Chapter 112: Pretending Not to Hear

Ye Cheng sneered coldly. He would not give the assassin such an opportunity. Once again, he unleashed a furious barrage of palm strikes, like a tidal wave crashing down.

No matter how skilled the assassin’s movement was, two palm strikes landed squarely on him. He immediately spat blood, his eyes wide with terror.

With a thunderous roar, Ye Cheng surged forward. The air trembled, as if stirred by a mighty storm, overwhelming with an unstoppable onslaught of fist imprints.

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Magic imprints have the power to transform magical energy into various forms. Different races are born with distinct magic imprints, which is why they exhibit unique abilities.

The burly man with the dragon-like physique trembled and let out a terrified scream. He turned and fled but stumbled to the ground midway. Using all four limbs, he scrambled into the pitch-black forest ahead.

Nan Shu gave no further explanation. Meanwhile, the posts on Weibo, shared by the system, grew increasingly intense.

The secret chamber key, which should have been kept by Talia, was now in the hands of Royat. This led Artvans to suspect that Royat had employed some means to acquire it. Yet, more than how Royat obtained the key from Talia, Artvans was more concerned about what exactly lay within the forbidden place.

When she eventually made a discovery, even while covering her mouth, the icy gazes of her entire family bore down upon her.

Sun Mo stood nearby, inwardly marveling at Nan Shu’s extraordinary beauty. He also keenly noticed her graceful demeanor.

A moment later, Artvans’ attack came again, but this time, Sorin was no longer passive.

Liu Hai’s eyes widened in disbelief as he approached the computer screen. He could hardly believe what he saw: in just over ten minutes, Jiang Hanyu had quietly bought up all the shares. Without uttering a single word, the shares had already been transferred to his name.

Suddenly, Chen Feng’s fist, as hard as steel and fiercely aggressive, swept horizontally past his cheek.

In his eyes, Jiang Hanyu valued talent deeply. Any true prodigy who came to him would find a place. That sliver of hope ignited a flame within his heart.

He realized that if he and the three deputy leaders, along with the few remaining experts, did not act soon, this battle would truly be lost.

If he were to sum it up in one sentence: Murong Feng despised his current weakness, but he saw potential. Therefore, Murong Feng would not allow himself to fail; he had to conquer the future version of himself.

Chen Zhijin nodded with a fierce expression. He forcefully stopped the Red Sun’s advance. Facing Chen Zhijin’s punch, the Red Sun naturally paid little heed, but he himself could not exert much strength. His arm was still bandaged, so all he could do was repeatedly attempt to charge through, but he simply could not break through.

Without high-level skills, massive skill damage was lacking. Relying solely on his physique and level, he was at best equivalent to a level 70 player, barely able to face monsters just underI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.