Chapter 117: You Are the One

“Boom…”

Just as the referee slowly rose, his face grave, about to declare Zheng Haoyue the loser, Chi Ziyang finally landed a heavy kick, knocking Zheng Haoyue down.

The entire body slammed into the ground—luckily, a protective formation buffered the impact; otherwise, this blow alone would have created a deep crater.

“Chi Ziyang wins.”

When the referee announced Chi Ziyang’s victory, the arena fell silent for a moment, a fleeting stillness.

Because these three, in just a few moves, had pummeled the head relentlessly. Zhao Yun wanted to say something but was forced back by the mud covering him.

Especially since this person’s cultivation was exactly the same as his own—a one-star realm god—and injured at that, his aura weak and languid. Now, provoking him actively, if he didn’t resist, he wouldn’t be Fang Yan anymore.

“Form the array, Arrow Formation!” Facing arrows shooting from right behind him, Yan Lu abandoned his original plan to suppress his speed and momentum. Instead, he swiftly coordinated with his troops to deploy their most commonly used arrow formation.

A strong aroma of wine rose like mist. Those entering the room felt as if stepping into a wine jar. A gentle sniff released a rich fragrance that surged and rolled, followed by a wave of intoxication and a sudden sharp headache.

Since ancient times, people have attributed incomprehensible phenomena to the heavens. But ever since Moton appeared and repeatedly deciphered and overcame these mysteries, Emperor Li Shimin naturally fixed his gaze on Moton.

Min Xue was surprised when she opened it—her news article from a while ago had been accepted by the Magic City Evening News.

Chu Tiance’s heart burned with fury, his eyes radiating murderous intent. Just as he was about to speak, a towering figure strode forward decisively.

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If he chose criminal investigation, he could find a breakthrough through Lian Tai, whom Guan Hongji had paved the way for him; if he chose publicity, he could proceed step by step.

“Your strength is impressive.” Blaze’s eyes gleamed strangely. He hadn’t expected Lu Yang to easily evade his brother’s deadly strike. Even Blaze himself, facing the Wind Slash Frost directly, couldn’t guarantee taking no damage, yet Lu Yang made it seem effortless.

Though seemingly contradictory to before, Shui Menghan sensed the deeper meaning. She smiled quietly, turned, and left with the moonlight, no longer lingering, leaving behind a resonant phrase.

“Besides, today is Min Shuo’s first day of filming, so I must keep an eye on things here.” There was no pretense—the arrangements clearly showed a lack of trust toward Jin Min Shuo, a complete newcomer.

Xuanyuan Aotian’s gaze fell on Tang Wanting. Seeing Tang’s foundation-level cultivation and that she was the shopkeeper of Jiuyuan Studio, he was somewhat surprised.

“Master, do you want to activate the Spirit Spring Eye?” The Taiyi White Jade Spirit was excited—the moment the Spirit Spring Eye opened, residing in the Exquisite Space, it could enjoy the spiritual energy anytime.

No sooner had the words fallen than she noticed her husband’s smile stiffen. She inwardly cursed, realizing this matter would be difficult to gloss over.

Ke Huan thought saving Chen Feng wouldn’t be accomplished in a day or two; he had to remain vigilant and wait for clues to continue the search. He changed clothes and washed his face to appear less haggard.

Yet even so, Man’er could no longer accept it. Clutching a thin quilt, she closed her eyes for a long time but could not sleep.

Tang Sheng supported Jiang Shang through a narrow, winding corridor. After a long walk, they reached the end, where a stone door stood.

Their mother appeared to them as the simplest, kindest woman—no makeup, no fine clothes, even wearing a single set until it faded, but always smiling. That smile was the most beautiful thing in the world.

The power and radiation range of a nuclear bomb were vast. Raccoon City was not large, with just over 100,000 people. Calculations showed that a nuclear blast at the city center would affect most surrounding areas, let alone the suburbs.

Finally, on the tenth day, Hu Tianxiang was free of all hindrances, and the dormant true dragon energy within him awakened, growing ever more wild.

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Even her father never flinched when hurting her, yet she saw pity in their eyes—like the pity a parent feels for their child.

“If it were really a brick, would I dodge? What a great chance to act and gain sympathy,” Zhou Wuwei thought.

But no one expected the Qingyun Clan’s Sacred Assembly to stir trouble at this moment. Didn’t they fear angering the Han Emperor?

“Are you Zhiqiu?” Bai Ling looked at the youth waiting for her at Siguo Cliff, still remembering him.

Liu Zheng noticed the border of the divine realm was heavily fortified, with many soldiers patrolling.

This turmoil threw the entire Spirit Beast Sect into chaos. If not for Mu Ying’er’s persuasion, Lin Tianhan would not have stopped after only a year of turmoil.

The DuPont financial conglomerate, the largest in the United States, was one of the main planners of the “Antarctic Project,” playing the role of leader throughout the journey.

Yan Tianrun had no regrets—he had been true to the justice behind him and to himself. The only regret was that more research would have to be completed by future generations.

“Will you wear it or not?” Lian Ruolin’s face was grim, her fists clenched tightly, pressing forward on Lian Rolan.

Everything seemed so harmonious, the primeval world calm and still. Yet the deeper the peace, the stronger the unease, as if a storm was imminent. The Wu and Liao clans were both recuperating and preparing for war—a heavy pressure hung over all.

“That’s right—the Tang Dao!” The Tang Dao Li Cheng gave Li Chuanming was the one he had received when joining the Red Tide.

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