Chapter 147: A Certain Connection

The upcoming matches were utterly insignificant to Jiang Chen.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Chen casually defeated three more opponents, once again securing a spot in the top ten.

By a stroke of coincidence, among those defeated was a master from the Murong clan. Despite exhausting every trick in his arsenal, he couldn’t last three moves against Jiang Chen.

As a result...

Li Jun explained that the three of them had never clashed with Sun Lei from the beginning; even when Song Jiang caused trouble for Sun Lei, they had not gotten involved.

Returning to the Eastern internal battle, IG struck first against TaoBo, wrapping up both matches in under twenty-five minutes.

Cheng Yijin was momentarily stunned and took a long while to fully grasp what had been said.

At this moment, the broadcast audience had multiplied several times over; even the data monitoring team at Huya was astonished.

Later, when the persistent figure turned out to be President Shen, he racked his brain in vain trying to understand.

Chu Yuan’s deep, shadowed eyes contracted slightly, a vague and indescribable feeling stirring within.

Xiang Ye’s silence didn’t faze Chen Li; after all, they had known each other long enough to be familiar.

A lethal strike from a curved blade, enhanced by the second level of Qi refinement, was beyond the likes of Shui Yunxiang or Zhou Yanxing.

The heart of the Nine Evils Elder bled as he fully controlled the corpse-driving bell, channeling an eerie black aura into the body.

His mother said he was still alive, living somewhere she did not know. Perhaps he found her bothersome and hid away, unwilling to see her.

There was no other way. Fang Yaozhang’s marksmanship had already surpassed what words could describe. The dagger’s edge, the square hole of the copper coin, and the distant tin can—these three targets were not especially difficult, but not just anyone could hit them.

Yet even so, Huang Liancheng showed no intention of observing. He had watched ten times already. If all else failed, handing it over to Baiyun Factory was no problem. The issue was that he was already tied to the Soviet line, so there was no need to cling to a single tree; whether he watched or not made no difference to Huang Liancheng.

His body was as steady as Mount Tai, his hands still tightly restraining me. His actions were telling me something.

“Bah! Who’s his son? I’m not that beast’s son; you’re his son!” Yueyang shouted angrily, handcuffed by the police.

“Yu Kexin, are you three years old? Is this a face-value society? Just because you’re handsome, can you swipe your face to get a free meal?” Ye Chenmeng chided her with exasperation, poking Yu Kexin’s forehead.

Such a domineering Huo Junzhe reminded Ai Mu of when she first met him—relentless, relentless, giving no one a moment to breathe.

One must understand that the reason the U.S. military holds the position as the world's strongest force lies in their unparalleled firepower. Because of this, they fear no opponent in a firepower showdown; on this planet, no country dares to trade blows with the heavily armed U.S. forces.

She turned her gaze away, but his long fingers grasped her chin, forcing her to look back at the man’s exquisitely sculpted features.

In Wang Ming’s hands, a thousand hands danced rapidly. Suddenly, the Chaos Tower appeared within his body, a treasure of chaos descending to envelop Wang Ming in an eternal golden light shield, protecting his flesh and blood. His assaults continued relentlessly, locked in fierce battle with the chaotic demons.

“Truly miraculous,” Xiao Yi remarked admiringly, while within the consciousness space, he inquired of Ming Lei.

Ting Feng’s mind was swept by endless waves, shaking his sea of consciousness, destroying the source. Yet his World Tree swayed gently, emanating the Light of the World, suppressing the sonic waves.

Wall Street’s big players began to stir, reaching out to Chen Shijun and others tentatively.