Chapter 67: Chief Instructor in Charge of Naval Training (1)

Most crafters are excessively homebody, forcing the association to rack its brains to trick them into going out for field experience. But Chen Feng? He was simply a guy who could never sit still.

Only awakened draconic sorcerers could initially immunize themselves against ordinary fire damage. Of course, this was not absolute immunity; ordinary flames simply could not harm them, and only temperatures hot enough to melt steel would have any effect.

Hao Xin knew that if he lied, his life would be forfeit, and Zhao Ran would inevitably suffer a tragic violation. Desperate to ensure they could both survive, he decided to take a gamble and bluff his way through.

With a loud crash, the water beast sculpture was not smashed to pieces by a single punch as expected. This caused the lean man’s face to burn, his neck flushing red with embarrassment. Driven to fury by humiliation, he fiercely hammered it two more times, but the result remained the same: the water beast statue stood unshaken, without the slightest sign of damage.

When the charging reached a critical point, a spatial rift suddenly tore open in the center of the interstellar gate before them.

Everyone could feel this intense wave of hatred, the murderous intent mixed within it chilling almost everyone to the bone.

Su Han blushed, and only then stepped back to let Ren Jian enter. Ren Jian showed no courtesy upon entering the room, sitting straight down on the sofa and staring blankly at Su Han without speaking for a long while. Feeling thoroughly uncomfortable under his gaze, Su Han silently lowered her head and remained mute.

The black soft-iron whip danced with ferocious intensity, serving for both offense and defense. Each lash whipped out like a wild, frenzied venomous python, carrying immense and blistering force. This fierce assault forced Chang Zixing to temporarily evade.

"Ellis is already dead, and no one comes back from the dead!" Luo Lie supported her shoulders, gently pushing her away from his embrace.

Although he had been defeated by the Punisher today, he had successfully faked his death to escape by the skin of his teeth. Now, he had once again successfully reached an agreement with me to avert death's door, and in the future, he might even manage to rope me—a mysterious martial arts master from the Celestial Empire—into working for him. From the perspective of fortune, his luck was indeed turning for the better after reaching rock bottom.

The blue buff stone statue inched closer to the starry vortex step by step, but before it had walked more than a few paces, a vast and mighty force pushed it right back out.

With 4,000 attack points, I would definitely not survive four slaps from this guy without healing. Furthermore, it had 2,000 defense points; apart from Dragon Break Slash and Sword Burial, my other skills probably couldn't hope to inflict any real damage on it.

Just as I was busy and engrossed in my work, Liu Ling, who was standing beside me, spoke up. When I turned to look, I found her face slightly flushed, gazing at me with an expectant and eager look that made it impossible for me to find the heart to refuse.

The two factions immediately stood in a standoff. Sword Master and Xiongba also stepped out from the crowd. True to tradition, a bout of verbal sparring was naturally indispensable before the fight broke out. However, since both of them were formidable martial arts overlords ruling over their respective territories, they could hardly engage in a lengthy, government-report-style speech.

The moment Jiang Qi saw Wang Yue's figure shift, he turned his strike into a feint, followed by a sweeping horizontal slash aimed diagonally at Wang Yue's neck. In that flash of lightning, before the spectators could even figure out how the two had exchanged blows, a series of crisp clanging sounds of weapons violently clashing rang out instantly.

"The Ark? What does that have to do with you?" Imhotep's brow furrowed even deeper. He knew about the Ark, and knew very well what kind of object it was, but he truly could not understand how it concerned Murong Chen and the others.

"Big brother, it's not thunder! It's, it's that lamp! The lamp hanging mid-air is the problem..." Xie Yuhua shouted in alarm.

Hearing Lin Yu's words, everyone finally cast their gazes over properly. Indeed, true ghosts looked no different from living people.

Originally, he thought it was just the girls from the PR department playing a prank, but when that muffled sound of footsteps echoed once more, he stopped thinking that way.

"Imhotep, you can now be considered truly immortal, but Anck-su-namun is still a mortal with a lifespan of barely a hundred years. Have you never thought about your future together?" Murong Chen went straight to the point with his very first sentence, catching Imhotep completely off guard.

With a muffled 'thud', the incoming unidentified object landed on the ground. After rolling for dozens of meters and flipping over, it sprang up to its full height with its clothes full of wrinkles. "Damn it, you actually kicked me!" it muttered, dusting off the dirt and striding toward Xiong Qi and the others.

"Let me ask you, has this condition of hers ever occurred before?" Zhang Yi brushed aside that topic and instead asked a different question.

Therefore, Totori simply had to obediently stand watch. Only when the Führer-chan noticed Totori's absence and reassigned her could Totori finally leave.

The Ling Family Manor was truly extraordinary. No wonder senior brother always disliked her getting too close to Ling Xiang; it seemed senior brother had his reasons.

"It's grandfather's and the fifth uncle's military camp. Are enemies attacking?" Leng Ziyan suddenly uttered something startling, though heaven knows how she came to know about it.

"Isn't this what we wanted?" Facing this question, Oka dared not delve too deeply and simply brushed it off with a laugh. He certainly couldn't admit that this system was almost entirely copied from the political systems of later European nations.

"Understood." Political Commissar Xu immediately trotted away, and after a short while, a white bulletproof armored vehicle slowly drove up.

"I don't know why these things appeared in my mind either. Why didn't they appear before?" Chang Ning said, sounding somewhat conflicted yet also regretful.

Rubbing his merciless eye sockets once more, Li Yiduo braced himself against the wall again. He sighed softly and walked dejectedly toward his room.

Looking at his companions whose auras had obviously grown much stronger, a surge of heroic spirit involuntarily welled up in Li Mengxuan's heart. Right now, aside from that legendary top-tier team of one emperor and four deities, they were truly fearless of any opponent. No matter what schemes or plots enemies devised, before absolute strength, they were merely paper tigers.