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Chapter 322 How about you all attack together!?

The calm voice was like ice water thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

It instantly ignited the deathly silence of the arena.

boom--! ! !
After a brief pause.

It was a deafening roar that could overturn the dome of the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators suddenly jumped up from their seats.

Arms waving, face flushed, uttering all sorts of hysterical shouts, whistles, and uncontrollable profanities.

"Holy shit!!!"

“Awesome!!!”

"Insane! Absolutely insane!!!"

"They blasted the elites of the Wild Bone Gang to smithereens right in front of them, and then asked them if that was all?! Just who is this masked man?!"

"That slap was too loud! The Wild Bone Gang's face has been ripped off and trampled into the mud today!"

"Hahaha! That was awesome! I haven't seen such a great show in years!"

The enormous sound waves assaulted everyone's eardrums, and the air itself seemed to vibrate and hum.

Countless gazes, filled with schadenfreude, were fixed on the figure on the third arena who was clutching half a bloodstained bone mask.

And
Across from the arena was the exclusive viewing area belonging to the Wild Bone Gang, one of the ten major powers.

The Wild Bone Gang region.

The atmosphere was a stark contrast to the boisterous audience.

Those ordinary members in the front row, dressed in uniform bone armor and exuding a fierce aura, all had ashen faces, bulging veins on their foreheads, and their teeth grinding together.

Fang Qingyu's casual remark.

It pierced their self-esteem deeply.

"Son of a bitch!"

"He's looking for death!"

"Chop him!"

Deep growls and curses were suppressed and passed among the members. Many even gripped the weapons at their waists and glared fiercely at Fang Qingyu on the stage.

However, their actions were limited to this.

No one dared to actually rush out.

Because those sitting in the very front row, in the core area, remained as steady as Mount Tai.

The leader was exceptionally tall; even sitting, he resembled half an iron tower.

His face was covered by a stark white mask made from the skull of some kind of enormous demon.

Only two deep, ancient well-like eyes were visible.

His name is Gu Yan, one of the deputy leaders of the Wild Bone Corps.

A top-tier expert at the peak of the third-tier Martial Saint.

At this moment, the face beneath the Bone Yama mask remained expressionless.

Those eyes, as still as a deep well, didn't even ripple with the slightest emotion.

It was as if Miao Zhe, who was blasted to pieces on stage, and the humiliation he suffered were insignificant.

"Ah"

A low chuckle came from beneath the Bone Yama mask.

He turned his head slightly and, in a tone that revealed neither joy nor anger, instructed a subordinate sitting beside him who also wore a bone-armored mask and exuded a chilling aura:
"Go, tell Skullbreaker and Bone Remover to have a few of them go to the registration office immediately and register for the gauntlet battle."

His voice is not loud.

But it clearly drowned out the restlessness of the members behind him.

The previously restless members of the Wild Bone Gang instantly quieted down.

His eyes gleamed with awe and a barely perceptible hint of excitement.

Skull crushing, bone removal, tendon severing
These are some of the most notorious names within the Wild Bone Gang.

They are not brothers.

They were called the Bone Pagoda because of their equally brutal and violent fighting style and their shared reputation for cruelly killing their opponents.

These three are all second-tier peak-level modified martial arts masters.

Moreover, he is by no means the kind of person who relies on brute force to bully others, like Miao Zhe.

Each of them, individually speaking, is far superior to Miao Zhe.

If it weren't for the fact that modified martial artists couldn't register.

They have absolutely swept this tournament by now.

However, this kind of tag-team battle can't be limited to any modified martial artists.

"Yes, sir!"

The cold-blooded subordinate immediately bowed, accepted the order, and quickly left.

Gu Yan's gaze returned to the center of the arena, to the man in the lightning-patterned mask who was still holding up the fragment of his mask.

A subtle hint of amusement finally flickered in his deep eyes.

"interesting."

He whispered, as if he were evaluating a novel toy.

"But that's all."

In the arena.

