"Dad, what kind of technique was that?!" Akimichi Choji asked as he crawled out of the rubble and helped his father up. "Was it Wind Release? It looked like he blew away everything around him!"
"It wasn't that simple!" Akimichi Choza said solemnly as he looked at Deva Path Pain. "That technique repelled other ninjutsu. There was no chakra-nature counteraction involved, so I'm guessing it was some kind of repulsive force!"
Bai Qingmao thought of her younger sister. She would never want to forget the grief her sister had brought her through amnesia.
In truth, this was also a targeted strategy Cheng Ming had improvised after seeing the other side's full lineup.
Putting all the information together, the most likely place for the midwife to appear was with the Second Prince.
This time, Cheng Ming gave the skating shoe no chance to make a play. He planted a ward in the brush right away, lighting up its vision and destroying the skating shoe's chance to hide in the fog of war.
Back when the original host had not been disfigured, there would have been nothing strange about the director arranging things this way. But now, she had no value whatsoever. Why was the director still making such arrangements?
Lin Wanyan felt utterly stifled. She had never expected Lin Wanchu, that bitch, to dare act like this in front of the prince.
With the LPL's current momentum of three consecutive championships, and after such a perfect final had just concluded, those two remarks seemed especially fitting.
They said a gentleman could take ten years to avenge a wrong, but Chen Xingchu felt he was no gentleman. If he suffered a loss, he had to make up for it immediately.
Back then, Mu Li had been such a formidable figure in Pingjiang