Chapter 57: Little Zhang's Card Memory is God-Tier; He Even Knows How Many Cards the Opponents Have Left

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To be honest, deep down I did feel some sympathy for Huang Yu, but since he had become a rival in love, there had to be a loser, and I certainly did not want that person to be me. Reality is just that cruel. Gao Haotian wore a look that said, "I knew it would be this way," and the two exchanged smiles.

With his words, everyone took it lightly—after all, they were just playing a game, and no one truly believed it could summon a ghost.

"Enough about them. Have you rested enough? Let’s keep exploring," Tong En said, amused by Xu Hui’s angry expression but unwilling to continue that topic, so she changed the subject.

"Although I don’t understand the principles Professor Jin explained, I think he’s truly amazing—almost comparable to Einstein!" Long Sheng exaggerated in praise of Professor Jin.

At that moment, the flying dragon beneath Young Master Mu let out a mournful cry and then fainted. It was only a low-level flying dragon, at the King Realm tier; how could it withstand the terrifying Asura power of Young Master Mu?

Ming Zhao, noticing her cold tone, was unwilling to say another word and, somewhat annoyed, strode forward with a flick of her sleeve.

"Why does the Tian Shi Sect want me dead? Why do they want to wipe out the entire War Leopard?" Long Sheng asked.

Yuan Chuyao’s harsh words were simply facts; harsh truths are always hard to accept.

Perhaps… the Yuan family wasn’t beheaded, Prince Sheng was not poisoned, and maybe even the Emperor was merely feigning death.

The sword in Jun Moxi’s hand gave off no spiritual energy, appearing to be an ordinary weapon. Yet, this simple blade withstood the strike of Guo Chun, who was at the Spirit Transformation stage and wielded a spiritual weapon.

However, in a world where the Capital’s Genius Class was the ultimate goal, although Ye Feng gained fame relatively late and many didn’t know him yet, in Huacheng High School, no one dared to rank above him but second place was undeniably his.

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There was no doubt Zhao Lan cared for her son, but was what she believed to be care truly good?

When Han Xu mentioned Ning Le of the Ning Group, his fists clenched tightly, trembling with excitement as a golden-red internal energy swirled around his body.

This act of enduring humiliation for the greater good deserved commendation; not only was he rewarded with a thousand gold coins, but he was also granted his late father’s marquis title, inheriting the peerage for generations.

I smiled awkwardly and turned back to the team. This guy’s got a plan; looks like I was overthinking it.

The Execution Sword looked at Nangong Tianyu as if he were a fool and disdainfully said, "What? You’ve only scratched the surface of sword comprehension. If you want to understand the sword more deeply, what else do you want?"

Mo Xue smiled softly and shook her head. "Old Sect Leader, I would have gladly done this before, but now I have my own path. My cultivation method and technique are completely different from yours. Please understand."

"Lingmei, can you run?" Zete asked Lingmei, who hadn’t turned around to see the approaching monsters.

Late at night, behind the Demon Emperor’s Palace, surrounded by folding screens and glass tile skylights, on a throne backed by the Demon Emperor’s main hall, Du Yuan sat quietly, lost in thought.

Du Yuan received a crystal parchment depicting the latest star domain map centered on the Jiuli Sacred Land, a blueprint based on ancient world-class relics.

Yet humanity had survived in such harsh conditions. Seeing the resilient humans stirred compassion in Tianye’s heart, so he gathered other spirit beasts and decided to protect this strong species.

Teacher Tang himself bent down to hide among the mechanical capsules, observing the newcomers through the gaps.

This scene stopped the team led by Duan Cizong in their tracks. He ordered the troops to halt and provide disaster relief on site, escorting part of the relief supplies and silver with three thousand Left Guard troops from the capital.

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There were servant quarters, guest houses, reception halls, fairy cuisine kitchens, general goods courtyards, and five family lodgings; Seven Star Bridge, Dragon Pearl Courtyard, North American Gardens, and more. Truly, the list was endless.

By now, Mo Chaozhen and Mu Ziyun had vaguely felt it—their bodies had become heavy, or rather, this was the true weight. Without martial energy and strength, they were nothing more than ordinary people.

"Brother Yan, this match is a serious matter for marriage. Do you really think a few flattering words will get you through? You’re being far too naive!" Yan Lu spoke as a figure descended from the sky.

That day, he had gone to find Zhao Rui himself and said, "The work results these past two days have been excellent." Zhao Rui, seeing the boss’s sly, fox-like smile, knew he had no good intentions—he was clearly scheming against Qin Ming.

"Two deities of the Three Realms?" Li Yang squinted slightly at the two escaping Black Stone Tribe elites.

Chu Feng answered his phone quickly, summoned a dimensional worm, which immediately gnawed open a black hole. Chu Xiong held Chu Feng and leapt into the black hole, disappearing from sight.

Chu Xiong still had bread in his mouth, and the Bull Demon King’s eyes were full of curiosity. Both looked at Chu Feng, waiting for his next words.

A few days ago, I had seen this New Year event and thought to send blessings closer to the holiday.

By 6 a.m., two teams had captured nine fugitives. Although only half the number on the wanted list, this was considered an excellent result compared to usual. Some even said that Chief Chen’s prediction was right—today truly was an auspicious day.