Fang Qingyu's lips curled into a slight smile.

The bait has been laid.

Next, all that's left is to wait for the fish to bite.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Fang Qingyu sent the half-piece of the bloodstained bone mask splintering.

It fell to the bottom of the scorched pit at its feet.

It was mixed with broken stones.

Then, slowly lower your arms, letting your hands hang naturally at your sides.

His gaze swept across the electrifying audience, then over the other two arenas where fierce battles were still raging.

finally.

It landed on the edge of ring number three, on the referee in charge of that ring.

The referee was a middle-aged man dressed in a gray, arena-style outfit.

"referee."

Fang Qingyu's voice came through the mask, calm and emotionless.

"According to the rules, I request to take the next challenge."

The referee calmly nodded upon hearing this, then spoke into the walkie-talkie: "Island number three, the Thunder Mask contestant requests to continue the challenge! Please arrange the next challenger as soon as possible!"

The moment his words fell.

hum!
A figure suddenly burst out from the crowd in the stands below the arena.

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

It instantly pierced through the force field barrier of Arena Number Three!
He appeared on the other side of the arena as if by teleportation, thirty meters away from Fang Qingyu.

Dust rose slightly.

The person stopped.

This is a young man who looks to be in his late twenties.

He had a tall and well-proportioned figure, wore a faded gray martial arts uniform, and exuded a calm and restrained aura.

His face was ordinary; he was the kind of person you'd easily miss in a crowd.

But those eyes were unusually bright.

Above his head, three deep red characters were clearly visible.

[Martial Arts Master]

"It's him?!"

"Holy crap! Chen Mo, the Shadowless Sword?!"

"How did he get up there?! Isn't he a favorite to win the championship? Why would he sign up for the gauntlet tournament?!"

"Chen Mo always seems to be a loner and doesn't get involved in gang disputes. Why would he take the initiative to challenge this ruthless star?"

An even louder uproar erupted from the audience.

Countless people recognized the suddenly appearing young man, their faces filled with astonishment and anticipation.

Before the start of the second-tier group competition, Chen Mo was listed by various sources as one of the top seed players most likely to break into the top ten or even the top three.

his appearance.

This was far more surprising and exciting than the notorious thugs of the Wild Bone Gang.

After Chen Mo stood still, he did not immediately draw his sword.

He slowly raised his head, his bright eyes calmly looking at Fang Qingyu.

There was no anger, no murderous intent, and none of the savagery characteristic of the members of the Wild Bone Gang.

"Feel sorry."

"Entrusted by others."

Entrusted by someone?

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils flickered slightly.

It goes without saying who entrusted them with this task.

It must be the city lord of that unjust city.

A slightly mocking smile curved the corners of Fang Qingyu's mouth beneath his mask.

Nod slightly.

There were no further questions, no anger.

He casually tossed aside the blood-stained fragment of a bone mask at his feet with his toe.

Then, he looked at Chen Mo again.

His vertical pupils, gleaming with molten gold, remained perfectly calm.

"bring it on."

East entrance to the arena.

The surging crowd, like a flood bursting its banks, was rushing wildly into the arena.

"Make way! Make way! All of you, get the hell out of my way!"

Lei Meng's burly body was like a human tank.

They carved a path through the crowded streets.

His face was anxious as he rudely pushed aside the people blocking his way, yelling at Tian Lin, Chu Kuanglan, and Jiang Wei behind him, "Hurry up! Damn it, the whole restaurant is buzzing about it! A ten-game winning streak in a series of matches that hasn't happened in decades! I'll regret missing this for a year!"

Tian Lin followed closely behind.

His face also showed curiosity and a hint of seriousness.

Chu Kuanglan grinned widely, his large, round eyes gleaming with excitement. He pushed through the crowd, shouting, "Brother Meng, who is that guy? So fierce? Daring to challenge for ten consecutive wins? And he blasted the Wild Bone Gang to smithereens right in front of them? He's got some nerve!"

