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Chapter 321 Don't you think Aoko is really handsome?! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

The moment the words fell.

Om-!
A visible shockwave suddenly spread outwards from Fang Qingyu.

The wind made his clothes flutter wildly.

Beneath the skin, tiny, sparkling silver specks, like shattered diamonds, suddenly lit up.

This is the Heavenly Pillar Force pushed to its limit.

A sign that inner brilliance manifests outwardly.

at the same time.

The surging blood and qi in the body are fully awakened.

Its qi and blood were deep and viscous, a dark red almost black with high temperature, like obsidian magma surging deep within the earth.

The starlight and the molten black and red blood energy instantly merged together.

They intertwined and rose together like water and milk blending together!
The sacred starlight intertwines with the violent black and red of lava.

Like the wings of an angel and a demon unfolding simultaneously behind Fang Qingyu.

It possesses a vast order, like the movement of stars.

It also contains the violent surge of subterranean fire.

This force has just appeared.

Miao Zhe, who was nearby, was the first to be affected.

He felt an overwhelming and terrifying pressure descend upon him.

The oppressive aura carried the cold vastness of stars, yet also the scorching heat of lava.

His body was surrounded by boiling dark red qi and blood.

Faced with this oppressive force that blends sparks and lava, it flickers and dims wildly, like a candle flame in a storm.

Miao Zhe's sinister smile froze instantly.

For the first time, those eyes, usually filled with violence and bloodlust, showed surprise.

His usually arrogant and powerful aura, which was enough to crush ordinary martial artists of the same level, seemed so ridiculous and fragile in the face of this oppressive force of fused starlight and lava.

"you!"

Miao Zhe let out a roar of shock and anger.

My subconscious urge was to back away and create distance.

But Fang Qingyu didn't give him any time to react or adjust.

At the very moment the power of the sparks and lava erupted, Fang Qingyu moved.

He slowly raised his right arm.

Spread your fingers and face forward.

The movements were slow, but the trajectory was clear.

It seemed to affect the entire arena space!
On that palm, starlight flowed, and dark red blood and energy, like lava, surged beneath the skin. Between the five fingers, it seemed as if a miniature starry sky and lava hell were about to explode.

The target was Miao Zhe's face, contorted with shock and rage.

Miao Zhe's pupils suddenly contracted.

A beast-like instinct screamed a death knell.

He roared, no longer caring about suppressing his aura, and his blood and qi burned and exploded wildly again, his arms crossed to protect his face.

Dark red blood and qi condensed on his arms like burning flames, forming almost tangible arm guards.

This is his strongest defensive stance.

boom--! ! !
Fang Qingyu's seemingly slow-rising palm.

It accelerated suddenly just before touching Miao Zhe's crossed arms in a block.

It was faster than the visual senses could capture.

The edge of his palm struck hard at the point where Miao Zhe's arms were crossed.

A dull thud resounded as some kind of tough material was instantly torn apart.

CRACK——!!!
Miao Zhe's arms were covered with dark red arm guards.

Like inferior glass struck by a heavy hammer, it was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Within the cracks.

Specks of starlight and a dark red, lava-like glow shone through.

Miao Zhe felt an unimaginable force pierce through his arms and into his body.

"Ugh—!"

He let out a painful and horrified groan, and for the first time, his massive, towering body staggered backward uncontrollably.

His feet carved two deep furrows into the ring.

Each step landed with a dull thud.

After retreating seven or eight steps, Miao Zhe barely managed to steady himself. His crossed arms trembled violently, and the cracked blood and qi "arm protection" flickered and almost collapsed.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at Fang Qingyu, who was still standing in the same spot with only one hand raised. The horror in his eyes had been replaced by a kind of insane rage and humiliation.

He is Miao Zhe, the Bone Crusher of the Wild Bone Gang.

A top-tier being at the peak of the second tier was actually repelled by a single palm strike from the opponent?!

"Get down now."

In that split second of the confrontation...

A voice, trembling with sobs and anxiety, suddenly rang out.

It's Su Wanqing.

