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Chapter 320 So, the first match begins!!! (Please vote with your monthly tickets!~)

Fang Qingyu gave Chu Kuanglan, who was still chuckling, a light tap on the head: "Shut up."

As he walked out, he whispered to Jiang Wei beside him, "That person probably saw me at the front lines, so he recognized me."

Fang Qingyu knew in his heart that although he had made an appearance in Qingjian City.

However, the time was short and the scope of the impact was limited. Those who could recognize him were more likely to be from the Arctic front, where there were relatively more soldiers who had seen his true face.

A knowing glint flashed in Jiang Wei's clear red eyes. She gave a soft "Oh" and quietly followed Fang Qingyu outside.

It's not surprising that she has such doubts.

Because no photos or even portraits of Fang Qingyu have been circulated, it can be said that under Hong Qitian's deliberate protection, Fang Qingyu's personal information was kept under high-level confidentiality from a very early stage.

All that is known to the outside world are his battle record and the title of "invincible among men".

Almost no one knows what he looks like.

Therefore, for most people, Fang Qingyu revealing his true face would not expose his identity, unless they had seen him in person.

Otherwise, outsiders can only determine his identity by the signature abilities he displays.

Chu Kuanglan, who was last among them, also caught up, rubbing his head and clicking his tongue in regret: "Sigh, I thought I, Old Chu, would have to step in and use my silver tongue to get them here. I didn't expect that Qingzi, you only needed to show your face. This efficiency, tsk."

Fang Qingyu rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said in a low voice with annoyance, "This only works for people like him who came from the front lines. To the locals of the City of Injustice, my reputation is far less valuable than a bag of gray crystals."

He knew all too well that the City of Injustice was a system unto itself.

The people here are more concerned with immediate interests and territory, and lack that deep sense of identification with the heroes of the Federation.

Chu Kuanglan nodded in deep agreement: "That's true."

He understood Fang Qingyu's meaning. Most of the soldiers who fought valiantly on the Arctic front were people who held the belief of defending their families and country against foreign enemies.

Fang Qingyu, a young prodigy, had only been on the front lines for a short time when he brazenly killed a major traitor like Jiang Taixuan.

It brought justice to the countless soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the front lines.

In that specific environment filled with passion and sacrifice, his deeds and image easily became a benchmark and idol in the hearts of some people, and it was normal for him to be worshipped.

However, the same question arose in Chu Kuanglan's mind.

Why would this formidable No. 76 leave the front lines and come to this chaotic, unjust city?
Soon, Fang Qingyu and the others came out and joined Lei Meng, Liu San, and the guy from No. 76.

Lei Meng was clearly in a great mood. He patted Number 76 on the shoulder and enthusiastically invited everyone to walk towards a rather grand-looking restaurant next to the arena: "Come on, come on, I'm treating today! Let's eat and chat!"

Liu San didn't follow any further. He was thinking about the competition and said to Lei Meng, "Boss, you guys go first. I'll go back and take a look. Maybe I can find a few good prospects."

Lei Meng waved his hand and said, "Alright, Lao Liu, you go, but keep your eyes open!"

Lei Meng led Fang Qingyu and the others into the restaurant.

The ordering system here is quite retro; guests need to go to the front desk in person and order by looking at the fresh ingredients prepared for the day.

Lei Meng said generously to No. 76, "Brother, you go sit in the private room with them first, I'll go order the food and see what good stuff they have today!"

After saying that, he hurriedly walked to the front desk.

Fang Qingyu and his companions were led by a waiter to a private room with an elegant ambiance and took their seats.

The door to the private room was closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Right now, it's just our own people here.

Fang Qingyu's gaze calmly fell on Number 76, and he asked softly, "Do you know me?"

Number 76 immediately straightened his back.

His face was filled with seriousness and an indescribable excitement as he nodded vigorously: "Yes, I met you when I was in Qingjian City. You saved my life."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by these words.

He had assumed that the other party had seen him at the Arctic Great Wall defense line, since more people had seen his true face there. He never expected that the source was actually in Qingjian City.

Fang Qingyu frowned immediately, a hint of scrutiny in his eyes: "Are you from Qingjian City?"

People from the Qingjian City Shenguan Bureau.

He vaguely recognized most of the faces he had met, but this person in front of him felt completely unfamiliar.

Tian Lin nodded quickly, his tone filled with reminiscence: "Yes, Brother Yu! My name is Tian Lin! I wonder if you remember, before the complete outbreak of the Life Ghost Nest in Qingjian City, Qingjian City first experienced a large-scale Life Ghost fluctuation!?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Of course I remember."

