Chapter 63: The Fierce and Grelling Battle

While the fans in front of their televisions were still savoring Li Luo's curving masterpiece, the match continued.

Schalke 04, trailing by two goals, abandoned their mid-block defense and their slow, suffocating positional pressure, launching a desperate and fierce offensive instead.

"The pace is getting faster and faster."

"Miranda wins the ball and passes to Li Luo."

"Li Luo with a first-time pass."

"Bendtner in the space between the lines."

Bendtner—

A minute later, Nangong Yan was resting his eyes in a recliner, occasionally sipping a glass of mellow red wine, when footsteps suddenly approached.

"What? Is that not acceptable? My sister possesses the elegance of a phoenix, so naturally she must find a good match. Surely you wouldn't expect her to marry into a destitute family, would you?" I hinted.

Looking up against the sunlight, Xiong was seen sitting quietly atop the ruined castle, though it was unclear when she had arrived—perhaps after Moria's defeat, or even before the battle began.

Watching the other party's actions the entire time, Harry did not intervene. He was not genuinely some bloodthirsty demon whose hands itched for murder; the people were merely taking their companion away without doing anything wrong. Why should Harry stop them? As for information concerning the sky islands, he was perhaps even more familiar with it than the two of them, leaving Harry with not the slightest reason to detain them.

Looking further into the distance, a lighthouse glowed on the sea surface, guiding the passing ships. Of course, this lighthouse had been personally constructed by Messiah's father with his men, devoid of the bizarre and grotesque features found in the Shadow Tower. Viewed from this vantage point, Riverrun appeared entirely prosperous.

Accompanied by a very strong fishy stench and black breath, the instinctual aversion caused Comanch to shift a little further away.

The man before him in his previous life had served as the Mayor of New York for over a decade, seeing his net worth skyrocket dozens of times over to reach forty billion, placing him among the global top ten. A few years ago, Thompson's wealth might have been comparable to Bloomberg's, but now a clear gap had emerged in their assets.

Once firmly grasped, Kaido's life would no longer be in his own hands. When the spatial vortex shifted at that moment, snapping Kaido's neck bare-handed or exploding his head completely was entirely possible.

His injured left hand still hung in a sling around his neck, and strapped to his back was an AKM given to him by Liu Hongjian upon his departure. His expression appeared extremely solemn. Although the responsibility for Xiuxiu's injury did not rest with him, it filled this honest man with profound guilt.

As she spoke, her furrowed brows deepened, and a light sheen of cold sweat began to bead on her forehead, while a restless, shadowy vortex emerged in her beautiful eyes.

A suspect had already appeared, but no one knew her true identity. Ferreting her out would undoubtedly be another colossal undertaking.

Beneath the city gates, the soldiers of the Qingtian Empire suppressed their anger. The deputy general gripped his longsword, his brows tightly knitted, and raised his banner in preparation to accept the command and withdraw the troops.

Xing Yu looked at Hualing with eyes filled with guilt; had Hualing not insisted on teaching him how to draw talismans, they would never have crossed paths with Zhongli and the black-robed envoy.

In truth, he understood that she was truly indulgent toward him. Though she appeared angry, she had never truly held much against him, embracing every aspect of who he was.

To outsiders, this appeared to be Yao Weiya extending an olive branch—a display of deep sisterly affection. Both Elder Yao and Yao Zhongran wore expressions of joy; after all, as elders, neither wished to see Shang Yixiao and Yao Weiya remain at odds. Both palms and the backs of hands were made of flesh, and they should be the closest of sisters.

Regret came far too late. As a father, Mr. Shen only hoped to make amends as much as possible for his shortcomings toward Shen Mexiao. Yet Shang Yixiao seemed to want nothing to do with Shen Mexiao, leaving Mr. Shen with no choice but to plead with Shang Yixiao not to hold a grudge against him.

Find Killer Queen, kill him, or kill his Stand user, and all the bombs would naturally be neutralized. This was the way of combat among Stand users.

Word had it that this man was treated with great deference even by family heads Dong and Yuan, and had been personally welcomed by their association president. Even though he appeared to be an ordinary person, true masters always possessed ways to conceal their aura.