shot him a look and walked downstairs. Everyone was gathered in the hall, including Zhan Shifang, who sat on an armchair by herself. She had changed out of her camouflage gear into casual jeans and a white T-shirt, looking poised, youthful, and radiantly beautiful in an indescribable way.

These twenty-eight lamps were, of course, no ordinary lights; more precisely, the oil within them was extraordinary.

Now that he had been hit by the Gragas's ability, Jayce’s health was in critical condition. One Q and two basic attacks from the Ezreal would surely finish him off.

The "Apocalyptic Binding" chains cast by Tian Yizi were a signature secret technique of the Apocalypse Immortal Sect.

Sensing Xu Shangxiu’s breathing growing rapid, Bian Xuedao lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Even though Ma Maochun unleashed his "Stay Vigilant" strike, it was forcibly repelled after colliding with the purple dragon-shaped weapon soul.

The scions of the noble families were still accustomed to cooperating. Although their numbers had dwindled, those who survived were the elite. Duan Qingmei, Gu Lüer, and Su Huoer teamed up once more, their target: to eliminate Duan Qingyan.

It was either a slow death or a desperate gamble for victory; GOD, who never struck down nobodies, clearly possessed that kind of grit.

The people at the scene were stunned, never expecting that the first words out of Rong Tu’s mouth upon his arrival would be devoid of anger, filled instead with joy.