Every attempt to find a gap in the opponent's assault and launch a counterattack was forcibly cut short midway.

Wei Zhao was struck by a sudden realization.

The so-called Battle God's Forbidden Domain—it was all about seizing the wind-up.

In a sense, this concept bore some resemblance to Jeet Kune Do in the secular world.

Under the shroud of the Battle God's Forbidden Domain, to say nothing of those powerful moves that required gathering momentum, even the most ordinary punch-and-kick counterattack was a luxury.

The only outcome was to be reduced to a complete...

It was at this moment that Yin Yu, gazing at the Heng Yanlin before him, saw his complexion turn exceedingly pale.

But these things—either I could not speak of them, or saying more would do no good. So I held Yuxi tightly and had him brace me; only by bracing myself thus could I hold back the urge to lunge forward and embrace that person.

Upon hearing this question, Kong Yixian's heart gave a violent leap. This sudden panic frightened her. What exactly... was he worrying about?

I truly had no idea how someone like this had ever won the provincial championship. But now that she had joined the team, she had to be properly taught that being an athlete was not so easy.

So while they conversed, the whole hall fell silent; everyone was listening to their conversation.

The classmates at the tables near theirs, with tacit understanding, set down their utensils, picked up their trays, and shifted to the other side, all the while fixing their eyes on this direction. It was the sort of feeling that a storm was gathering—as though something was about to happen.

The midwives in the room all withdrew, and in an instant only Yucheng and I remained. He choked up, unable to speak, and I too was somewhat flustered, for a time at a loss for words. The room was frighteningly quiet.

Feeling somewhat speechless inside, Heng Yanlin nonetheless said nothing, merely taking a sip of tea to one side.

The Vulture had no gate on his mouth and not a shred of restraint in his speech. Whatever came to mind, he said.

Among them all, Li Goudan was the most familiar with this place; he knew the trials of the Corpse King Hall and the rewards for clearing each hall better than anyone present. But Mu Chen's situation was one he had never encountered before either, and he could not help asking anxiously.

Once the voice finished speaking, it seemed to truly sink into deep slumber; no matter how Chen Ge questioned it, there was no response.

Naturally, the Red Sleeve Pavilion was the most raucous of all—from far away, one could already hear the shrieks of the girls.

"Wonderful! Mu Yang can actually suppress Shi Lagu!" In the distance, Bilji watched with excitement surging in his heart—but a sweep of the surrounding mountains and forests, collapsing without cease, and his mood could not lift again.

The newborn Kate was highly sensitive to all manner of crises, and coupled with no small amount of luck, it fled all the way to Xuanhu Nation. Unfortunately, Kate later ran into Chen Long; before it could keep capering about, Chen Long slaughtered it.

Empress Dowager Shen's expression changed; she immediately stared tensely at her son, only to find that Zhao Huan was not crying but instead giggling foolishly. A sudden unease rose in her heart.

As for Sweet Potato Village, judging by that cultivator's drastic change in attitude, she knew he would not come again—all because of what Nalan Yu had said about the Jade Pill Sect. In the future, she would come by now and then in the name of the Jade Pill Sect to take a look; that ought to settle matters.

Yixuan gave a soft sniff and ignored him. She stared at the short dagger in Wei Xiang's hand for a while: bloodstains still clung to it, the blade was very sharp and brand new, the handle was iron and utterly ordinary—nothing could be discerned from it.

She put the notebook away and said coldly, "Then I wish you good luck on your exam." Then she laid her head on the desk and began carefully studying this "Exam Treasure Codex."

Meng Lin knew he must be dreaming; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have a Lin Meng in his arms while another Lin Meng embraced him from behind.

Yet it was no longer so panicked now; as the king of the Pidgeotto clan, its level had risen from 31 to 33.

To this day, the primary means of transport connecting the different strongholds was the space vehicles that the people of the industrial zone produced themselves. These vehicles could have cargo beds attached at the rear and possessed a certain transport capacity.