Jiang Wei followed quietly at the back.

Her long, crimson hair was covered by a simple hood, revealing only half of her aloof and stunning profile and her clear red eyes.

Her gaze seemed calmly fixed on Lei Meng's broad back, but deep in her eyes, it was as if a certain place in the sky was being reflected.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Who knows!" Lei Meng roared without turning his head. "Old Liu's message was vague, just saying he's inhumanly fierce! Hurry up! We'll find out once we get in!"

The four relied on Lei Meng's unreasonable aura and Chu Kuanglan's size.

They finally managed to squeeze into the arena.

The deafening roar instantly engulfed them.

The huge circular stands were packed with people, like a boiling ocean.

Almost everyone stood up, craning their necks and focusing their gazes feverishly on the center ring number three.

There, the smoke and dust seemed to have just dissipated, leaving behind a huge, deep crater.

At the edge of the pit stood a figure wearing a ferocious lightning-patterned mask.

Not far from him stood a young man dressed in a gray martial arts uniform.

"There it is! Station number three!"

Tian Lin, with his sharp eyes, immediately pointed to the arena.

"Come on, our location is over there!"

Lei Meng also saw Liu San and Lao Lu waving their arms, and immediately led the three of them to squeeze through.

"Old Liu! What's going on?!"

Lei Meng slammed his butt down hard on the seat next to Liu San, making the chair shake, and asked impatiently.

Liu San's face was flushed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Pointing at Fang Qingyu on the stage, his voice trembled with emotion: "Brother Meng! Look! That guy on the stage wearing the lightning mask! That's him! He was absolutely amazing just now!"

He spoke rapidly, spittle flying everywhere: "That Miao Zhe from the Desolate Bone Gang, a peak second-tier cultivator! The infamous Bone Crusher! He was blasted to oblivion with a single punch, not even a speck of dust remained. Just like that, 'bang,' he exploded. Then he picked up Miao Zhe's mask and, in front of hundreds of thousands of people, asked the Desolate Bone Gang, 'Is that all?!' My God! The scene, the aura..."

Liu San was so excited that he danced around as if he had personally witnessed that earth-shattering scene: "I'm also a second-tier! But I feel like I couldn't last a second in front of him. It's terrifying, he's not even human!"

Lei Meng's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth agape: "Holy crap! Really? Gone with a single punch?! Old Liu, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Absolutely true! Brother Meng! I'll show you the video later."

Liu San patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"What the hell is this deity?" Lei Meng clicked his tongue, his eyes fixed on the masked man with thunder patterns on the stage, filled with amazement and curiosity.

Chu Kuanglan and Jiang Wei also squeezed next to Lao Lu at this time.

"Old Lu, what's that on the stage?" Chu Kuanglan lowered his voice and gestured to the arena with his eyes.

Lu Jiuyuan pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses remaining calm and steady, but his tone carried a subtle undercurrent: "It's Qingzi."

"It's really him!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes lit up, then filled with doubt, "Why did he get on stage? And why did he make such a fuss? Ten consecutive wins? What's he up to?"

Lu Jiuyuan quickly and concisely recounted what had happened: "Wanqing was in danger on stage. Her opponent was Miao Zhe from the Wild Bone Gang, who was ruthless and deadly. Wanqing was injured, and in the critical moment, Qingzi suddenly used the rules to come to her aid. According to the competition rules, the aider must win ten consecutive battles for the aided, otherwise both of them will be considered to have violated the rules and forfeited, and Qingzi will also be punished."

"Fuck!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan's doubts were instantly replaced by immense excitement and schadenfreude. "Ten matches? Haha! The Wild Bone Gang is really in for a world of trouble! Qingzi is determined to make an example of them! Exciting! So exciting!"

He rubbed his hands together, unable to contain his excitement.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wei, who was standing nearby, heard that Su Wanqing was in danger.

A chilling glint flashed across her clear red eyes.

But upon hearing that Fang Qingyu had come to the rescue in time, the chill quietly dissipated.