She was protected behind Fang Qingyu and witnessed him block a fatal blow for her and then cleave Miao Zhe back with a palm strike.

Only then did he recognize that the person in front of him was Fang Qingyu.

So Su Wanqing came to her senses and hurriedly called for Fang Qingyu to go downstairs.

Because this rule allows for assistance behind the scenes.

It was ten brutal battles of life and death.

Su Wanqing used her still-functioning left hand to tightly grip the sleeve of Fang Qingyu's right arm, which was hanging by his side.

"I'm sorry, please get off now."

Fang Qingyu paused slightly as he cleaved Miao Zhe away.

He slowly turned his face to the side.

He raised his left hand and gently placed it on Su Wanqing's hand that was gripping his sleeve.

Su Wanqing's pulling suddenly stopped.

Fang Qingyu slowly pried open her tightly clenched fingers, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and said softly with a smile.

"You don't need to apologize to me."

Su Wanqing was taken aback.
Then, Fang Qingyu spoke again, the faint smile in his voice seeming to become even clearer:
"On the contrary, I should thank you."

Thank you?
Su Wanqing was completely stunned.

Confusion made her forget to think, and she just stared blankly at the pair of calm, burning golden eyes under Fang Qingyu's mask.

Fang Qingyu did not explain.

He stopped looking at her.

He raised his left hand and waved it lightly and casually in Su Wanqing's direction.

hum!
Su Wanqing felt a sudden lightness in her body.

As if lifted by a warm breeze, the person uncontrollably floated towards the edge of the ring.

This force is extremely gentle.

He carried her injured body and gently landed outside the force field barrier at the edge of the arena.

And right where she landed.

Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu were already waiting for her, wearing masks.

The moment Su Wanqing landed, they steadily supported her from both sides.

"How are you?"

Lin Yu's voice rang out immediately.

Wei Banmeng quickly examined her right arm injury, her brows furrowed: "There's a fracture in the bone, and the blood and qi are disordered. It needs immediate treatment."

Su Wanqing was supported by the two men.

Both feet are firmly planted on the ground.

But I felt weak all over, as if I were walking on clouds.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over the force field barrier to the tall figure on the arena who had once again turned his back to her and was now facing Miao Zhe again.

Thank me?
Why did he thank me?

A huge sense of confusion welled up in her mind.

"He just said...thank me?"

Su Wanqing's voice was dry and blank, as if she were asking Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu, or as if she were asking herself.

Wei Banmeng was carefully supporting her injured right arm.
Hearing this, he paused slightly.

She raised her head and followed Su Wanqing's gaze to the figure on the arena.

Wei Banmeng did not directly answer Su Wanqing's question.

Instead, he spoke softly in a calm tone:

"You really don't need to apologize to him."

Su Wanqing suddenly turned her head to look at her, her eyes filled with confusion.

Wei Banmeng's gaze remained fixed on Fang Qingyu, her tone carrying a hint of understanding, and even a barely perceptible sense of helplessness.

"Something that seems like a life-or-death situation to outsiders."

She paused, as if searching for the most fitting description.

"In his eyes, it was just playing house."

“So, for him,” Wei Banmeng’s voice continued, calm and certain, “this matter is not a burden at all. On the contrary, it is a spice in his monotonous life.”

"Look"

Wei Banmeng slightly raised her chin, gesturing for Su Wanqing to look towards the arena.

"Look how happy he is!"

Happy?
Su Wanqing subconsciously refocused her gaze on the figure in the center of the arena.

Just as Su Wanqing's gaze refocused on Fang Qingyu...

A sudden change occurred!

"Roar—! Die!!!"

A beastly roar, filled with rage, humiliation, and extreme killing intent, exploded on the arena like a thunderclap.

It's Miao Zhe.

Just as Fang Qingyu turned around to see Su Wanqing off, her back was to him.

In that seemingly unguarded moment.

Miao Zhe made a move.

His eyes were filled with endless killing intent and a madness to wash away his shame.

While you are sick, I will kill you!
This is the survival rule of the Wild Bone Gang.

Boom! ! !

The hard arena floor beneath Miao Zhe's feet exploded as if hit by a cannonball, creating a deep crater.

