Emily Harris
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Brock crossed the night again. He flew over rooftops, hung from ropes like vines, and leaned on lighting poles to take a breather—their blue bodies were the perfect girth to grab, though the shiny yellow things on their tops were annoying. Thankfully, he didn’t need much rest. The Big Thought in his heart made him strong, and he could now reach the meeting spot easily, even with the big sack he carried. Besides, even that was a form of working out, and Brock wanted to be strong, so he had decided to…-
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“John Brown and the Dao of Spanking versus Brother Tao and the Dao of the Staff!” The announcer’s voice had just finished ringing, but both fighters were already on the sand. There were three more pairs fighting, but of course, but few people paid them any mind. “I have long yearned to face you in combat, brother John,” Tao said. He was a bald Tibetan monk with orange robes, clear eyes, and a black metal staff held steady in his hands. So far, he hadn’t suffered a single defeat. Almost…
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“Come on, Brock, tell me. What Dao Root did you get?” Brock looked at Jack with a smug smile, extending the wait. “Come on, bro!” Jack insisted. With a laugh, Brock flexed his biceps—which were notably larger than last time. “Ohh, is it strength?” Brock shook his head. “Power? Bromance?” Brock laughed. “Hmm… Wait. Is it muscles?” He nodded. “That’s great! You are now a strong brorilla, Brock! I mean, even stronger than before.” Brock looked back with pride. It was…
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“Dao skills are the true skills,” Dorman explained. “What does that mean?” Jack asked. Brock stood on the floor beside them, nodding as if following the conversation. “It means that Dao skill are the way to go.” Dorman shook his head. “Normal skills are useful, yes, but only at the start. As you rise in Grade, they lose their value. Imagine being a D-grade immortal who can fly and destroy mountains. Would the ability to strike slightly harder with a hammer be helpful?” “No,” Jack…
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Jack stood on one edge of the sparring room. Dorman Whistles stood on the other, twirling twin daggers in his hands. Brock peeked from the entrance door and was ready to pull his head back in case of rampaging shockwaves, while the training robot stood calmly in a corner, medical kit in hand. “What say you we make a bet, Dorman?” Jack asked. Dorman frowned. “A bet?” “Yes. If I win, you join the Flame River alliance. If you win… Well, what would you want?” Jack remembered that Dorman had…
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Jack raised a brow. “Spar with you?” Dorman Whistles stared him in the eye. “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Please?” “Why do you ask that?” “Because you’re strong. I can tell; I’m strong too. And these random weaklings aren’t enough to make me stronger, but you are.” Jack blinked. This was a bit too sudden. He’d barely spoken to the guy before. “I thought violence was forbidden.” “In the town, yes. But we have training basements.” Jack looked deep into this guy’s eyes…
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Gan Salin entered insane mode. He tried again to wear the gloves, but his hands were shaking, and the flames hot on his heels. “Fine!” he roared. “Canine Dash!” Letting the gloves drop, he fell on all fours and ran so fast he almost disappeared. From the stands, Jack raised his brows, and the audience erupted into clamor. Vivi remained standing. A barrier of blue flames erupted around her, flowing like water. At the same time, she kept moving, dashing backward and rotating her hands. Her…
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“John Brown and the Dao of Spanking versus Chen Zexi and the Dao of Beauty.” Before the announcer’s voice had even finished ringing, Karvahul was already rolling on the floor a few seats away. “What a pairing!” He laughed. “Go get her, John!” Jack grimaced. “Well?” Vivi asked, raising a brow with a smile. “Won’t you go spank her?” “Of course I will. I merely hope she is disciplined enough…” Grabbing one of his flip-flops and tucking the other in his belt, Jack jumped…
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The amazonian-looking woman plopped down beside Jack, crossing her arms and staring at the arena. She wore hard boots and long trousers, and her back was covered by a blue jacket, under which hid a red shirt. Her eyes were brown and her nose slim, as was her body. Jack noticed she was only slightly shorter than him; and, if they stood, her long legs would probably put them on the same height. “Would you like to watch the fights together?” she asked. “Sure,” he replied. “I’m John Brown,…
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A steel palm smashed Jack into a wall. He landed with his bare feet against it and shot off again, turning to the right to avoid the robot’s charge. It chased him, relentless, smashing hard into the walls and floor wherever he stopped even momentarily. The training room’s door was ajar, and Brock peeked from the opening. His eyes flashed as he scanned the battle, observing how they moved. Jack landed and turned on the spot. A fist sailed over his head, barely missing him as he planted one of his own…
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