Volume One, Chapter 55: A Song of Travel, Instantly Igniting the Fans’ Emotions!

Only then did Su Le pick up the microphone, lower his voice, and say, “A song for you all: ‘Journey.’”
As his words faded, the background music softly began to play.
With his guitar in hand, Su Le started to perform.
His voice flowed through the microphone like a clear stream, gradually soothing the frenzy in the venue.
It was as if a spell had been cast over the audience; one by one, they held their breath, eyes fixed, waiting for the next note.
His fingers gently plucked the guitar strings, each note round and pure as a pearl, spinning out a melody that intoxicated the soul.
Su Le’s voice was as gentle as moonlight in the night sky, slowly unfurling, each note carrying a profound...
“Don’t dawdle—we have to travel through the night!” Bear Bu’er was still anxious about the monster that had fled far away.
The story was now at the events of Avengers 2: the Avengers, battered and broken by the fledgling Ultron, each had suffered deep wounds of the soul. They hid away at Hawkeye’s old safehouse, licking their wounds.
The Ukrainians, fighting with their backs to the wall, displayed an intense hunger for victory, threatening Porto’s goal again and again. Only Elton’s outstanding performance kept Porto’s net untouched in the first half.
A sour sensation crept into the nose, while the throat felt a slightly sharp sweetness.
Yet even so, Cheng Jinzhi’s heart was a jar of vinegar overturned, filling her with envy so thick it was almost tangible.
He had just entered the penalty area when, beating the last defender to the ball, he raised his foot and shot—though not powerful, the angle was cunning, sending the ball into the far corner.
“Nothing could be better.” Ike straightened his chest. He had been in Yunlu for half a month now, witnessed the peace treaty between two nations, and knew it was time to continue his journey.

Seeing Yang Tianjie reluctantly waving from the car window as it sped away, Suning waved several times, a happy smile already on his face.
“I’ll prove I’m a worthy knight! Even if I look frail and weak!” Dante roared inwardly.
“Blastoise, attack the moving target—lock on and fire in advance.” Blastoise bent down, the water cannons on its back aiming at the flying Scyther.
With this move, black was reduced and white increased—the chessboard under the starry sky’s situation suddenly became clear. White, turning defense into offense, formed a swath of connected pieces, trapping black within.
Faced with the trapped ghost-head, Silly Tiger showed no mercy—claws, teeth, tail, and charges, he used everything in his arsenal. At last, he bit off a large chunk of energy from the green ghost-head, and instead of swallowing it, he tossed it into the void right in front of Tender Fox.
“Step aside!” The world’s richest man said nothing, but his two bodyguards had already stepped forward to push Ryan aside.
Once the Black Lotus ceased its attack, the blood-red chains also stopped fighting, returning to the side of the Gray Sloth.
As soon as Uchiha Sasuke spoke, the three team members retreated without hesitation, leaving the beautiful, extraordinary flurry of feathers behind.
At this moment, Bear Kun felt the pressure mounting. He coughed twice and kept stepping back, raising a hand to signal his opponent to stop, his voice trembling without realizing it. If his body were still intact, he wouldn’t have been so afraid, but now, only a soul remained—defenseless. If hit, he would surely be annihilated.
Twenty minutes after leaving the house, Brother Sheng and I met at the foot of the mountain. His expression was grave; mine was too. I pulled out a yellow cloth bundle hidden under my clothes, slung it over my shoulder, and took out a coil of thin rope from inside.
But then, if it were so easy for espers to advance, or for non-espers to gain powers, Academy City wouldn’t have so many Level 0s without abilities.
Gonggong’s eyes nearly popped out as he looked at Houtu, the great ancestor, who was concentrating intensely, gathering her spirit and sensing far away. His face was full of excitement and confusion.
At this time, Ye Zhizheng was following closely behind Lord Qi, absentmindedly gazing at the dazzling lanterns along the road.
Just as Zhuang Yan grew bewildered and anxious, the scene around him suddenly shifted—what had been a vague and indistinct void transformed instantly into a solid world. He stared blankly ahead at a building both familiar and, because of age, now strange.
“Hey, are you the Black Flame User that the Evil Eye King mentioned?” Hanazawa’s voice suddenly sounded in Zhuang Yan’s ear.

The snake, pinched at its weakest spot, seemed to come to its senses and began to struggle.
Of course, he would never say such things aloud. Some truths are better left unspoken, as long as they are understood.
Moreover, the people here had seen through it—the newcomer had a clear purpose. That made them even less inclined to greet him.
Zhuang Yan paid no mind to Houki’s reaction. Smiling gently, he recalled Hanazawa’s words.
Yingnan had bribed the ship owner heavily; we boarded a rusty deep-sea fishing vessel that first carried us to the East China Sea. Yingnan ordered the captain to steer to the location of the submarine; he and I dove inside.
“In that case, let me say a few words.” Jerry Chen looked as though he’d gladly accepted an honor, his face showing pride, as if everything had been planned in advance and he was simply following the script.
Cheese turned his head to look at the Dementor, his expression faintly surprised, as if bewildered by his companion’s dullness.
“Wow, when did our school get so rich?” Momo’s eyes widened in disbelief; their cafeteria was notorious for cutting corners.
Liu Hui said nothing more, only shrugged and remarked, “I have faith in you.” Then she turned away, just like Murong Haitang, and sent a male fox to follow me.
Ye Nanqing suddenly smiled and said, “I almost forgot—three years ago, you mentioned you lived with your mother. Funny, isn’t it? At the time, I didn’t pay attention.” If only he had paid more attention then, perhaps things would not be as they were now.
After a short rest, he exhaled a long breath, calming the pain that blazed in his chest, turned, and strode back. On the way, he retrieved the sword he had left lodged in the cliff face.
Moonshadow smiled smugly, as if he had forgotten that just moments ago he had looked as pale as a ghost, every inch the image of someone with anemia.