Chapter 75: Crisis Beneath the Water

In the double room next door, Professor Lu Xing and Professor Hong Zhen were chatting with Ma Wei; neither of them felt the least bit sleepy.

This way, the team would have both height and strength at point guard. Next season, they could start Watson to ensure stability, keeping Westbrook as a backup, whose style actually suited the role well.

Han Zhitian and Zhou Xiaoxiao became the focal point. Zhou Xiaoxiao, unable to endure the pressure, asked Yun Xi if they should perhaps hold a meeting to explain things.

In the end, the Patriarch of the Tianyan Empire chose to perish together with his two formidable foes amid the broken mountains, having already slain dozens of powerful enemies at the Yin Cauldron realm along the way.

The notorious demon lord beside him, once a figure of great terror, now seemed to him nothing more than a pitiable old man ensnared by love.

“Brother Jiang, the sniper is at our rear. I’m the last in line; there’s no one else behind us,” one of the Xilun replied.

It was true: the machines in MLA were not designed to be especially appealing—at least, Reno had never liked them much.

While the others spoke, Lin Tian had been observing with his x-ray vision; another burst of sparks shot from the wiring inside. There was no room for argument now—everyone caught the smell of burning plastic.

There was no alternative. Reno’s public identity was now that of an Adjuster, meaning only Orb and Plant could offer him protection in this world.

With these thoughts, Reno steeled himself and pressed forward. The series’ machines, whose beam rifle mechanisms differed from those in the SEED universe, would not be diverted by anti-beam systems.

“Wife, what brings you here?” Shangguan Lan didn’t even turn around; she knew exactly who was behind her and asked without confirmation.

By contrast, Yuezi could only muster a wry smile, one hand at her waist, the other wiping away sweat, her expression tinged with helplessness.

Mr. San let out a heavy grunt, his tall frame staggering back a few steps as scalding blood spurted from his body.

She had been watching Quan Shaoqing when he suddenly turned, locking eyes with her. Jinnian immediately looked away.

“Tch, who wants to look at you? With that stench of rotting meat, not even the dogs on the street would sniff you,” Li Zixuan gloated.

As Ye Luo spoke, she drew closer, leaving less than ten centimeters between their faces; it would take only the slightest movement for their lips to meet.

As I closed the door, I glanced back to see Xue Qi, frozen like a statue by the bedside—pale, rigid, lifeless, utterly desolate.

He was so close that Jinnian could clearly detect the faint scent of mint mouthwash on his breath as he spoke.

“Boss, do you have any better raw stones?” Lin Jiaxuan suddenly walked into a luxuriously appointed jade shop, eyeing the rough stones on display with great interest.

“I don’t believe your motives are so simple—you’re definitely not here just to get some extraterrestrial jade to carve,” Xue Yang chuckled. No matter how you looked at them, they hardly seemed the good sort.

“Fine. While chatting with her, she agreed: if my approach works, she’ll recommend me to the King of Fusang’s wife. Then we can figure something out,” Su Xia said.

“Absolutely not! Not two drops, not even one!” Odin remained resolute in his refusal.

In terms of content, the alchemy of the New Country ought to fall under the category of internal alchemy. Compared with the alchemy he learned in Amestris—especially the Philosopher’s Stone and the external elixir—it all seemed to belong to the same sphere.

Moving in close, his right hand seized Tanaka’s knife-wielding wrist, his left grabbed the belt at Tanaka’s waist. With a turn of his body, he threw Tanaka down, then hauled him back up with a forceful tug.

Seeing the warrior charge in an attempt to cut off Huang Yan’s pursuit of their mage, Huang Yan switched from attack to capture, lunging forward to grab the mage’s right hand and shield him from the charging foe.

At this point, Lu Zhishen’s concern for Lin Chong stemmed purely from respect for Lin Chong’s martial prowess, and from Lu Zhishen’s own chivalrous nature.

The camera cut to a man with wings, flying freely in the sky—far stronger than Li Jin and Li Yu from before.

Elsewhere, Huang Yan had run dozens of miles and was now resting against a tree, gripping his trident tightly, surrounded by the corpses of several beasts: serpents, tigers, monkeys, tree frogs, and others.

It had been a long time since he’d felt anything like this—a uniquely human surge of emotion.

That said, Wu Song was confident he could reclaim command of the New Imperial Army from Lu Qian; for now, there was no need for Wu Yong’s advice.

While Liu Ya fetched the medicine, Jinlan waited in the garden. As it happened, Ashu was there too, and the venomous insect he kept suddenly leapt at Jinlan, biting her hand.

“True, but sometimes reality is cruel… By the way, your family…” She abruptly cut herself off, having already seen during her fortune-telling that this person was long divorced and had no wife.

Xier felt a great sense of relief after speaking, especially upon learning that those people had gone to threaten Xu Ning’s family as well.

Faced with Mu Na’s mischievous, cunning smile, Xiao Junyan was momentarily entranced. He took a step forward, pulled her into his arms, and pressed a fierce kiss to her soft, pink lips.

All the spectators arrived at the martial arena, each filled with anticipation as they took their seats.

I was a step too late, and I didn’t want to interfere with your marriage—regret haunted me ever since; even if I had to steal you away, I should have.

Madam Yang was saddened, yet she had to comfort Xu Lingjie. She said, “You’re right; you sisters can never go back to how things were.”