Chapter 13154 — A Second Place Would Do Just Fine

"Maybe we should just call it off? A second place would do just fine."

The Iron Wall Squad's Number One could not help but make the suggestion.

The others all turned to look at Qiu Gan.

Being knocked out of the running like this was a bitter pill, but it still beat being toyed to death, having the water temperature used against them until they dropped.

Qiu Gan ground his teeth and gave a cold snort. "This is a secret realm being opened for the first time—how many times a year do we get to fight in something like this? Now that we finally have a chance to compete for first...

Gao Sheng walked into the great hall and saw the Squire Gao bellowing at several of the Gao family's guards and personal retainers. He entered the room and, not daring to say a word, stood to one side with his head lowered.

Scarface still met every change with constancy; the power of the "flame fist" in his hand was boosted once more, and amid the battering blows he dissolved the offensive.

Zhou Ke, not quite catching what Peng Huan meant by those words, slowly set down the teacup in his hand with a face full of puzzlement and looked toward the doorway.

Among them, some harbored goals, while others drifted in a daze. Those of shallower thought ascribed the cruelty to the other candidates and then reasoned that it was because of others' ruthlessness that they had been forced to grow strong and become hard-hearted in turn—this mindset might tentatively be called the first stage of understanding cruelty.

Seeing her irritation, Wei Qilang did not try to soothe her, only smiled. He knew in his heart that the reason Su Liuyu had given the child such a name, and sent along his mother's keepsake, was most likely to repay the debt for saving Su Liuyuan back then.

If they could seize the moment—engaging the foe head-on while striking where they were unprepared—they would surely annihilate the enemy without a trace or a shadow.

Pikachu was rattling on endlessly about the exotic beast materials he needed, but Liang Zhijin had been utterly lost from the moment he heard the first term.

No sooner had Liang Zhijin and the others returned to the War God Base City than a War God Guard came to the door with a notice: the Chief of the Tribunal requested their presence and meant to take Shi Yue and Yan Que away.

Song Zhe sensed that tremendous surge of energy, though at this moment it could do him no harm. He pressed on, his target the very place where Giles was located.

As for hitching a ride, Yin Yue did not refuse; the corners of her eyes curved ever so slightly, and she reached back to pat the rear seat of the electric scooter, motioning for Yang Mobai to climb on.

"Yes, Captain Meng," the officers around him answered, and began cuffing the lot of them—though naturally, those gravely wounded were not cuffed, but instead carried on stretchers into the ambulances by the nurses who had come down from the vehicles trailing the police cars.

"Father, did Dong Zhuo not heed General Lu's counsel?" Diaochan recounted to him what she had said to Lü Bu and Wang Yun.

"Tianming" hastily hunched forward and swatted at it, but that multicolored bird was remarkably nimble—as the slap swept in, it darted swiftly back, then regarded "Tianming" with a look of smug triumph.

Taishi Ci stood seven chi seven cun tall, with a handsome beard and long, ape-like arms skilled at archery; his bowstring never loosed a wasted shot—a true master archer.

At Mei Aoran's question, Gu Ziqi fell silent, but Qin Gu looked toward Mo Langyue, who held a crude wooden ladle and was carefully stirring the roiling meat in the pot.

At the street corner, several mischievous children gazed at the rainbow, dreaming of the future along the muddy road—and even Nangong Aoxue, whose white-robed figure kept her gaze cold as ice all day long, found a trace of warmth in her eyes.

Gu Yuehua watched her son run off into the distance and smiled with indulgence. No matter what he became, so long as he lived well and could call her "Mom," she was content.

Chunyu Pipi gave a dry chuckle, only then realizing the slight misunderstanding from before, though he offered no explanation. He merely plucked up three beads, wedged them between his fingers, and with a flick of his hand hurled them out; trailing a sharp gust, the three beads flew straight at Han Qingying in the center of the painted boat.

"That serious?" Though Huang Kui's brows were tightly knit, not a trace of fear could be seen in his eyes anymore.

The remaining four figures swayed, and in the blink of an eye they had retreated to the foot of the steps before the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, lining up in a single row.