Talking about Dreams over Boiled Wine

[Explosive and thrilling, read by thousands] He was the Magic Shadow Assassin, he was the King of Soldiers!
The favored son of a mysterious special forces unit, he lay low in the metropolis for a mission that could not be disclosed.
With a pair of iron fists, he fought through the Demons and Ghosts lurking in every dark corner.
With a Military Spike in his hand, he shattered the survival laws of the urban jungle.
I am the Warrior King of the jungle; in the city, I, too, am King.
The stunning landlady said, "Yang Fei, you scoundrel, pay up the eight hundred you owe me for the rent before you come here bragging!"

Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

"Damn it, why is your realm higher than mine after the same bloody battle on Dragon Island?"


Fan Yi walked the Yu Step over and over, his tone indifferent.


"I may not have as much talent as you, but I worked harder. The Heavenly Dao rewards diligence—it's nothing strange."


Mad Blade spat, then immediately beamed with a smile.


"So you admit that I'm better than you?"


Fan Yi did not speak, and only after a long while did he say faintly.


"Give it another year, and I'll be able to beat you with just one hand. Believe it or not?"


Mad Blade flew into a rage, shouting at the top of his lungs.


"I don't believe it—let's spar right now."


He tore off his shirt fiercely and charged forward, unleashing a series of military boxing moves that poured out.


Fan Yi tread the Yu Step, darting and dodging gracefully.


All of a sudden, with a bang, he shouldered into Mad Blade's right shoulder.


Chapter 634: Divine Grant (Fifth Update)