Chapter 54: The Clown Carnival (3)

As dusk deepened and the last streak of orange faded from the horizon, the Jester Carnival blazed to life with fervent energy!

Host Pascal appeared in a tailored suit, his usually tousled bangs slicked back to reveal a broad, high forehead.

Blinking his deep, golden eyes filled with warmth, he addressed the eagerly awaiting audience: "The night’s revelry begins now! Dear spectators, do not hold back your applause and enthusiasm! The carnival night awaits you!"

Multicolored lights swept across the scene.

The opponent’s strength had reached the late stage of the World Realm. Though still a bit behind himself, he was unquestionably the top beneath him.

As he spoke, an overwhelming, terrifying aura emanated from him, as if a sovereign standing atop the heavens had declared an unassailable will, enveloping the entire venue.

Song Xin had already demonstrated what many considered invincible power, yet Bai Li Wuqing dispatched him with a mere casual wave.

Sure enough... Tuoba Lie and Sikong Le tensed involuntarily, sizing up Wei Shengyuan from head to toe. Comparing their own appearances and economic standings to his, they were struck hard, frozen in place by the sheer superiority of their rival—so far beyond their league that it was no wonder there had been no spark between them until now.

Long Zhan did not voice any personal promises, for he truly did not know what reason he would have to spare the Dongfang family after losing the mother who alone held it together.

After rising, Duan Minghui surveyed the surroundings and realized the formation must be destroyed; otherwise, who knew what terrifying creatures might emerge with time. With that thought, he summoned a demonic blade, wielded it in a few careless swings, and the tomb chamber began to crumble gradually.

After a brief silence, the arena erupted into a clamor. Many were puzzled, their gazes turning once more toward Mo Wangchen, whose eyes now held a profound wariness.

Hao Zhishen felt a massive presence behind him. Turning around, he found a red, two-headed dragon over ten meters tall, drooling as it stared at him.

The blue-maned lion, seeing that the crocodile’s strength far exceeded his own, knew a contest of force was futile. Instead, it clutched the scales of the giant crocodile demon king with its claws, then opened all three lion heads simultaneously, unleashing its innate skill—the triple-layered lion’s roar.

Under the shadow cast by Li Yunan, Zhao Xiaoxuan dared not take the stage again. With the student council president Li Yunan’s return, he naturally became the sole choice to represent the graduates in their speech.

The boss nodded in agreement. Having cooperated for so long, he trusted the quality of Chuangjing’s products without question. He didn’t even bother inspecting the quality control, nor did he glance at the data Zhao Ruihe had compiled.

Field sighed deeply. If only this fellow were loyal, he’d gladly sell everything just to work for his master.

When Lu Chengcheng and Granny Zhang arrived, Lin Hui happened to be out in the fields cutting a bullheart lotus cabbage, preparing lunch.

She looked at Li Chen, whose face had fallen. His fair and handsome features were marred by a reddened nose and swollen lips, making him appear quite miserable.

“Tch! What background does that poor scholar have? His whole family’s just a bunch of filthy farmers!” Zhao Xiaoxuan sneered.

When Li Yunan passed by her side, she shuddered instinctively, terrified he might humiliate her again.

Sun Yun had been clinging to a faint hope—the voice might resemble Daniel’s, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was Daniel himself.

Though her tone was similar to before, Jiang Yan immediately noticed the flush on her earlobes.

Jiang You struggled relentlessly in his arms; the more she resisted, the harsher Chi Wang became. Unable to control his strength, he bit her in anger, causing her pain.

Two other Randall knights shielded Louise in the middle, steadfastly maintaining their duties even against the boisterous bandits. Louise herself was remarkably calm, watching the relentless waves of attackers as if observing a drama unfold with composed ease.