MTL - Tempered Immortal - v5 Chapter 4120 Strong self-owned strong hand

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

[Mature Content]I was born a bastard to the Archduke of Beloria, scorned because of my odd-looking hair and sickly body, maltreated by my stepmother and sister.And my father? He never looked my way. I was the reminder of a mistake he could never accept.My entire life should've been trying to live through my days as a labeled whores daughter and the taint to the noble house but everything changed when my marriage to the Lycan Monarch was announced.Lycans are apex predators, superior beings, beastmen, and originators of those horror stories your parents told you about to make you behave. My father saw fit to throw me to the beasts as a means to reclaim the lost lands.I was the bargain for a better future for the last human kingdom, but I felt more cursed than blessed. Forced into training to please a beast and ensure I was fit to be his wife.I dreaded the day I'd wed the Monarch and be treated no less than human meat. I've heard stories about him, and they are far worse than any combined. They call him a mindless beast, merciless, the ultimate feared being in the entire realm, and the terror that bested the vampires in war and ended it under his rule.My future was bleak.But when the day arrived and I set my gaze on the beast I'm meant to marry... I realized Drevon Balthar was unlike the rumors; they didn't tell the whole story.

The shock! An honest office worker was reborn into the body of a swindler, to think he actually became a man who does this sort of thing…

The feng shui community had always declared Lin Zhushui to be omniscient, but it seems that his only miscalculation was his destined marriage to Zhou Jiayu.

Zhou Jiayu always had a mild nature, his skin was thin and tender, and his bones, brittle and soft. He never expected that what he feared the most after his rebirth wasn’t actually provoking someone’s displeasure.

Zhou Jiayu: Before I was reborn, I had always believed I’d be a devoted socialist successor, but then I became a charlatan and even encountered a big-shot fortune-teller,

Lin Zhushui: Are you happy being with me?

Zhou Jiayu: I’m happy! So happy I could die! But, Boss, if you could just stop thinking about meals with me as a menu item every single day, I’d be even happier.

Lin Zhushui: Not possible.

Zhou Jiayu: …

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Because of a broken net, Lin Changqing traveled to a terrifying world where warrior monks suppress the world, where demons and ghosts wreak havoc on the world!

Fortunately, Broken Net is not a mortal thing, it can capture everything in the world and endow it with a little spirituality!

Everything becomes a pet, a talent is born, Lin Changqing acquires a pet talent, and strengthens himself!

So in this world, there is another terrifying existence with countless strange pets!

“You thought I was holding a weapon?”

“No! It’s actually my pet!”

The bamboo stick that knocked down the big demon happily flew back into Lin Changqing’s hand!

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