جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 700

When Orson Ford was halfway through the passage, he suddenly stopped. He seemed to be reflecting on something, appearing dazed.The symbolic connotation of the text was profound. Based on Orson Ford’s experience, it was reasonable for him to react in such a way. A hush fell over the class with Orson’s sudden silence. The students stared at Orson, not quite understanding the situation. The silence persisted for approximately ten seconds until Orson turned his head to stare out the window.Then, he noticed a familiar yet foreign man who was clearly at death’s door standing outside.Orson’s mind went blank in that instant. It took him a good long while to react.The other villagers of Wincier Village might not recognize him, but Orson definitely could. After all, he was his father.“Students, let’s have a self-study session.”Orson briefed them, set down his textbook, and left the classroom.On the grass plot outside the classroom, Ferguson Ford exerted strenuous effort to rema

The next morning, Tyr Summers left Khanh City for Strego City.The great battle was scheduled to take place in a month. Now, the time had finally arrived for the war on Nameless Island of Dunham Lake to take place.That evening, this villa district of West Lake was bustling with activity. All the combat experts that sided with Tyr’s, together with the major clans’ elites, had arrived.The Yorke family, the Quintus family, the Lund family, the Jones family, the Wolf’s Den, Canonteign Mansion of West Suez, and other forces had allocated their elites to gather at the West Lake Villa area. The group was made up of several forces that were nearly five hundred people strong.This battle wasn’t the so-called underground gang fight; being greater in number didn't necessarily affect the outcome of the war. This war was a martial arts event that can determine the future of the entire southern clans. Though it was a battle between Tyr and Sachin, the winner got to determine the south’s future

Things had come down to this. Tyr Summers had nothing left to say. He was the first to take a step as he walked toward the woods.He was followed closely by the black cloud of men. The murderous aura emanating from their bodies was dense enough to fill the sky. Finally, the prologue of the great war had kicked off.Simultaneously, as Tyr and his group moved into the woods, a speedboat was coming their way at top speed.The man on board was so eager. He just leaped from the boat as soon as it docked. And, he managed to land firmly on the ground.Then, he stared at the army before him, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly. He still had his black cloth bag with him. Subsequently, he was catching up with the troop at the highest speed.This man was the little scholar of Canonteign Mansion from West Suez——Dickson Watt.Demi Bow had forbidden his only grandson to go to Nameless Island and participate in the big showdown between Tyr Summers and Sachin Taylor to save the famil

“Hey, Gorilla!”Matthew walked toward Tarzan and called out to him after Matthew Collins blasted away two of the Moore family’s elites.“’Sup?” Tarzan wiped the sweat off his face as he stared at Matthew with red eyes.“How about we have a little competition? Let’s find out who killed more opponents?”Matthew was eyeing Tarzan with interest. Tarzan was fated to become the biggest competitor of Matthew within the Wolf’s Den from the moment Tarzan joined the organization.Moreover, Matthew was a hammerhead. He had already taken Tarzan as his imaginary enemy for quite some time. Tarzan was fated to be a hassle by Matthew for a long time in the future.“Humph!”Tarzan grunted. He wasn’t keen on playing this stupid game with Matthew.He had his eyes on the three aces of the ex-Great Sky Group's. After all, Lucia Fyre was killed by them.Meanwhile, Lancelot Fyre was coming toward Tarzan. His blade was covered in blood. He had a fresh wound on his back. The blood was flowing from the

Although Ashblood and the rest of the Wolf’s Den members were severely injured, they remained on their feet, fighting and rallying themselves. Many people would have thrown in the towel at this point of the battle, but no, not Wolf’s Den.The longer they fought, the more aggressive they became. Pain, injuries, and death were nothing but an afterthought, their only goal right now was to keep fighting!A member of the Twenty-Three Golden Garrison raised his blade and looked at Ashblood coldly. “A bunch of stubborn people.”Just moments ago, he gave Ashblood three gnarly slash wounds on his body. Any other person would have collapsed onto the ground and be lying in a pool of their own blood.Yet, Ashblood remained on his feet and fought even more ferociously. He seemed not to feel pain at all.“I cannot believe it,” said the man, agitated.He had never seen anyone as dogged and relentless as Ashblood. Raising the blade in his hand, he charged toward Ashblood once again.Suddenly, a