26. The Third Episode Broadcast (Part One)

Upon hearing Staff Officer Xie’s words, everyone felt a sudden surge of clarity. They had been trapped in a logical fallacy, focusing entirely on how to capture the pump house. As long as they could eliminate the gunmen inside, whether or not the building itself was taken was irrelevant.

"Hey! You students, what do you think you're doing!" The hotel owner, finally snapping out of his stupor, rushed out from behind the front desk to question Mu Xue and Ruo Fei.

Lin Jue devoured two bowls of rice in a flurry. Green Dance promptly brought him a cup of tea. As she turned to leave, Lin Jue called her back.

Ye Shanghan felt suspicious, as he had filled the tank that afternoon, and the gauge still showed it was more than half full.

Far to the northwest, millions of miles beyond the dark night sky and across the Neon Kingdom, lay the Chinese mainland, still bathed in bright sunlight. That was Anna’s homeland.

Ear naturally knew I was blaming him, and he regretted not going to the fields to help Ah Xia. Just as he was about to nod, we heard an argument break out by the campfire. It seemed that Uncle Dachuan, usually so composed, was actually quarreling with Feng Shui Zhou.

Looking at the twin pistols at his feet, a vicious impulse seized him. Despite the excruciating pain in his knees, he struggled to reach for the weapons.

The prolonged, intense crowding caused almost everyone to suffer from cerebral hypoxia. The direct consequence was that many people’s minds became clouded and sluggish.

"Hmm—no need!" Liu Dacheng replied while reading what Zhong Wei had just written. "Write as much as you can, and more detail is better." As he spoke, Liu Dacheng sat down on Zhong’s bunk, signaling for him to continue.

In the arena, Xiao Yong wove through the circle of nine men while observing the onlookers. He noticed that the number of Martial Kings had risen to seven, and there were twenty late-stage Martial Lords, surrounding him in tight, layered rings.

The square-jawed cultivator didn't wait for the long-faced one to finish his sentence before slapping him across the face.

"You are not Mister!!!" Russell’s pupils constricted to mere pinpricks in an instant.

I had thought that eliminating Ye Tian would lead to a happy ending, but I never expected that after such a fierce battle, a completely exhausted Ye Tian could vanish before everyone’s eyes without leaving a trace of his aura.

However, one family did not have so many choices. That family was the Prince of Runan’s estate.

In particular, against the seven Perfect Great Sovereigns of the Caesar Empire, Kede’s undead army was reduced to ashes before it could even get close.

He now had only a third of his body left, and his energy was completely depleted, but he had at least escaped the risk of being shredded by the forces of space-time.

Given this, Wutian simply gave up on attacking and focused entirely on defense. In any case, his attacks were essentially useless against Xu Wuxie and Mao Wudi.

Logically speaking, this grand banquet could be considered a gathering of geniuses. Among them, Ling Hao appeared to be neither the most gifted nor the most powerful. Although he ultimately won seven consecutive victories, this was merely a competitive banquet for entertainment, which meant little to people like Yan Ruyan.

Ye Zhong fought fire with fire, pulling a dozen copper coins from his pocket and throwing them with a flick of his wrist, causing them to whistle through the air.

"YoRHa 2B, from now on, you will stay by my side. That is an order. If you dare to disobey, I will have 9S dismantled and his data deleted!" Lin Ai paused, not looking back as she spoke calmly.

Every inch of the training hall was so familiar to him—so familiar that he felt increasingly reluctant to leave.

"Oh no! I sense new energy!" Kel'Thuzad shouted nervously. Arthas hurriedly looked around, and it turned out that Kel'Thuzad’s fears were justified.

So, the current situation was this: the envoy’s body was being controlled by a mysterious person who called himself "The Puppeteer" and possessed terrifying powers of manipulation.

As she grew agitated, more of her alabaster skin became visible, appearing even more alluring. Especially in the mist, her pair of holy peaks, appearing and disappearing, were indescribably hazy and breathtakingly beautiful.

"Since that’s the case, let me show you the true gap in our power." Seeing that this guy was seriously deranged, Wang Jin prepared to take him down a peg.

I remember that Mao Shanming character seemed to have arrived at an inn, where he met people from the town who had gathered to resist the horse bandits. Wang Jin had his target: he would try inn after inn to see if he could join them in their fight against the bandits.

Looking at the map, the opposing bottom lane duo hadn't appeared since they last returned to base to resupply. It was highly likely they hadn't returned to push the bottom lane, but had instead chosen to come to the top lane to sandwich Fiora.

However, seeing that the support Miss Fortune had already built a Rylai's Crystal Scepter, one could only wonder what the authentic ADC Lucian, who was pinching pennies to afford his big item, was thinking.

The two were likely evenly matched in swordsmanship, but this Xiahou lacked the right temperament. It wasn't as if getting anxious provided a combat boost—it didn't—so Xiahou was defeated by Yan Chixia due to an arm injury.

And it was true; in Seimei’s memory, this barrier had been set up by the ancestor of the Antu family. That ancestor, known as the God of Onmyoji, was also named Antu Seimei. The current Seimei was given that name in hopes that he, too, would become a god-like figure like his ancestor.

This Madam Li had moved into Gray-Clad Lane around the time of the Tang Dynasty. As for her specific ailments or what parts she had traded for treatment, the history was too distant to verify.

Zhu Hongyuan scratched his head. He didn't know when he had learned to scratch his head like Long Yang, but perhaps it started from this very moment.

"Then what do you suggest we do? We worked so hard to cripple Lloyd, we can't let him off easily!" Ji Tian was locked in an inextricable battle with Vergil. He clearly felt the logic in Beidou’s words; after only three exchanges, Ji Tian already felt a sense of inadequacy.

*Whoosh...* The slime emperor opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing the lightning that Xie Nantian had used to trap Rose. Dark red dust drifted out from within Rose’s body and burrowed into the slime emperor.