The Great Fate of '107'

Hu Chan’s confidence surged wildly as he charged at Ning Shifei, swinging his two massive hammers with relentless fury, each blow crashing down fiercely upon him.

Ning Shifei, defending as he attacked, met each strike with straightforward, brutal force, countering with his fists and feet.

Boom.

After exchanging a dozen or so moves, the two collided once more.

“This time, it’s my turn to go on the offensive,” Ning Shifei declared suddenly, closing the distance to Hu Chan. He wrapped his left arm around a black iron rod and swung it in a sweeping strike at his opponent.

Xu Hai thought to himself, putting in more salt wasn’t thrilling enough; perhaps adding hormones would be better. He wondered what a dish cooked with hormones would taste like—probably the same as the feelings swirling in his own heart at that moment.

Zhou Jian had initially wanted to refuse, but then reconsidered. Perhaps a crystallization miracle might occur if the ghost slayer’s clone used its life field?

Commander Kiriev was injured, and the 4th Cavalry Division under Piatov on the flank paid the price of an entire cavalry regiment but still failed to seal the breach in time. The cavalry under Temujin had broken through with no fewer than six thousand riders!” A staff officer at headquarters lowered his phone and reported timidly.

Leaping backwards, Jiang Ran swept his cloak behind him and glided off the cliff, tracing a magnificent arc through the air, his posture radiating a powerful, masculine grace.

The burly man landed another punch to Li Taisheng’s chest, forcing him to cough up blood in large gulps, his consciousness fading.

Suddenly, the Four Symbols Cauldron of Fuxi trembled inexplicably once again, its shrouding mysterious power growing unstable for unknown reasons. Seeing this, Chen Luo hesitated not a moment and prepared to enter the cauldron.

Just by the faint gleam at the tip of the wooden spike, one could easily judge its strength. Being impaled by such a hard, sharp object without protective magic meant certain death. Even a level ten warrior would perish, unless the strike missed his vital points—but was that possible?

It was rare for Old Chen to say such words; after all, he was now a teacher. Had he been a coach instead, his unruly temper might well have led to a confrontation.

Gao Lie blocked Amaterasu’s flames with his greatsword, which was already enveloped in a layer of his battle qi. A level eleven warrior’s battle qi was hard to describe, but it was powerful enough to resist even Amaterasu’s fire, making it nearly impenetrable.

Manchester City sought a desperate comeback in the final moments of the match. Now, they were all in for one last push. This was their final chance, and a new challenge Arsenal had to face.

With the bargaining chips gone, Xia Linyuan now resembled an enraged lion. Was he still willing to return the city?

The exhaustion in his heart vanished completely. After that tranquility, Jiang Chen blossomed anew, his soul filled with strength and his spirit revived with vigor.

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