Volume One, Chapter 109: The Ancient Fist Technique

His fists seemed to be ablaze, two surges of fierce energy gathering atop them.
“Mountain-Shattering Fist!”
With a thunderous punch, Ding Dang struck. Wang Hu, standing three or four meters away, was hit as if by an invisible tank and flew backward through the air.
Montage keenly noticed a slight indentation forming on Wang Hu’s chest from the impact.
“Striking from a distance?”
“Heh! That’s fine. But my plan is to send you to the Calm Sea Gate to train,” Cheng Tao said, his eyes filled with hope.
The National Natural Science Foundation was surprised to hear this—Ye Fei actually had a connection with Academician Liu.
“Sorry, I have to return to Bit Star,” Duoduo said with difficulty, looking at everyone’s pleading eyes as he uttered the words.
The Zhao family was merely a barely second-tier cultivation clan; the strongest within was their head, Zhao Feilong, who had just entered the early Golden Core stage.
“I’ll go upstairs first,” Ye Wanwan said, leaving no room for Shen Yi to respond as she turned and swiftly ran upstairs.
“Let’s go out together. Without this ancestral medicine, we hope to advance to the Supreme Dao Fruit realm!” Xiaoyao helped a middle-aged man to his feet. This man was the eldest legitimate son of the Ren clan, the elder brother of the clan’s heir, and also Gao Qing’s uncle!
The crowd erupted in cheers; returning to Mu Bing Peak had been their constant longing for days on end, a dream they could not let go of.
That ancient coffin had been buried for many years, inevitably gathering a great deal of corpse qi or miasma inside—a timeless law of nature. Unless the coffin was empty, but that made no sense. Why would anyone go to such lengths to bury an empty coffin?
Han Shaohui was quite pleased with their performance, thinking the matter would be resolved perfectly. Yet, he had overlooked another party involved.
Meanwhile, the lead zombie altered its course, hoisting Meng Qi onto its shoulder, and ran up the mountain. After some time, it finally stopped.
Wang Ping looked at the young man with approval, like admiring a powerful cannon. This youth was indeed impressive—steady, honest, unassuming. Such people were rare nowadays.
Not only the English were heartbroken; merchants from other nations were equally devastated. They had come full of hope to seek fortune, only to find the Kingdom of Neptune so greedy it left no chance for survival.
Averaging 33 points per series, with only a single free throw per game, relying solely on a jump shot that left Popovich lamenting, crushing the Spurs.
“Then, if that move isn’t used, are these people unbeatable?” Cheng Yu, another strategist beside Liu Bei, asked.
The Right Wing, comprising one-third of the Yellow Turban forces—tens of thousands strong—collapsed completely. Panic and chaos rapidly spread throughout the ranks.
Yun Yun stood there, reciting every figure carved on the stone tablet from beginning to end, while Xiao Yan listened quietly to her.
“How can this be? Aren’t we teammates? Shouldn’t we share everything together?” Ukic said with feigned sincerity.
The images flickered intermittently but were bound by a coherent timeline. Yet, the flood of memories overwhelmed Liu Yusheng, causing his head to throb unbearably. He was utterly incapable of organizing them, clutching his head in agonized wails.
In both his previous life and before, he had been but a speck of dust in the sea of humanity, unnoticed by anyone.
Bai Yidong’s increasingly fierce back attacks were heart-stopping, while Garnett stealthily made his cut inside.
Soon after, the Mischievous Demon King arrived at the army’s location, where Liu Dalong was commanding the NPC troops, searching each household.