Gravel mixed with dust splashed out like a fountain.

He transformed into a dark red afterimage that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

It was three times faster than any previous attack.

The body's vital energy and blood burn and erupt without reservation.

All his power, all his anger, all his killing intent were concentrated in his right fist, which was the size of a bowl!
Target!

Fang Qingyu was caught completely off guard and struck a vital spot in the back!

Even before the fist arrived, the violent wind from the punch was enough to tear steel apart.

The wind had already blew Fang Qingyu's clothes so tightly against his body that they were rustling loudly.

Her hair flew wildly backward.

The distance between the two people.

Miao Zhe's sneak attack instantly closed the distance to less than two feet.

Miao Zhe's fist was only two centimeters away from Fang Qingyu's back.

The force of the punch had already touched Fang Qingyu's clothes.

in the audience.

Countless people who witnessed this scene gasped in shock.

it's over!
mean.

But this is reality, this is the city of injustice.

This thought flashed through the minds of countless people in an instant.

On Miao Zhe's face, the eyes beneath the bone mask were already radiating a cruel and gleeful glint.

Go to hell!!

However.
Just when everyone thought Fang Qingyu would be severely injured or even killed by this sneak attack.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

It's not dodging, it's not blocking.

He didn't even turn his head!

He simply... casually raised his right hand.

The movements remained as clear and slow as ever.

Open your palms and naturally extend your fingers.

Then, at an angle and speed that seemed to defy the laws of physics, it casually leaned back.

Snapped!
A crisp, short sound, even carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Amidst the shrill, violent whistling sound of Miao Zhe's fists that seemed to tear the air apart.

The sound was so faint that it was almost negligible.

But it was as if the pause button had been pressed.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Miao Zhe's punch landed just a hair's breadth from Fang Qingyu's back.
It came to an abrupt stop.

A hand covered with starlight and flowing with dark red blood like lava.

Without realizing it, she had already firmly grasped his fist.

His five fingers firmly locked onto the wildly advancing fist.

Miao Zhe's frenzied charge came to an abrupt halt.

It felt as if I had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs.

The immense inertia caused his body to lurch forward, carving two deep furrows beneath his feet, but he could no longer move forward an inch.

That terrifying punch, which had been building up for so long, vanished without a trace.

It was silently and effortlessly neutralized by that palm.

The violent wind from the punches whipped at Fang Qingyu's hair and clothes, but it couldn't budge him an inch.

easy.

Freehand style.

The eyes beneath Miao Zhe's mask.

He stared intently at the hand that was clenching his fist.

For the first time, his eyes no longer held pure rage and murderous intent.

Instead, it was a sense of bewilderment, an incomprehension and disbelief.

The opponent needed to cross their arms to block that punch.

Now, he just turned his back and casually raised one hand to catch it?!
How can this be?

The immense sense of disparity and absurdity instantly shattered Miao Zhe's simplistic and crude understanding.

He couldn't accept it.

"Uhhh-!!!"

The extreme humiliation and rage instantly overwhelmed that trace of bewilderment.

Miao Zhe let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

The right hand, which was being gripped in a fist, suddenly exerted force, its muscles bulging and bulging, trying to break free from the iron-like grip.

At the same time, his left fist was like a cannonball fired from a gun.

With the same violent power and a piercing sound, it tore through the air and, with unwavering determination, slammed into Fang Qingyu's unsuspecting right rib.

This punch was faster and more ruthless.

The target is the vulnerable internal organs of the human body.

Attack where the enemy must defend.

A ruthless glint flashed in Miao Zhe's eyes.

So what if my right fist is grabbed?

I still have my left fist!

Let's see how you block this.
Despite the vicious and cunning sneak attack with a left fist, Fang Qingyu did not turn around.

He didn't even loosen his grip on Miao Zhe's right fist.

Fang Qingyu simply turned his body slightly to the right.

The range of motion is very small.

It flowed naturally and smoothly to the extreme.

call!
Miao Zhe's left fist, brimming with all his might and accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, grazed almost the fabric of Fang Qingyu's side as he dodged to the side.

