Mary Taylor
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“They were killed by someone else,” chided Old Man Li, “so the loot belongs to them. Don’t you know the rules?” Fang Ping said sheepishly, “Just wanted to take a look. I haven’t seen a Rank-7 powerhouse’s treasure before...” “Rank-7s are all poor schmuck.” Old Man Li curled his lips, saying, “Only a handful of them use weapons. Unless they’ve been nurtured for many years, the prospects are better to fight unarmed. As for pills... typical pills don’t do much for them,…
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Peace Bridge City. Currently, the entire Peace Bridge could hear the loud roars coming from the outskirts of the city. Many people woke with a start. Some residents who lived slightly closer to the outskirts could even make out the golden rays in the air. While they were exclaiming in surprise, many people saw two bundles of golden rays moving toward the city. “Kou Bianjiang, let us go, or I will massacre the entire city today!” The thunderous roar alarmed everyone! “Massacre the…
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7 at night. Fang Ping finished polishing his glaive, looking slightly hesitant. In the end, he put his glaive down. He might not get to use it this time. Carrying a glaive would only be a burden. “If I still fail with four high ranks escorting me, then I should just consider myself cursed.” Fang Ping mumbled in a low voice. This mission was not even that risky. A simple packing up, a quick check at the pills in his pockets showed that Fang Ping had a total of 11 Resurrection Pills. As…
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The qualifiers lasted for 7 days straight. Competing for seven rounds consecutively and fighting intensively had exhausted some martial artists. Even so, the intense battles also allowed certain martial artists to stand out. The number of martial artists who registered for the competition had hit 40 thousand! After seven rounds of competition, and some withdrawals due to injury, there were only 200 people left. Today, the top hundred would be decided. Only the top hundred could enter MCMAU,…
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The martial arts qualifier started with a bang. Media reporters were shooting and interviewing at each branch court. Liu Dali, who had blended in with the crowd, had also picked a branch court for observation. He planned to handpick a few potential contestants to conduct follow-ups and interviews. As he looked around, Liu Dali sensed a wave of dread. It was like... He had been locked on! When he saw two martial artists clad in MCMAU apparel walking toward him, Liu Dali’s reaction speed was…
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10th October. The opening ceremony of the National Rank-1 Martial Arts Grand Competition was held at the city’s gym. Early morning, countless media reporters crowded the city gym. ... “They’re here!” Someone shouted from among the group of reporters. Soon enough, the crowd turned their gaze outward. “There are so many people here!” Someone babbled to themselves at the shock that followed. Before their eyes, more than a thousand martial artists in light clothing equipped…
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Villa No. 8. Lu Fengrou leaned leisurely on the couch. Fang Ping followed her lead, lying leisurely on a modular couch. Lu Fengrou stared at him for a while, saying after a pause, “I’ll get someone to deliver a new couch to me later.” Fang Ping was dumbstruck for a moment. ‘I’m talking serious business here. Why has your attention turned to the couch?’ “How many days have you not showered?” Lu Fengrou asked with some disgust. She did not have to. It was at least six or seven…
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On the road back, Fang Ping gave a call to the governor of Nanjiang. To prevent being disturbed in the cultivation chamber, he did not bring in things such as phones. When the call went through, Zhang Dingnan did not say much to him. He just told him that Minister Zhang Yuqiang from the House of Governors had arrived at Magic City, and he hoped Fang Ping could go to receive him. Fang Ping was speechless. Just for this matter? In any case, a minister from the Nanjiang House of Governors was…
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At the same time. Capital City. Liu Dali’s expression was conflicted. ‘Should I go or not?’ It was the National Rank-1 Martial Arts Grand Competition, a grand competition with tens of thousands of martial artists. If he did not join in the commotion, what kind of reporter was he? ‘But he’s already Rank-4!’ Liu Dali was a little regretful. Previously, Fang Ping had only been Peak Rank-3. If he had cheated Fang Ping then, that was that; what was he afraid of? However, that…
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The South Area. The Energy Room. ... In the atrium. While Song Yingji helped a student through her application, he could not help but turn his gaze toward the innermost room through the tunnel. “That kid has been in for four days. He’s really putting everything down this time.” He thought back to several days ago when someone entered the door, his arrogant bearing and bragging of his ample wealth. “Old Song, give me a VIP room. Deduct 1500 credits off my account first, I’ll…
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