Chapter Fifty-Four: Countering Every Move

“Do you want to try again? I can let you try a few more times.” As Ye Cheng handed the knife to Liu Gua Gua, he reminded her once more.

“You know martial arts?” Liu Gua Gua was instantly astonished.

“Now you should believe that I’m not with those people…”

Han Bing frowned slightly. This partnership was clearly a win-win strategy, but the thought of having to share half of the spirit pills she painstakingly refined with someone else was still difficult to accept.

After clearing the mid lane and taking down a flock of Raptors, Mu Jing returned to base and purchased the Deathcap of the World Ender, greatly compensating for her lack of spell power. She then immediately bought a Blasting Wand, intending to build it into a Void Staff for extra magic penetration.

“What’s the point? Obviously, it’s to prevent outsiders from entering the Nine Spirits Dragon Palace. Now, if I told you to go ahead, would you dare?” Han Bing replied.

“It’s the Nine Heavens Generals under the Leopard-Tailed God and the Six Paths Generals under the Wasp God, isn’t it? You’ve arrived just in time, for here we’ve found two more great fiends! Seal them!” With a flourish, the Fourfold Grand General unfurled a scroll, revealing vast mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles.

Shang Moze lay back with his eyes closed in his seat. His tone sounded the same as always, but his ragged breathing betrayed the hint of unease stirring within him.

Han Bing gave a cold laugh, and suddenly a stream of black energy erupted from her body. An arm clad in black armor reached out from the void and struck, sending the man in white flying backward. In the next instant, the arm vanished into thin air as if it had never appeared.

As for Mu Jing in the top lane, her awareness was so sharp it was almost as if she had some cheat enabled. Even without vision, her professional instincts seemed to let her dodge every attack from the enemy Blind Monk with uncanny precision.

But the gun fired only once. Sanmu muttered to himself. Clearly, this was not an ambush, but a warning shot. At that realization, Sanmu let out a cold laugh and signaled his men to halt. Now it was a contest of endurance.

“Come sit here. Let me explain things slowly,” Ling’er gently beckoned Han Bing to sit beside her, filling Han Bing’s heart with warmth.

Both point guards put on a spectacular display in the second quarter, countering each other move for move—making this duel one of the season’s most dazzling matchups between guards.

After Yang Zaixing finished speaking, he closed his eyes to meditate. But Daniu couldn’t easily calm his mind; he was still pondering the meaning behind Jiranzi’s words. Suddenly, another thought occurred to Daniu.

“In your dreams! What are you all gawking at? Get him! All together now—cripple him!” Ma Ziqing shouted furiously. At this point, more than a dozen of his men had shown up, some of them top-tier fighters far superior to himself.

Tracing things back to the source, the true ancestor of Fran and Remy’s bloodline could only be Dracula. And it was hardly surprising that Dracula, the master of dominion, wielded the power to command angels.

The two seemed to have come to a tacit understanding and withdrew their strength at the same moment, leaving Zhao Fuxin unsure how to proceed.

Gu Lian sat alone, savoring tea in a private room of an elegant tea house near the Shanghai Exhibition Center in the Jing’an District, her posture relaxed and leisurely.

He understood clearly that to rise in the ranks, he needed someone backing him. With no family or connections, if he wanted to secure this relationship, he had to prove his worth. So long as he had value, he would be granted certain privileges.

“Hmph! If anyone needs to be cautious, it’s you! How could I, Zhang Fei, ever lose?” Zhang Fei snorted dismissively.

“I’ll handle this. The rest of you, just do what you’re supposed to do!” Ye Xiaofeng declared resolutely.