The force of the punch tore a small hole in the hem of Fang Qingyu's clothes.

But he couldn't even touch his skin!

Missed?!

The fierce light in Miao Zhe's eyes froze instantly, replaced by immense astonishment.

And the other person merely turned their body slightly to the side?!

This extremely simple movement contains precise prediction and control of timing, distance, and the opponent's attack trajectory.

Exquisite to the finest degree.

Fang Qingyu's lips, hidden beneath his mask, seemed to curve upwards in an extremely subtle way.

That arc was fleeting, so fast it was like an illusion.

But Miao Zhe caught it.

That wasn't mockery.

It's a kind of weariness that comes from seeing something extremely boring, yet having to deal with it anyway.
As if to say.

Is that all the tricks you have for attacks? It's utterly boring.

"Uhhh-!!!"

This weariness completely ignited the last remaining rationality in Miao Zhe's heart.

Extreme rage and humiliation overwhelmed his thoughts like lava.

He stopped thinking about techniques, predictions, and gaps!
He only wanted to use the most primal and violent power to completely tear apart the figure in front of him that filled him with immense shame and fear.

"Die! Die! Die! Die—!!!"

Miao Zhe completely went berserk!
Fang Qingyu's grip on his right fist caused the fist to struggle wildly. The left fist was pulled back, and the two fists, like a storm, were frantically and recklessly bombarding Fang Qingyu's vital points with no method but terrifying power.

Fist shadows filled the sky.

The sound of something cutting through the air exploded like a barrage of bullets.

Each punch was enough to shatter stone tablets.

He was like a ferocious beast that had been completely enraged, wanting only to tear his opponent apart in the most savage way.

Faced with this frenzied attack, like a storm.

Fang Qingyu finally made a move.

He released his grip on Miao Zhe's right fist.

His figure moved like a ghost, dodging and weaving through the dense shadows of fists.

Her movements remained subtle, even possessing an elegant, leisurely grace. Sometimes she would turn slightly to the side, sometimes lean back slightly, and sometimes shift her feet lightly.
Miao Zhe's ferocious punches, powerful enough to shatter walls, always narrowly grazed his clothes or were dodged by the slightest margin.

Dense gusts of wind from his punches roared and exploded around him, blasting shallow craters into the arena floor and filling the air with dust.

However, he was never able to truly touch Fang Qingyu's body.

at last.

In the instant that Miao Zhe's powerful but slightly stiff uppercut missed, leaving his center wide open and his old strength exhausted before new strength could be generated.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

It's an extremely simple action.

His left leg, like a whip, drew a sharp arc from bottom to top and from the inside out.

A standard side kick.

The movements were clean and crisp, without any fancy moves, yet the speed was extremely fast.

It moved so fast that it left a blurry afterimage in the air.

Miao Zhe's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

A deadly chill instantly shot from the tailbone straight to the top of the head.

He saw it.

He clearly saw the trajectory of the kick.

However, his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

The uppercut he had just unleashed with all his might left his body momentarily stiff.

There was simply no time to make an effective block or dodge.

He could only watch helplessly as the foot, covered in starlight and flowing with dark red lava blood, rapidly magnified in his vision, like a battle axe, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

The target was his face covered by a bone mask.

"Do not--!!!"

Miao Zhe let out a desperate roar in his heart, desperately trying to turn his head to the side.

But... it's too late!
boom--! ! ! !

A dull, heart-stopping thud slammed into the leather-wrapped sandbag like a heavy hammer blow.

All viewers could see it clearly.

Miao Zhe's face, covered by a hideous bone mask, suddenly caved in and deformed the moment it touched the instep.

The bone mask groaned under the strain, instantly becoming covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Followed by.

The mask shattered.

Fragments mixed with scarlet blood, broken nasal bone fragments, and flying teeth.
It burst out in all directions like fireworks.

Miao Zhe's head snapped backward at an extremely exaggerated angle.

His entire massive body was lifted off the ground by this terrifying force.

Like a ball being blasted with full force, it was thrown backward and upward.

puff--! ! !
A large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of his twisted mouth like a fountain, drawing a dazzling scarlet arc in the air.

