Volume 1, Chapter 55: Verbal Sparring with the Great Toad

What is courage? To know no fear and stubbornly forge ahead is merely recklessness. To know fear, yet still press forward—that is true courage.

When Lin Yichen's bounty was posted, numerous UFC fighters secretly set their sights on the reward. Fifty thousand US dollars was an immense temptation, and the entire UFC league was stirred into a frenzy.

"Your Highness King Yong, your high regard for my Emperor fills this humble official with profound gratitude. Yet why does Your Highness insist that my Emperor ascend the throne?" Master Li asked.

"Perhaps he has left," Xueye said with utmost solemnity. "Qiancun, do not listen to his words." When I made mistakes, he would counsel me just as he once did, remaining my stern censor.

Throughout antiquity, very few have ever been able to reach the farthest expanses of this vast starry sky, while countless astonishing secrets remain concealed within it.

Just as they were descending the stairs, however, they heard another "ding!" at the entrance—Mr. Connor had returned as well.

Lin Yichen and Wang Tongtong considered experience above all else; they believed that defeat was not terrifying, as it allowed them to gather strength and strike again next time. Old Luo's considerations, however, were not so simple. He had to account for multifaceted impacts, particularly the reactions of the domestic combat sports community.

"Why deceive yourself? Yushu, I still understand your heart. You like me, don't you?" Situ Xuan stared intently into Lin Yushu's tear-filled eyes, asking with absolute sincerity, as if he wanted to obtain her inner thoughts and affirmation right at that moment.

Wei Dalin watched helplessly as his younger brother became the commander of a regional fleet, while he himself remained merely a deputy to Xu Song in the Minor Treasury.

Upon hearing this voice, everyone present found it thoroughly familiar, and simultaneously turned to look behind the Fourth Raikage. Emerging from behind the curtain was a figure clad in white robes with red hair.

Wu Zhaoshu flicked his wrist, transforming the light of the Bagua mirror from white to a scorching golden glow, instantly enveloping the ghost.

Right at that moment, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the treasure-seeking mink fell into a trap. Immediately following this, the tree branches above snapped upward violently, and the mink, wrapped tightly in a net concealed below, was catapulted high into the air.

"I believe they calculated that we would definitely hijack the train, so they wove a net and simply waited for us to walk right into it," Wu Zhaoshu said.

Hearing Yang Yinzhi speak thus, I initially wanted to ask questions, but before I could utter a word, Yang Yinzhi pushed open the door of the private room, leaving me no opportunity to inquire further.

What did that signify? It meant that the alternate world Xu Dong had reached was immensely distant from Earth, perhaps not even in the same dimension.

At this thought, Zhang Miao's lips twitched twice before he formed the hand seals to release the Impure World Reanimation Technique.

Had Senju Tobirama been a living mortal, he would have perished by now. However, as an immortal entity summoned via the Reanimation Technique, after suffering a fatal blow from Senju Chejian, he merely lay motionless for a few seconds before rising once more and retreating back to Senju Hashirama's side.

During his lifetime, Cao Cao held absolute authority. To put it politely, he was an influential minister; to put it bluntly, he was a treacherous sycophant.

Noisy though the bar was, the commotion caused by my kick was undeniably loud. The moment the door panel crashed to the ground, every member of the Wild Wolf Gang inside cast astonished glances toward the entrance.

Mingyang frowned. Naturally, he was aware of this matter, having pondered it more than once in the past. Yet now, he found himself somewhat reluctant to verify it.

"No," Ye Li shook her head. Upon returning, she had noticed that the other car at home was absent; the driver must have taken Aunt Zhao to buy groceries. She was ravenously hungry, but had no idea what edible items remained in the house.

May met Zhang Fang here, though whether Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia knew in advance remains unknown. They very likely knew, and almost certainly gave their full approval.

Seeing Liu Ningshui's somewhat exaggerated demeanor, Han Yuye smiled. "Silly girl!" With that, in exceptionally high spirits, he tousled Liu Ningshui's meticulously styled hair into a bird's nest. "I'm going to go check on that fellow," he added, leaving Liu Ningshui with nothing but a dashing silhouette.

Expecting to receive a slap, Cheng Yuan looked at the fleeing Lu Chenxi with a pang of guilt, secretly regretting whether he had been far too impulsive just now.

Faced with the sea of lightning, the giant finally felt fear, retreating step by step and causing the earth to tremble beneath its weight.

Setting down his teacup with a sharp clink, Wang Yi gazed at Zhang Zhiheng's gloomy visage, a piercing cold light flashing in his deep black eyes. While Wang Yi genuinely cared little for the position of guest elder for the Fan family, he would never tolerate Zhang Zhiheng's repeated provocations.

If nothing else, simply the fact that Faker, after rising to the pinnacle of the world, experienced a year of decline only to stand tall once more, set him far above the vast majority of professional players—or indeed, most people in this world.

Li Zhichen loosened his grip, plunging directly off the peak and tumbling downward. The ground beneath the Demon Lord shattered as well, sending the Demon Lord tumbling down alongside him. Amidst the roaring thunderclouds, the entire world was left with only terrifying peals of thunder. Two figures plummeted successively from the isolated peak, landing on the ground below with two heavy, echoing thumps.

Xing'er deliberated for a long time. Hearing the unsettling commotion inside the room, she could no longer suppress her anxiety and rushed toward the main chamber.

The purpose of informing him beforehand that government troops would soon arrive was to inflict a powerful psychological shock, preventing him from acting as unbridled and lawless as before.

Seeing that even the high-ranking officials of their imagination treated the young man with such deference, the disaster victims cast aside their contempt for Wang Pingan, replacing it with deep awe—though they still could not suppress their irrepressible curiosity.

By this time, he had already slipped up to the entrance of the security building, and the men inside would never have imagined that he had already infiltrated the premises.