342: Chapter 342 Ten men go in, nine come out; not one can be missing?

Although Shen Yixuan had recovered his strength, he was not blindly optimistic like the others.

As the captain, his intuition told him that things were not that simple.

The rules had disappeared? Why?

Moreover, the vibration frequency of this seawater... something is wrong!

He suddenly raised his head and looked around.

The sea, which had previously only been rough and turbulent, now looked like boiling water, bubbling frantically!

"Hee hee, Fourth Sister-in-law is so pretty; I like Fourth Sister-in-law more and more!" Leng Wuxuan said bluntly, leaning his head against Lin Hanxi's frail shoulder in a spoiled manner.

"What?" Wushuang, who was pouring tea, dropped her teacup upon hearing Feng Yufei's words, the vessel shattering with a crisp sound.

Speaking, Luo Xi snatched the sword from Feiyu's hand and plunged it directly into Ling Yu's chest. She avoided the vital organs because she was ultimately soft-hearted and only wanted to teach them a lesson.

After the call ended, two lines of clear tears streamed down Yan Wan's face, but she had no time to wipe them away.

"Oh, that's right, you're the protagonist here today. Fine, I'll leave it to you so you can have your fun," Zhao Hu said, slowly walking away to begin torturing Duan Wu, the boss of the school district housing.

For some reason, Leng Wuchen suddenly felt a sense of urgency. Unknowingly, Lin Hanxi had become so familiar with the people around him; this was something he had never expected and had completely overlooked.

Perhaps the mindset of most people is that if they can get something for free, they generally aren't willing to spend money on it.

Gongsun Jing knew Lin Hanxi's pulse better than anyone. In the past, the strange poison hidden within her body would manifest ferociously in her pulse.

Mu Ximei smiled upon hearing this, but a subtle sorrow immediately flashed in her eyes, etching a faint crease onto her bright-eyed, beautiful face.

The first step is to steady Abenat, and then obtain the information I need from him.

His figure blurred, and like a venomous python, he coiled upward, entangling a Lingyun Life Warrior. He thrust his great hammer forward, crushing the opponent into a pulp, hands and all. Without pausing, he charged into the regrouping Life Warriors with his pair of great hammers, rampaging like a demonic bull.

He deliberately walked along the shadowed side to the door and suddenly pushed it open. Seeing the three people outside quickly straighten up, his wariness instantly vanished.

"Get up." A trace of fatigue appeared in Wukong's eyes. To cast the contract, he had exhausted his recently recovered spiritual power and would need some time to recover again, but the sacrifice was worth it.

"You might not know this, but I just asked the villagers. To the south of this town lies Mingcui Mountain. I plan to scout the area today and head into the mountains tomorrow," Mingxuan said with a smile.

As for how secret it was... even Zhang Hao, who had worked here for several years, didn't know; only his father and grandfather knew a little bit about it.

Once the Three-Step Achievement is complete, one can cultivate an external incarnation. There is another benefit: one's soul power will slowly increase across both bodies. When restored to the peak, one possesses two bodies, providing a chance to maneuver should any unexpected misfortune occur.

The major gambling houses, in particular, had been meticulously preparing for the martial arts tournament betting over the past few days. They spared no expense, using various channels to gather information and inquire about this year's participants. They had already listed eight individuals as potential championship candidates and opened betting pools.

"Facing such a bizarre attack, I'm afraid I couldn't remain as calm and composed. It seems Yu Ming has improved quite a bit during this time; I fear I've been left behind," Yao Xing said, his expression somewhat gloomy.

Lin Yun soared into the air and reached directly into the starry map on the dome. With a rumble, the starlight within the hall began to fade.

The sword light streaked toward him. The young man had a cold expression, his lips moving as he faintly uttered the words, "Draw sword." To draw the sword was to seal the throat—a single strike to take a life.