That was the first time Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, along with Lao Qin, Haozi, and Lao Lü, truly faced a large-scale ghost.

Moreover, on that occasion, he killed two large-scale life demons in one go.

A bizarrely shaped "bone Buddha" made up of countless bones.

The other is a "furnace meat feed" that resembles a giant, writhing furnace.

Both are genuine large-sized spirits with formidable strength.

What he remembers even more vividly is the force field outside that "furnace meat-feeding" creature.

This was the first time their team had witnessed firsthand the scene of the Sanctuary Bureau members "filling in the gaps" and dying.
That scene left a deep impression on them.

Hearing Fang Qingyu's affirmative answer, Tian Lin's eyes shone even brighter, and he immediately said, "Yes! I was one of the people in that 'Crucible Flesh Feeding' force field! It was your teammate Qin Hui who pulled us out of that hellish furnace!"

Fang Qingyu listened to Tian Lin's description, then shook his head with a helpless yet warm smile: "I see. I didn't expect to be so destined."

He had no doubt that Tian Lin would lie.

Since Lao Qin is currently in the Gray Rock District of the City of Injustice, once we return, we can meet with Lao Qin and verify the truth of what Tian Lin said.

This is the kind of life-saving grace that comes from the brink of death.

Old Qin could never forget.

Tian Lin was also filled with emotion, a sincere smile appearing on his face: "Yes, I never dreamed I would meet you here. What brings you here?"

He looked at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei with curiosity.

They were clearly puzzled by their presence in the City of Injustice and their joining the gang under assumed names.

Fang Qingyu waved his hand, interrupting his question: "Don't call me 'you' anymore, just call me Brother Yu. Remember, my current alias is 'Su Yu'."

He paused for a moment, then said, "We're here to take care of some things, but I can't go into details. And you? How did you end up coming all the way from Qingjian City to this unjust city?"

Fang Qingyu's question was very clear.

According to Tian Lin, he works for the Qingjian City Shenguan Bureau.

In Fang Qingyu's impression, the Shenguan Bureau in Qingjian City, although it had some bureaucratic habits, had a generally acceptable atmosphere, especially the grassroots action team members, most of whom were conscientious and responsible.

Logically speaking, someone like Tian Lin should have a good future within the Bureau of Divine Religion system.

Why would they choose to flee to a place like the City of Injustice?

Upon hearing this question, Tian Lin's smile instantly froze, replaced by an indescribable bitterness and complexity.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, it turned into an almost inaudible sigh, his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head slightly, avoiding Fang Qingyu's probing gaze.

Clearly, Tian Lin didn't want to say more.
Fang Qingyu keenly noticed Tian Lin's emotional change and understood what was going on.

I didn't ask any more questions.

Just then, Lei Meng's loud voice and footsteps came from outside the private room: "Haha, all ordered! Today we have top-quality snow venison and deep-sea grouper! Plenty to go!"

The door was pushed open, and Lei Meng walked in, his face beaming.

Tian Lin immediately concealed the bitterness on his face, put on a smile, stood up and said, "Brother Meng, you've gone to so much trouble."

"Hey, no problem!"

Lei Meng sat down with an air of grandeur, waved his hand imposingly, and glanced at everyone before finally settling on Tian Lin with admiration and satisfaction.

He picked up the wine the waiter had just poured for him, raised it high, and spoke in a loud voice, full of the gang's characteristic bravado and enthusiasm:

"Come on, brothers! Let's toast to Brother He Lin joining our Green Dragon Gang family!!!"

"cheers!"

Chu Kuanglan was the first to respond, his voice so loud it made the wine glass buzz.

"welcome."

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei also raised their glasses.

at the same time.

Inside the enormous arena, the competition was still in full swing.

in the audience.

The location of the Green Dragon Gang's spectator group.

Wei Banmeng and the others are still here.

Liu San returned to his seat, his gaze sweeping across the various arenas, searching for potential talents.

The match between Wei Banmeng and Su Wanqing is not yet over.

They each have two battles left to fight.

Chu Kuanglan, who went with Lei Meng to recruit people, had already finished all ten battles because the competition was scheduled earlier.

And they successfully advanced.

"Next match, Arena 3, Group 7, No. 198 vs. No. 15! Contestants, please enter and prepare!"

The host's voice resounded throughout the venue.

I heard the number 15 in the seventh group.

The atmosphere in the audience, where the Green Dragon Gang members were, instantly became more tense.

"Sister Wanqing, it's your turn."

Lin Yu reminded him softly.

Su Wanqing nodded, her beautiful face revealing little emotion.