His body traced a high parabola through the air, flying more than ten meters before crashing onto the hard ground of the ring like a broken sack.

Boom!

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Miao Zhe lay in the shallow crater created by the impact.

His body convulsed violently, each convulsion accompanied by a gush of blood gushing from his ruptured mouth and nose.

His entire face had been completely deformed and collapsed.

Blood and torn flesh covered the lower half of his face, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

The bridge of his nose was completely shattered, countless teeth were knocked out, and his chin was tilted at an extremely strange angle, clearly indicating that the bones had been broken.

Only some broken fragments of the mask remained, still stuck to the bloodied and mangled face.

There was a sound of gasps in the audience.

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden turn of events.
Yet, that extremely violent kick was utterly shocking.

Miao Zhe, who was on a frenzied attack just a second ago, was kicked away like a broken sandbag the next second?!

The visual impact is incredible!
In the arena.

Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his left leg.

Then, step by step, they walked in the direction where Miao Zhe had fallen.

Walked with ease.

The sound of footsteps was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent arena.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
Like a death knell.

It struck the hearts of everyone who witnessed this scene.

Miao Zhe lay in a pool of blood and dust, his body convulsing violently from the excruciating pain and concussion. Each breath was accompanied by the gurgling of blood and the horrifying sound of bones grinding together.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, almost threatening to engulf him.

however!
Those eyes that peeked out from their bloodied and mangled sockets were not consumed by fear.

on the contrary!

A more frenzied, resentful, and vicious emotion burned within it.

The extreme pain and humiliation did not destroy his will; on the contrary, they completely ignited the ruthless and desperate nature in his bones.

He struggled.

With his left hand, which could still move somewhat, he gripped the ground tightly, trying to support his broken body.

A hoarse laugh, like a broken bellows, came from his throat, mixed with spurting blood and foam.

He raised his head.

With those extremely venomous eyes, she stared intently at Fang Qingyu, who was approaching step by step.

There was not a trace of pleading in his eyes.

There was only a kind of almost manic provocation and certainty.

"Ho ho ho"

He moved his broken jaw with difficulty, emitting sounds filled with malicious pleasure, each word sounding like it was being rubbed with broken bones:
"Hahaha, you...don't you really want to kill me?!"

Fang Qingyu did not stop walking, nor did he answer.

The vertical pupils of the molten gold remained calm and still, as if looking at a dead object.

Seeing Fang Qingyu remain silent, Miao Zhe's eyes gleamed with even greater madness and pleasure.
He seemed to have grasped at the last straw, certain that the other party could not completely kill him under the rules.
"You can't kill me. Hehe, I won't die..."

He screamed, each word distinct and distorted, his broken jaw twisting his voice:
"Are you feeling terrible? Are you resentful?!"

He gasped for breath, a mixture of blood and foam, and with all his might, let out a final roar:
"Don't worry, I'll be fine once I'm healed."

"Wait until I find out your identity."

Your family, your friends…
Even that woman from just now

"None of you should escape."

The word "escape" had barely escaped from his broken throat when he managed to squeeze out half a syllable.

The rest of the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Because he saw that figure, which remained as calm as a deep pool.
Moved.

The spot where Fang Qingyu had just stood was now just a deep, crushed footprint.

The figure blurred instantly in Miao Zhe's vision.

A chilling sense of death instantly gripped Miao Zhe's heart.

The hairs on his body stood on end.

A beastly instinct screams wildly.

"I--!"

His survival instinct drove him to use his last ounce of strength to shout out those three words, no matter what.

However.
The word "I" had just been uttered.

Fang Qingyu's figure had already appeared directly in front of him like a ghost.

Close at hand!

Miao Zhe could even clearly see the cold patterns on the other party's thunder pattern mask.

He saw his own bloodied, horrified face reflected in those molten gold vertical pupils.

then
He saw a fist.

A fist covered in starlight and flowing with dark red blood like lava.

Rapidly magnified in your field of vision!
The target was his already shattered jaw.

Do not! !

