Chapter 86: I Choose Bai Haochen of the Knight Temple and Cai’er of the Assassin Temple

The Demon Hunter Troupe Selection Tournament’s individual competition had officially concluded. Bai Nianxuan from the Priest’s Sanctuary rose to fame with a single battle, claiming the championship title. Guided by staff, all participants entered the venue one after another. Meanwhile, dozens of workers pushed a massive platform fitted with numerous rollers into the arena.

Atop the platform rested a colossal roulette wheel.

The contestants lined up in two rows; the top sixteen stood in the front row. They exchanged glances, remaining silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter together.

The audience watched in awe, deeply shaken by the spectacle before them; had they not witnessed it themselves, it would have been impossible to grasp such power.

Wang Yuan, confronted with the bloodshed and fratricide unfolding before him, tensed every muscle, his aura suppressed to its lowest point by the art he practiced.

He wondered whether the forest might hide rare herbs like the Wind Condensing Grass, offering him further enhancements.

The consensus among the spectators was unanimous: Lin Lang’s luck seemed extraordinary, but relying solely on his abilities and his dominance in the field, victory appeared almost unattainable.

Guo Xinglin, son of Shaanxi Province’s wealthiest man, was a household name throughout Xijing City.

Meanwhile, in a director’s office within Jiang Group, the middle-aged man from earlier made a phone call.

Glancing at the cavalrymen nearby, who eyed him warily, Shen Rusong studied the military map being distributed, silently memorizing the route assigned to Company One.

Thus, the Tide Leader could only manifest even more powerful creatures to subdue the Berserker and grind him into the ground.

Cap remained silent, though he couldn't help but admire the man who had long held the title of strongest; only this man was worthy to challenge Roger.

Some were stunned, some surprised, some shaken, some bewildered, some despondent; in the end, their eyes grew sore, and some even wept aloud.

Nalan Xue, satisfied, reached out to pinch Jiang Yue’s earlobe, then asked him another question, teasingly.

“Release!” With a volley of arrows, the charge was led by Baolong, who was shot down. Zhao Fan, seeing a force blocking his path, realized he could not break through and dismounted to surrender.

The attendant, caught by Simon’s murderous gaze, felt his heart skip several beats; a chilling sensation, as if his bones had been sliced, flooded from deep within and quickly spread through his body.

Denise’s smile never wavered; it revealed nothing, neither confirming Zhao Yan’s words nor disproving them.

Life in Hao City was currently calm and peaceful, so tranquil it seemed as though she had lived this way for ages.

Miao Tian and several elders from the Thunder Mansion were dispatched across various regions to prevent retaliation from the Liu and Lin families.

Those who wished him dead, unable to destroy him in court, resorted to underhanded tactics in the barracks, plotting his demise with covert blows.

To learn magic from her? Impossible; from the glance Yao Qingfeng just gave, she had already subconsciously chosen to downplay the notion of ‘teaching magic.’

The truck’s rear door was already open, revealing neatly arranged fabrics in the cargo hold, a dazzling array of colors that might leave anyone overwhelmed.

“Of course, I can spare them, but I still need an explanation—surely that isn’t unreasonable?” Zhao Wu’an asked.

Zhao Wu’an listened to their conversation in a daze, motionless like a wooden statue, his thoughts drifting far away.

Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, August fifteenth. At dawn, Yan Shi was dragged out of bed by Madam Shen, who insisted he deliver gifts to the Wen family, his future in-laws. With the marriage alliance now settled, only the wedding remained, so every courtesy needed to be observed. Helpless, Yan Shi took the gifts and arrived at the Wen residence.