However, when her gaze swept over the calm figure on the stage again, it finally slowly rose, piercing through the noisy and bustling crowd.

When it was cast into the depths of that empty cloud.

Those delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly once again.

Deep within his ruby-like eyes, a clear hint of displeasure and a silent question were revealed on his face.

It seems to be saying
You're going too far.

Deep in the clouds.

The space is slightly distorted.

A figure dressed in a black robe floated silently.

Da Lei stood with his hands behind his back.

His young yet weathered face was expressionless.

His deep eyes seemed to reflect an ancient galaxy, yet also appeared to be completely empty.

Inside the arena below.

The deafening roar and frenzy seemed utterly unable to penetrate the tranquility of this space.

However, the moment Jiang Wei's gaze, filled with clear displeasure and questioning, pierced through the layers of barriers and landed on him...

Da Lei's unchanging indifferent gaze.

It rippled very, very slightly.

It was as if a tiny pebble had been thrown into a calm, ancient pool.

He slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through thick clouds and energy shields, landing precisely on the red-haired girl wearing a hood in the audience.

Their eyes seemed to meet in the void.

Da Lei's lips pursed down almost imperceptibly.

It was a feeling similar to a headache.

He certainly knew why Fang Qingyu had taken office.

He also knew why Jiang Wei was unhappy.

But he had his reasons.

A city of injustice needs balance, and it also needs to see things clearly.

Fang Qingyu is a variable whose strength far exceeds expectations, and whose temperament is even more unpredictable.

Putting him in ten rounds of intense competition is both a pressure and the best window to observe his limits and methods.

However, he seemed to have underestimated the little guy's destructive power.

They also underestimated Jiang Wei's protectiveness.

That silent, questioning gaze, like a tangible shackle, made even the ruler of the unjust city feel a bit uneasy.

Da Lei remained silent for a few moments.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

The hem of the dark robe fluttered gently in the silent air currents.

It was as if he had completely shut out all the noise below, as well as that gaze that made him somewhat uncomfortable.

In the arena.

"Come on." Fang Qingyu's calm voice rang out.

Chen Mo, sitting opposite him, instantly became incredibly focused in his bright eyes.

"excuse me."

He gave a low shout and said no more nonsense.

boom!
An extremely sharp sword intent suddenly erupted from his body.

Without any earth-shattering force, it seemed to shatter the air within several meters around him.

He leaned forward slightly, and his right hand swiftly pressed down on the hilt of the seemingly simple, sheathed longsword at his waist.

Clang——!
A clear, resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar, echoed throughout the arena.

A streak of bright, white sword light suddenly appeared.

fast!
Almost reaching the extreme!
To many, Chen Mo's figure only appeared briefly.

A blindingly cold light that tore through the air crossed a distance of thirty meters and appeared in front of Fang Qingyu as if by teleportation!

The sword tip was aimed straight at Fang Qingyu's throat.

This sword strike was devoid of any frills, possessing only pure, extreme speed and sharpness.

Faced with this terrifying sword strike, which could instantly kill an ordinary peak second-tier cultivator.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils remained completely unmoved.

He didn't even look at the extremely fast sword light.

Just a split second before the sword light reached his body.

Fang Qingyu's body moved.

Facing the all-shattering sword light, he took a step forward.

The arena floor beneath their feet silently caved in and cracked!
His entire being was like a bowstring suddenly released after being fully drawn, transforming into a blurry afterimage that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, charging forward fiercely.

Its speed was even faster than that stunning sword strike.

Start later but arrive first.

boom! ! !
A deafening, terrifying roar erupted, like two high-speed mountains colliding violently.

A violent shockwave exploded outwards in a ring shape from the point of impact between the two.

The hard arena floor was torn up layer by layer like a fragile biscuit, and gravel mixed with dust shot out in all directions like bullets.

A cloud of dust instantly enveloped the center of the collision.

