One gave nothing but raw damage output; the other, flawless crowd control.

Judging by this single match alone, those two were no mistaken picks.

Yet Prince Li Jin's gaze still came to rest on Wei Zhao.

Any perceptive eye could tell that Wei Zhao was the truly crucial variable.

Had Wei Zhao not made that unexpected sudden advance at the very start, successfully luring the whole of the Gale Squad into converging on him and then calling out each of their positions with perfect accuracy, this flawless team fight could never have happened.

"Prince Jin...

"I hear that one has already reached Rank Ninety-Eight, a top-tier Douluo—you could say one of Shrek Academy's strongest few." Jiang Nannan drew a sharp breath.

Before the astonished eyes of Lu Chen and the assembled generals of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, the Jinwu Guards had instead fallen upon their own commander first.

It was as if fine threads had once again wound themselves tight around her heart, so stifling she could scarcely breathe; in the end, Zhou Anran simply found herself something to do.

Catching sight of that unprecedented red Kai, they all unleashed their photoshopping talents in a frenzy. Within mere minutes, images of the Eight Gates Kai wearing the Factory Director's crimson face carpeted every major forum board, each captioned with his classic lines.

Ye Ling shook his head. He had taken the key from Zhou Qingfeng's hand earlier, and Zhou Qingfeng had not bothered to explain much about it.

On the way down the mountain, Dou Le, overjoyed, asked the grinning Xiao Zizai, "Did you manage to sound out Zhou Ming's strength?

He had never imagined that, faced with this identity of his, Xia Qinghe would not even deign to give him a single proper glance.

That time in the classroom, Zhou Anran had overheard him chatting with Zhu Ran, saying he had been so furious watching a match in the middle of the night that he could not sleep—she had assumed he must have something of a temper when it came to watching games, but in fact he had none.

"Of course. I've even brought a few friends along to take the entrance assessment." Jiang Nannan smiled as she nodded courteously to the students making way for her, gentle in every respect; every student who saw her smile flushed scarlet with excitement.

Ye Tian swung a blade at LeBlanc as she prowled around him; Q, "Negotiation with Firearms," triggered LeBlanc's passive, "Mirror Image," forcing her to flee backward with "Distortion."

Compared with the handwriting, the origin of the prescription gave Yin Ningbo rather more trouble. How could a surgeon like her possibly write out a Chinese herbal prescription?

During the Gapsin Coup in Korea in 1884, Tang Shaoyi stood firm in the face of danger, holding a gun and defending the Mollendorff residence—an act that left a deep impression on Yuan Shikai, who was also in Korea at the time, and made the two of them sworn friends.

As for whether he might mistake the target of his revenge, Chen Yuan was not worried in the least; just as the Spirit Refining Sect had always looked upon the Yingtian Sect with distaste, the Yingtian Sect regarded the Spirit Refining Sect in precisely the same way.

Seeing the hatred in Ruhuan's eyes that she could not hide, Feng Juechen smiled. It seemed as gentle as ever, and seemed to carry a touch of self-mockery.

"Thank you, but no." She refused flat out. Staying at a hotel and at a brothel—a pleasure house—were hardly the same thing. She had not sunk so low as to lodge in a brothel; one day she still meant to find herself a good man and live a proper life.

"Mother, is he my elder brother or my younger brother? Since he is my own flesh and blood, why has he never lived with us? Was he taken away by someone? And were you aware that he was taken, or were you not?" Lin Yifeng pressed on, question after question.

Jing Shi only felt a foul breath lodged in his chest, unable to swallow or spit out; his fists clenched tight, yet he dared not strike. In that instant he hated his own powerlessness—and yet there was nothing he could do. Just so, eyes red, he watched Jing Yun savor wine and food as though no one else existed.

But now, seeing how ruthlessly he could act even toward a friend in the grip of fury, she found herself truly a little disappointed in him.

"Using whatever materials were at hand, the pill had no name either; it was simply deduced from certain characteristics of the Dharma-Destroying Ghost Spirit's consciousness and qi and blood.

This "blood man" was none other than Xiao Yue, who had now smoothly passed the Nine Passes and was presently healing himself with a technique of his own devising.

The lid over the dice began to spin; the cavalryman swallowed hard and watched closely. I swallowed nervously too. After all, that was a whole gold coin at stake—though I had money now.