Alta Cultivação: Dez Anos como Parceiro de Treino, Uma Técnica que Surpreende o Mundo
O império sorri, a chuva distante cai, as ondas lavam tudo, quanto do mundo mundano conhecemos? Em outro universo, as artes marciais jamais desapareceram, o cultivo nunca cessou! Sob o brilho da cidad
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The starlight scattered through the heavy mist and clouds.
In a silent urban alleyway, trash lay scattered everywhere. Stray cats and dogs prowled and barked sporadically, vying for territory.
Suddenly, a patrol car roared past, its piercing siren shattering the stillness.
“Hurry, don’t let him escape!”
“The suspect is suspected to be a martial artist. Everyone, be cautious. Shoot if necessary.”
A group of officers armed with guns sprinted swiftly into the dark alley.
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Zhao Rui carried an old travel bag on his back, gloomily kicking a crushed can blocking his path. The clang startled the cats and dogs hiding in the shadows.
“Lost again. Talent really is such a frustrating thing!”
Zhao Rui muttered to himself in gloom.
At that moment, a gust of wind swept from behind him. A shadow darted forward, a palm slicing toward his neck like a blade.
Zhao Rui furrowed his brows slightly and tilted his head just a fraction. Then, with a twist of his left elbow, he caught the incoming palm strike with one hand.
The shadow’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, his body flew backward like a torn sack, crashing heavily against a trash bin.
The shadow’s vision darkened, and he fainted instantly.
“My mood was already bad enough. Are you looking for trouble?”
“Though I can’t beat them, I’m not some weakling either! Damn it!”
Zhao Rui spat, shaking his head with a self-mocking smile. Without pausing, he disappeared into the alley’s shadows.
Just as his figure