She stood up and said to Wei Banmeng and the others beside her, "I'll go and make some preparations."

Liu San was completely absorbed in the fierce battle on another arena and didn't notice anything amiss.

Wei Banmeng immediately looked up at Su Wanqing, her eyes filled with a hint of barely perceptible worry, and whispered, "Be careful, your opponent is very strong. If you sense something is wrong, admit defeat immediately. Don't fight head-on. Preserving your strength is the most important thing."

Lin Yu nodded vigorously beside him.

Su Wanqing gave them a reassuring look and said softly, "I know, don't worry."

After saying that, she walked lightly through the crowded seats and headed towards the athletes' entrance passage.

Soon, Su Wanqing's figure disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

Wei Banmeng and the others immediately focused their attention on the third arena.

Their expressions clearly showed tension.

Because in this match, Su Wanqing's opponent was indeed not to be underestimated.

The opponent's name is Miao Zhe, from the "Wild Bone Gang," one of the ten major forces in the inner city, known for its fierce and barbaric style.

This person is a second-tier peak martial arts master.

Furthermore, judging from the terrifying strength he displayed in the previous rounds, he is definitely among the top few at the peak of the second tier.

Every opponent he faced, regardless of their strength.

They were almost all completely defeated by him in a very short time using his violent power.

Either they die or are severely injured; it's a true instant kill!

Su Wanqing's current cultivation level is mid-stage of the second tier, and she is the chosen one of the White Fox Fairy.

Although divine magic is mysterious and unpredictable.

However, when one's level is lower than that of a martial arts master of the same rank, the disadvantage in close combat will be greater than imagined.

If a martial arts master like Miao Zhe, who is both powerful and fast, gets close to you, the consequences will be unimaginable.

So this match.

According to Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu's initial tactical advice, they hoped that Su Wanqing would simply admit defeat.

Avoid unnecessary damage.

Focus your energy on the last battle where you have a better chance of winning.

But Su Wanqing refused.

She simply said calmly, "I want to try."

The insistence in her tone left Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu unable to persuade her any further. They could only repeatedly urge her to be careful and to prioritize her own safety.

He watched Su Wanqing's departing figure.
After thinking for a while, Wei Banmeng finally took out his phone and sent a text message to Fang Qingyu.

Not for anything else, just for peace of mind.

The arena doesn't have any rules against interference.

If that "what if" really happens.

Qingzi is the only person on their side who can intervene.

now.

The force field light screen of arena number three has been raised.

Su Wanqing walked out of the passage.

His face was covered by a silver-white mask carved with simple star patterns; he stood tall and walked with composure.

Her opponent stepped into the ring from the other side of the passage.

Miao Zhe is nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Bare-chested, wearing only black leather combat pants, his body covered in hideous scars, he resembled a ferocious humanoid beast.

He wore a rough mask made from the skull of some kind of demon, revealing only his eyes and mouth. His eyes were fierce, filled with undisguised cruelty and bloodlust.

He stretched his thick neck.

It made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds. Its gaze was fixed on Su Wanqing as if sizing up prey.

The two stood facing each other in the center of the ring.

The referee has not yet announced the start of the match.

Through the mask, Su Wanqing's cool gaze fell on Miao Zhe, and her voice, transmitted through the mask, echoed clearly in Miao Zhe's ears:

"Two years ago, you killed a man named Su Ran, didn't you?"

Miao Zhe was taken aback, clearly not expecting his opponent to suddenly ask this question.

He tilted his head, seemingly recalling something, then a vicious grin spread across his face, revealing gleaming white teeth. A deep, guttural laugh escaped his throat, filled with utter contempt and nonchalance: "Heh heh. Sorry, little girl, I've killed far too many people, countless, like ants crushed underfoot. Su Ran? Who the hell remembers who this Su-something is? What? Is he your lover or your father?"

These are incredibly insulting words.
There was no change in expression on Su Wanqing's face beneath the mask.

However, a faint white halo began to emanate from around Su Wanqing's body.

His body suddenly lifted off the ground and floated steadily.

Her clothes fluttered even without wind.

"It's ok"

Su Wanqing hovered half a meter in the air, looking down at Miao Zhe, her voice still calm.

"I will make you remember, little by little."

"Game start!"

The referee's announcement rang out simultaneously.

"Ho! Seeking death!"

Miao Zhe was instantly enraged by Su Wanqing's attitude and words. He roared, and the hard arena floor beneath his feet shattered.

Enveloped in a raging cloud of blood and smoke, and accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, he charged toward Su Wanqing, who was suspended in mid-air.