Miao Zhe let out a desperate roar in his heart.

boom--! ! !
A dull thud, like a watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer, made your teeth ache.

Fang Qingyu's fist slammed solidly into Miao Zhe's chin.

The fist, imbued with the power of starlight and molten lava, struck like a red-hot iron into rotten wood.

Miao Zhe's already shattered jawbone was instantly reduced to dust by this punch, like a piece of porcelain being smashed.

The enormous impact force was transmitted upwards without reservation.

His cervical spine groaned under the strain.

His entire head was suddenly thrown backward and upward at an extremely exaggerated angle.

"Woo——!!!"

A strange, muffled sound, a mixture of shattering bones and the squeezing of air, was squeezed out of Miao Zhe's broken throat.

All the syllables that followed, along with the gushing blood and broken teeth, were swallowed up by this incredibly violent punch.
It was forcefully blasted back deep into his throat.

His attempt to utter the words of surrender was completely thwarted.

Miao Zhe's burly body was struck by the terrifying power contained in this punch, making him look like a rag doll being blasted with all his might, his feet instantly leaving the ground.

He was thrown straight up into the air above the arena.

fast.

It even produced a piercing whistling sound!
Blood gushed out of his completely deformed mouth like spilled ink, leaving a scarlet trail in the air.

Bright lights shone above the arena.

Miao Zhe's body tumbled helplessly in the air, reaching its peak of ascent before beginning to fall.

The excruciating pain, suffocation, and dizziness from the concussion finally overwhelmed all the madness and ferocity at this moment.

Miao Zhe struggled to open his eyes, which were covered in blood.

He tried to find the figure that had cast him into hell in his rapidly falling vision.

found it!
Just below where his body began to fall.

The figure wearing the lightning-patterned mask had somehow already taken up a firm footing.

Slightly bend your knees and lower your body, like a bowstring taut with full power.

The arena floor beneath their feet silently caved in and cracked.

His vertical pupils, like molten gold, were like those of a hawk locking onto its prey, coldly gazing up at him as he fell from the sky.

Miao Zhe's pupils.

Because of extreme fear, they instantly shrank into two desperate black dots.

No--!!!
He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, to admit defeat.

But the broken jaw and throat could only produce a hissing sound.

Fang Qingyu's figure, kneeling and gathering strength, was like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly released.

boom! ! !
The cracked ground beneath their feet suddenly exploded, creating an even larger crater.

The flying stones shot out.

Fang Qingyu's figure, like a cannonball, tore through the air and shot towards Miao Zhe, who was falling from the sky.

It was moving faster than Miao Zhe, who was falling.

Start later but arrive first!
Almost at the moment Miao Zhe's body reached the highest point of its descent arc and began to accelerate its fall.

Fang Qingyu's figure had already appeared beside him like a ghost.

Parallel to him.

His gaze was fixed on Miao Zhe's desperate eyes.

His right fist, imbued with compressed stardust and lava, landed firmly on Miao Zhe's collapsed chest, right in the heart.

Then, a calm whisper rang out clearly:
"Nine Hells. Breaking the Limit".

boom--! ! !
A blinding beam of light, a mixture of dark red and silver.

The instant Fang Qingyu's fist made contact with Miao Zhe's chest.

It erupted suddenly from the point of the fist.

The beam of light pierced through Miao Zhe's chest and through his mangled body in an instant, and then...
It slammed heavily onto the hard arena floor below.

A deafening roar, louder than any previous impact, exploded out!

The entire arena trembled violently at the loud noise.

Centered on the point where the beam of light landed, the arena floor instantly collapsed downwards.

Terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

The thick, impenetrable smoke and dust, like a heavy, grayish-yellow curtain, instantly enveloped the entire center of the arena.

It tumbled and rose, blotting out the sky and the sun.

After the loud noise and tremors subsided, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators couldn't help but stand up at this moment.

Look towards the center of the arena, shrouded in billowing smoke and dust.

what happened? !

What was the result of that earth-shattering punch?!
In the Wild Bone Gang's territory, all the members stared intently at the cloud of smoke, their faces ashen.

time.

