Volume 1, Chapter 59: Did I Actually Lose to a High Schooler?

Clang, clang, clang—
The sounds of impact merged into one as the sword techniques of the leading five were once again blocked by the Vajra Mountain-Suppressing Art.
"Ha, here to throw your lives away again!"
Swish!!
The heavy sword swept horizontally. The ten of them had been prepared for a long time, thrusting their swords simultaneously to parry.
Their stance changes were extremely swift, clearly showing signs of rigorous training.
Yet, no matter how fast they were, how could they possibly withstand the might of the heavy sword?
All of their longswords were battered until they bent.
The heavy sword whirled and swept horizontally, instantly crushing five of them to death on the spot.
However, after opening her eyes, she cast a glance around her, her gaze finally resting upon Yuchi Yufei.
With a resounding "Bang!", the two workers were instantly pinned beneath the heavy coffin lid.

"But if that's the case, should she break out of the Illusory Perception Formation, she'll come looking for you first!" Uncle Lin said excitedly.
He sighed, saying that nothing in this world could ever be completely flawless, and this matter would simply depend on how his uncle chose to handle it. In any case, he had not been in Quanzhou City at all during these past few days, so his uncle would certainly not suspect that he was the one behind it, allowing him to completely clear his name.
My attitude only made the teacher even angrier. She kept nagging endlessly right beside my ear, but I automatically tuned her out.
I sneered inwardly. Back then, this fellow had sold me in to earn a commission, never expecting to stumble and end up harming himself instead. However, I didn't harbor an excessive amount of hatred toward him; rather, I just thought his current state was utterly pathetic.
"He won't die. Never mind him for now, I'll deal with it later." From Gu Qihan's tone, I could tell he held Ren Jiancheng's life in utter contempt.
"Who would've thought the bearded coach was such a badass? I swear, the thing I despise most in this damn life are those islander dogs. Coming to our turf and still acting all high and mighty, they're simply asking for a beating!" Hu Lan swiped his finger across the bridge of his nose, holding his head high and chest out as he spoke.
I sat on the sofa, sizing up the office, and then fixed my gaze on Lin Qiuyan. Ever since we last met, it seemed she hadn't bothered to cut her hair short at all, letting it grow out a bit longer. I had mentioned last time that she would definitely look much prettier with long hair, and I wondered if my words had actually played a role.
He drew a Luger P08 pistol and a civilian-model Thompson submachine gun, executing the scoundrel right on the spot.
For some unknown reason, the traffic conditions into Beijing this evening were unusually good. The vehicles of the Nineteenth Bureau encountered not a single traffic jam along the way, arriving right in front of the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse in less than twenty minutes before eight.
"We're going to war again?" The wife's tone didn't sound particularly angry, which came as quite a surprise to Qiao Shan.
Xu Xiangqing invited the three members of the Liu family into the hall, and after Li莎 served them tea, she excused herself. "I recently acquired a little bit of tea, please have a taste and see how it is." Xu Xiangqing had a rather favorable impression of the Liu family, so she treated them with considerable hospitality.

Tally watched as the elf mage kicked Kalare over and over again without showing the slightest bit of anger. She even muttered to herself, offering suggestions to the mage on where to kick so that Kalare would feel the most pain.
Developing even one new feature or application of this kind was worth far more than hunting down a thousand Japanese devils.
He Jia took only a single glance before feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. A suffocating sense of nausea welled up in her chest, and she hurriedly looked away, not daring to look any longer.
The Japanese devils facing Yang Ling and his men were reinforced by another infantry company, accompanied by two Type 92 infantry guns, which could be said to have drastically increased their combat strength.
Locke nodded. That being the case, clashes between pirates and national navies, like the ones depicted on television, were practically impossible.
Su Er was extremely worried right now, terrified that these government soldiers would all be killed or abandon the city. In fact, the Chinese defenders had already retreated from Suzhou, leaving behind nothing more than scattered stragglers, yet Su Er still felt a sense of reassurance knowing even those stragglers remained.
How much time had passed, no one knew. A gentle breeze blew across the grassland, and the sky returned to a state of clear serenity. The hurricane surge had long since vanished, and had it not been for the tragic devastation lingering on the ground, which bore witness to the terrifying reality that had just transpired, ordinary people would have thought it was all just a dream.