122. All the Trainees Under My Tutelage Are Useless

Do you think you are the only one hiding your true strength?

Hahaha!

Wang Hao made the first move, stomping his feet heavily against the floor. The ground groaned and shattered, and a gust of air instantly swept through the surroundings, turning the hair of nearby women into tangled nests.

The next moment, he appeared before Chen Anquan.

His clenched fist turned a bronze hue; at this moment, his fist was a mighty weapon of bronze!

Chen Anquan watched as this incredibly tyrannical blow was about to strike him.

Below, there was what looked like a massive sinkhole, surrounded by winding, spiraling roadways. Though they didn't look far apart, it would actually take a considerable amount of time to navigate the descent.

In other words, once you stepped onto the second floor of this noodle shop, you were certainly not leaving on foot unless you took the stairs.

"I am naturally at ease with the two of you handling this." As he spoke with a smile to the two elderly men who had suddenly appeared, massive warships radiating intense light crossed the void from beyond the world.

After all, the ancient era was at best two weeks away, and the Warring States period was barely the last train. But even as the last train, it was still somewhat out of reach for Zhang Ke. It wasn't that he lacked the courage to board, but given the current patterns of the instances, it was clearly not a goal to be reached in the short term.

The value of both was comparable to a refined weapon; they were treasures that ordinary martial artists at the foot of the mountain dreamed of but could never obtain.

In the sorcerer sects of the Eastern Lands, such secret realms were called Blessed Lands; to the churches of the Western Continent, they were Divine Kingdoms. The essence was the same, only the names differed.

Upon hearing this, Wang Liu felt that Sun Wu’s words made sense. He nodded and, imitating Sun Wu’s posture, planted his feet in a horse stance and began practicing his pole-standing exercises right at the entrance.

"Of course, I’m not saying that what your mother made you do is excusable; I only meant that her personality was shaped by her environment, not that she was born that way," Jia Tian explained.

According to historical accounts, Buddhism first entered the Nine Provinces during the reign of Emperor Huan of Han. But Zhang Ke also knew that history was merely a summary based on existing records, and it was not uncommon for such things to be overturned.

Upon hearing that there was a chance, Ning Die’er was overjoyed. It was indeed the right decision to bring the child along. Lin Yumeng had noticed the issue after all, and Ning Die’er even forgave Hua Xiangrong for the embarrassing act of coming over to demand a gift.

Arriving at the office on the first floor not far from the factory, the man knocked on the door. Hu Wei’s response came from within, and the man pushed the door open, keeping his head low, not daring to look at Hu Wei.

Lu Linlang and E Shang sat by the window on one side, occasionally keeping an eye on the movement outside, terrified that some monster might appear again.

This was the first time Li Tianqi had addressed her with such affection. Although she was unwilling to admit it, her heart felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey.

"Not exactly. If you black people could be half as diligent as we Chinese, perhaps Europe would be yours by now. It’s a pity you are rather slothful; with such abundant resources at your disposal, you still live in poverty," Zhang Donghai said.

It was all real! Lu Zhi stepped back a few paces, almost knocking over the tea table behind her. She turned her head to look; on the table sat the tea set that Li Sheng favored most.

Upon hearing that he had been discovered, and given that the newcomer claimed to have no ill intent, the man had no choice but to rise and step out from the green gauze canopy.

In recent years, Lin Qingxuan had focused his main energy on governing the military and strengthening the people, with a massive amount of resources leaning toward the army, leaving other infrastructure lacking. For Long Zhantian, who came from a military background, this should have been a good thing; however, Long Zhantian was not only a Great General but also a subject of the realm.

Wangshu was extremely excited at this moment. Endless mist merged into the blade, and the thick fog around Mo Fan thinned significantly. Holding Wangshu, he attempted to take a few steps.

The pretext for the gathering was Du Han’s birthday, using the occasion for everyone to get together. Those who came were cultivated and insightful, and few cared about the authenticity of the claim; just being able to attend such a party was enough. After all, it was a gathering of elites from all walks of life. Getting to know big bosses and military magnates was better than anything else.