In the suffocating silence, second by second passed.

at last
The lingering smoke and dust began to slowly dissipate.

The first one to be revealed.

It was a huge, deep crater, as if it had been struck by a meteorite.

then
In the center of the pit, a figure was clearly visible.

He stood firmly in the very center of the pit, one knee slightly bent, maintaining the posture of throwing a downward punch.

The dark red aura of blood and energy had subsided.

The starlight that flowed across her skin has also faded.

Only the hideous lightning-patterned mask reflected the cold lights of the arena dome amidst the scattered dust.

The molten gold vertical pupils calmly gazed at the charred crater below the fist.

Besides.

Empty!

There was no flesh and blood, no broken bones, no severed limbs.
Miao Zhe has disappeared.

Or rather, under that punch, Miao Zhe didn't even leave a trace or a speck of dust.

"hiss--!!!"

"Fuck!!!"

"My God!!"

"Where is everyone?!"

"Even the scraps are gone?!"

"What was that just now?! It punched someone away?!"

"This is fucking second-tier?!"

After a brief silence, a deafening roar like a landslide or a tsunami erupted.

Countless audience members suddenly stood up from their seats.

They craned their necks, widened their eyes, and stared intently at the empty, charred pit, uttering all sorts of incoherent exclamations and profanities.

The enormous roar nearly lifted the dome of the arena.

Ordinary viewers might not quite understand what happened, but those around them who were equally shocked by the extraordinary immediately explained:
"Miao Zhe was completely obliterated by that punch, leaving not even ashes behind."

The desolate bone area was as silent as a graveyard.

All the members had ashen faces, their eyes filled with fear and anger.

Wei Banmeng, sitting below the stage, watched the figure slowly straightening up at the bottom of the pit, and a faint but genuine smile appeared on her lips.

She turned to look at Su Wanqing beside her, who was still somewhat dazed but whose eyes had regained much of their vitality, and said softly:
"See, I told you so."

"There's no need to worry about him."

"He's actually starting to enjoy the stage now."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Su Wanqing's limp right arm and pale face, her tone becoming gentle yet firm:
"Let's go, I'll take you for treatment first."

Su Wanqing was supported by Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu.

He turned around with slightly unsteady steps and walked towards the players' tunnel.

Until we were about to step into the shadows of the passage.

The last moment before the view was completely blocked by the wall.

Su Wanqing suddenly stopped and looked back one last time.

That bewildered look in his eyes.

At this moment, it all fades away completely.

It regained a touch of vibrant brilliance.

She turned her head to look at Wei Banmeng, who was supporting her, and said in a very soft voice:
"Half-dream."

Don't you think so?

"Qingzi him"

"Is he really that handsome?"

Wei Banmeng paused slightly in her act of helping him up.

For the first time, a distinct look of astonishment and bewilderment flashed across her usually cool and composed face and in her eyes, which were always calm and rational.

then.

In the passage.

The faint sounds of two women, deliberately speaking in hushed tones, yet unable to conceal their excitement and gossip, could be heard.
In the arena.

The billowing smoke and dust finally dissipated completely.

The enormous pit, the jagged cracks, the charred bottom, and the lone figure standing in the center of the pit were clearly presented to hundreds of thousands of viewers.

Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up.

My gaze finally settled on the edge of the charred pit bottom.

There, lying quietly, was the rough mask on Miao Zhe's face, made from the skull of a demon.

In the battle just now.

Miraculously, it was not completely destroyed, leaving only half with the eye socket and part of the forehead.

Fang Qingyu took a step and slowly walked out of the deep pit.

He walked up to the half of the bone mask and stopped.

Then, he bent down, extended two fingers, and picked up the blood-stained half of the mask.

Fang Qingyu straightened up.

His fingers gripped the half of the grotesque bone mask.

His gaze slowly rose, sweeping across the entire room once more.

Finally, the image was precisely fixed in the direction of the Wild Bone Gang area.

Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes.

Fang Qingyu raised the half of the blood-stained bone mask in his hand.

A calm, undisturbed voice, resounding throughout the entire arena, slowly rose:
"The members of the Wild Bone Gang"

"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)