The fist was enveloped in a dense, almost tangible, dark red aura.

With a terrifying force like a mountain collapsing and rocks splitting, it headed straight for Su Wanqing.

Faced with this ferocious attack that could pulverize steel, Su Wanqing's suspended figure moved with extraordinary agility, like a weightless feather, and gracefully drifted back several meters in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, she made a hand seal with both hands.

He was muttering indistinct syllables.

"Foxlight Starfall!"

hum!
With her low snort.

A slowly rotating star pattern suddenly lit up in front of her.

This vortex is not very large, with a diameter of only half a meter.

boom! ! !
Miao Zhe's fist power was enough to split rocks and shatter monuments.

It slammed hard onto the spinning star.

The white vortex trembled violently, its light flickering uncertainly, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Su Wanqing's suspended body swayed suddenly, and her face under the mask instantly paled.

But she forced herself to stay calm and changed her hand seals again.

"Star Vortex - Spin!"

The rotating star vortex shone brightly, unleashing a powerful deflection and deflection effect.

Miao Zhe's punch, which gathered all his strength, was deflected by the seemingly fragile light vortex, grazing Su Wanqing's body and striking empty air.

The violent force of the punch made Su Wanqing's clothes flutter loudly.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

Miao Zhe's attack missed its mark, and he was not surprised. He grinned maliciously, changed his fist into a claw, and with his five fingers like hooks, he grabbed at Su Wanqing again with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

Su Wanqing moved with unpredictable speed, like a fox darting through raging waves, constantly dodging and retreating.

She wielded various divine spells with effortless grace.

The dazzling light captivated many in the audience.

However, the White Fox Fairy's magical system is clearly biased towards control and interference.

The gap in strength is brutal.

Miao Zhe, as a core elite of the Wild Bone Gang, has extremely rich combat experience.

Su Wanqing's light arrows, which were powerful enough to pierce steel, only left shallow white marks on him, which were easily neutralized by his protective qi and blood.

Those resilient light cables.

Often, they would be shattered inch by inch by his violent blood and qi.

The Starry Sky Barrier could only barely withstand one or two heavy blows before it was on the verge of collapse.

Miao Zhe was like an invincible war machine, constantly compressing Su Wanqing's space to dodge with his absolute strength and speed.

His attacks grew increasingly ferocious, his fists and kicks enveloping Su Wanqing's vital points.

"Hey little girl, is that all you've got? Trying to tickle me?"

Miao Zhe laughed wildly, shattering a light shield with a punch. He closed in and delivered a fierce elbow strike with the force of wind and thunder, slamming into Su Wanqing's ribs.

If this attack lands...

Given Su Wanqing's physical strength, she would be severely injured even if she didn't die.

Su Wanqing's pupils contracted slightly, and she forcefully twisted her suspended body, her hands once again forming an even more solid star-vortex light barrier to block her side.

boom--

Click!

The light wall shattered instantly.
The remaining terrifying force slammed into Su Wanqing's right arm like a heavy hammer.
"Uh!"

Su Wanqing let out a muffled groan as her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, her right arm hanging limply at her side, clearly injured.

Beneath the mask, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

She forced herself to steady herself in the air, but her breathing was already disordered, and she had dropped much lower.

"It's over! Go down and keep your lover company!"

Miao Zhe's eyes flashed with a fierce light, giving Su Wanqing no chance to breathe.

He exerted force with his feet again, the arena exploded, and he was like a cannonball, instantly catching up with Su Wanqing.

This time, he clasped his hands together like a hammer, his blood and qi surging like burning flames, concentrating on his fists, and slammed down fiercely towards Su Wanqing's head.

"Give up!"

In the audience, Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu gasped in shock almost simultaneously, their faces turning deathly pale.

They could see clearly that Su Wanqing's breathing was disordered and her right arm was injured, making it impossible for her to gather a defense of sufficient strength in time.

This is a situation where certain death is inevitable.

Liu San, who was standing in front, couldn't help but turn around and look at everyone with a strange expression.

Are they really that concerned about a stranger?!

At this critical moment.

Just as Miao Zhe's devastating fists were about to smash Su Wanqing's head,

A figure appeared in front of Su Wanqing as if by teleportation.

There was no fluctuation that broke through the force field, because the figure itself possessed the aura of a contestant.

He just abruptly...
Yet he stood there perfectly naturally, as if he was meant to be in that position.
boom! ! !
Miao Zhe's fists, which gathered all his strength and were powerful enough to crush a small mountain, slammed solidly into the arms of the suddenly appearing figure that were crossed in front of him to block!
There was no sound of bones shattering as I had imagined.

