Chapter 154: Tyrant Fist Gymnasium

The pugilists of the Tyrant Fist Pavilion were a group of wizards who pursued ultimate physical power. Rather than relying on the flamboyance of magic, they attained the pinnacle of strength through relentless physical training and the awakening of their bloodlines.

These pugilists adhered to a code of self-cultivation much like ancient knights, guarding their beliefs, justice, and honor with unshakeable willpower and formidable physiques.

As Qi Xiao slowly descended onto the training grounds of the Tyrant Fist Pavilion, pugilists dripping with sweat could be seen everywhere.

Old Man Mo finally broke into a slight smile, picked up the dice to roll a round, and drew his tiles from the designated position according to the rules.

The other party also seemed quite aggrieved. After all, his boss's phone call had come so abruptly that neither Ye Yunjie and Jiang Hao nor even he himself had been prepared for it, leaving them utterly at a loss.

Zhao Shanhe looked around suspiciously. What on earth was this place, and why was there the voice of a powerful human being?

When Ren Feiyang uttered these words, he cast another burning gaze at Zhao Baoming, filled with a mixture of lamentation and anger.

Once he made this promise, He Dong fell silent. If things went on like this, he would have no way to take action all year round, and without taking action, he would have no way to prove his love. He wore a look of utter helplessness, yet even so, she would not object.

Very few people came out of a genuine desire to seek answers. The people on this street were exceptionally wealthy; they had merely heard of her accuracy and come to test a few questions to see if the rumors were true. To put it bluntly, many were simply idle folks burning money for amusement.

Carrying this complex state of mind, he decided to return home first and wait for Lin Ruozhi, intending to make a final decision only after seeing what kind of information she would bring back.

At 9:30 in the morning, Ning Yan completed his customary morning fitness routine, took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and sat down on the living room sofa.

In his own words, having once been a police officer, he knew how grueling police work could be, and he therefore tried his best not to add to the police's burdens.

Sure enough, Li Zhannan called Gan Tiantian numerous times with no answer, and subsequently switched to calling Xu Xiaoxiao.

He had heard that the doctors here were all terribly rigid and old-fashioned, making it imperative not to neglect the proper etiquette when formally becoming a disciple. Fortunately, Scholar Zhao had taught him some basic protocol beforehand, but having walked for so long... he had started to forget a bit.

Yet now, upon hearing this single name, their understanding of the past and present underwent a earth-shattering transformation.

"What's the difference?" Zhao Yangfan still failed to grasp the distinction. Wasn't this already an indication that hostilities had commenced?

Seeing that Yu Shaofen was rambling without focus, the receptionist police officer had no choice but to question Xu Juan, who explained her son's situation in just a few words.

As she spoke, the Empress furrowed her brows in deep irritation, her gaze toward Imperial Noble Consort Liu brimming with disgust.

"Am I actually getting addicted to being her damn bodyguard now? I'm not doing this!" Lu Yan cursed in defiance and frustration.

The various commanders of the Five Chief Military Commissions were all hereditary nobles. With the resolute backing of the Earl of Xing'an, the Earl of Xinning, and the Marquis of Huaiyuan, the proceedings went off without a hitch, and the various departments were immediately notified to deliberate and assign merits and rewards.

Having lived through the leakage of primordial spiritual energy in ancient times, they had long since surrendered heart and soul to the Heavenly Court. Had it not been for the Grand Emperor Haotian's ultimate sacrifice of his life for righteousness, they probably would not even have had the chance to be transformed into stone statues, let alone be resurrected in the present age.

He did not know how much longer he could hold on. Even the conviction he had formed the day he confessed his feelings to her—the determination never to give up halfway—was beginning to waver at this moment.

The glare of the light made her somewhat uncomfortable. She desperately wanted to raise her hand to shield her eyes from it, but her entire body felt as though it had been filled with lead, so heavy that she could not move at all. Moreover, she felt profoundly exhausted; she wanted to speak, but found herself unable to open her mouth.

What is love? Love is an irrational impulse. If everyone could remain calm and rational, could it still be called love?