There was only one dull, heart-stopping bang.

A violent shockwave erupted from the two of them, sweeping across the entire arena.

Even the tough force field light barrier fluctuated violently.

The figure that suddenly appeared was firmly planted on the arena as if rooted to the ground, without even swaying.

Dark red blood flowed through his arms like burning magma, and a deep dragon's roar could be faintly heard emanating from his body, as he withstood the fatal blow.

Behind him, Su Wanqing was being protected.

Their clothes were only fluttered by the aftershocks of the blast wave, leaving them completely unharmed.

The whole place was dead silent!

All the shouts and discussions came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were drawn to the third arena as if by a magnet.

That figure that suddenly appeared.

His face was covered by a lightning-patterned mask.

Through the eye openings of the mask, a pair of vertical pupils, made of molten gold, burned coldly.

They locked onto Miao Zhe, who was standing right next to them, his face filled with astonishment!
Competition rules.

Life and death are not exempt, unless one side admits defeat.

At the same time, the rules also allow for off-field assistance.

However, the rule is that only one person can go on stage to help, and this person needs to win the next ten battles for the original contestant in order for the person being helped to leave unscathed.

Otherwise, the recipient will be considered to have waived their right to assistance.

Those who provide aid will also be severely punished.

Fang Qingyu, who was wearing a mask at the moment, suddenly stood in front of Su Wanqing and took the fatal blow for her, which was not considered a violation of the rules.

He simply exercised the aid authority permitted by the rules.

However, very few people have used this rule in the history of the Unjust City Tournament because achieving ten consecutive wins is extremely difficult, especially in front of a large audience and in a series of unknown opponents.

After a brief silence.

The audience erupted in a deafening roar of gasps and incredulous chatter.

"My God! Someone has come up to help!"

"It's that guy with the thunder mask! Has he gone mad? He's going to fight ten matches for that woman?"

"The rules allow it! But can he do it? His opponent is Miao Zhe, the Bone Crusher of the Wild Bone Gang!"

"He actually withstood that attack?! He didn't budge an inch?! That strength!"

"This is going to be good! Ten consecutive wins! No one has dared to challenge this rule for so many years!"

Just as Fang Qingyu blocked the fatal blow, his molten gold vertical pupils locked onto Miao Zhe at the same instant.

A cold, indifferent voice seemed to resound directly in the depths of Fang Qingyu's mind.

"Fang Qingyu, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?!"

This voice naturally came from the lord of the City of Injustice.

Fang Qingyu's face beneath the mask remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated this threat.

He maintained his blocking posture.

His gaze remained fixed on the bewildered Miao Zhe.

At the same time, he said softly:

"Lord City Lord, the rules of the competition are clearly written. My martial arts cultivation is at the second level. As a second-level martial arts grandmaster, I am standing on this second-level arena, exercising the right to assist granted by the rules. How can this be considered a violation?"

This answer precisely plugged the loophole in the rules.

What he is showing at this moment.

It is indeed the blood and qi power of a second-tier martial arts master.

The voice in my mind fell silent.

That invisible pressure surged like a tide in Fang Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

A few seconds later, the cold voice rang out again:

"Very well. Remember your words. Your martial arts cultivation is only at the second level. If you dare to reveal even a trace of the third level aura on this arena, you will bear the consequences!"

Fang Qingyu completely ignored the final warning in his mind.

He slowly lowered his crossed arms, revealing golden eyes through the menacing lightning-patterned mask.

He stared coldly ahead at Miao Zhe, who was filled with shock and anger as his attack was thwarted, his whole body surging with murderous aura.

Fang Qingyu spoke.

The sound came through the mask, not loud, but clearly drowning out the remaining noise in the arena.

"I've heard you've killed many people?"

Miao Zhe finally recovered from his initial shock.

He stared intently at the masked man who had suddenly appeared before him.

The other person's calm tone and cold eyes made him feel a kind of anger of being utterly despised.

He grinned maliciously, licked his chapped lips, his eyes flashing with even more ferocity, and nodded forcefully, his voice hoarse and filled with malice:
"That's right! I've killed more people than you've ever seen! What? Want to avenge that little girl? Or do you also want to become one of the souls killed by my fists?"

Fang Qingyu's tone remained completely unchanged upon hearing this.

"What a coincidence, so am I."

Then I moved my wrists around a bit.

It made a slight popping sound in the joints.

Taking a step forward, his golden eyes locked onto Miao Zhe, and his calm voice boomed through the deathly silent arena:
"So."

"The first match begins."

(End of this chapter)