In the stands, countless people craned their necks, held their breath, and stared wide-eyed, trying to see the scene through the smoke and dust.

Who's winning?!

It was Chen Mo's invincible and stunning sword strike that pierced through the opponent.

Or did the masked man with the lightning pattern withstand the sword's edge with even more terrifying power?
next second.

call--!
A figure shot out from the billowing dust like a cannonball.

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

boom! boom! boom!
The figure's feet moved like an out-of-control plowshare, frantically carving two shocking deep furrows in the arena, sending pebbles flying!
It crashed into the force field barrier at the edge of the arena.

It made a dull, loud thud.

The light screen rippled violently, forcefully bouncing the figure back. It staggered back a few steps before barely managing to regain its balance.

It's Chen Mo!
His face was deathly pale, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The tiger's mouth of his right hand, which was gripping the longsword, was split open, and blood dripped down the hilt.

The seemingly simple longsword was now covered with fine cracks, and the blade trembled slightly, emitting a low, mournful sound.

And the look in his eyes as he gazed at the center of the smoke-filled arena.

It was filled with utter shock and disbelief.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Fang Qingyu's figure was clearly visible.

He maintained his forward punching stance, and in front of his fist, which was covered with starlight and the dark red of lava, the air was slightly distorted due to the extreme compression of force.

Slowly retract your fist and stand up straight.

The movements are smooth and natural.

Through the mask, the molten gold vertical pupils calmly gazed at Chen Mo in the distance, whose mouth was stained with blood and whose long sword wailed mournfully.

There was no pursuit, no words spoken.

Chen Mo stared intently at Fang Qingyu's retracted fist, then looked down at his own cracked longsword and his bleeding hand.

His chest heaved violently a few times.

Finally, the shock in his eyes slowly faded, turning into a deep sense of helplessness and relief.

The gap is too big.

It was so great that he couldn't even muster a sliver of hope.

That punch from the other party.

Not only did it directly thwart his proud and stunning sword strike, but it also held back its power at the last moment.

Otherwise, his current situation would probably not be much better than Miao Zhe's.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning blood and the excruciating pain in his arm.

With a flick of his wrist, he sheathed the cracked longsword.

Then, facing Fang Qingyu in the center of the arena, he clasped his hands together and performed a martial arts salute with utmost solemnity.

"Thank you for your mercy."

Chen Mo concedes defeat.

Having said that, he showed no more lingering attachment, turned around, and walked with somewhat heavy steps.

But he still stood tall and walked off the ring step by step, quickly disappearing into the shadows leading to the contestants' tunnel.

Instant kill.

Another instant sell-out, no doubt about it!

Although this time there was no bloodshed or carnage.

But the sheer crushing defeat of the favorites, forcing them to concede, was just as shocking as it had been before.

After a brief moment of dead silence.

boom--! ! !
An even more frenzied roar instantly engulfed the arena!
"Fuck!!!"

"Chen Mo was defeated too?! In just one move?! Just one move?!"

"A stunning sword strike that directly clashed with the Shadowless Sword, and even cracked the sword?! What kind of monster's body is this?!"

"This is insane! This world has gone mad! How could a second-tier being be this strong?!"

"Ten consecutive wins! Is today truly the day we witness the birth of a legend?!"

The Wild Bone Gang region.

Gu Yan's eyes were as still as a deep well.

The moment Chen Mo was blasted back by a punch and voluntarily admitted defeat, the gate finally narrowed slightly.

Although only for a moment.

But within that tiny crack, a truly solemn expression flashed.

This masked man with the lightning pattern is far stronger than we expected!

"Co-pilot."

The cold, serpentine subordinate leaned closer, his voice tinged with barely perceptible urgency: "Skullbreaker and the others have arrived at the registration desk and are registering. But Chen Mo's defeat was so decisive; should we..."

"Hurry them up." Gu Yan's voice was like two blocks of ice rubbing together, even colder than before. "Tell them that if they don't kill him, they don't need to come down."

"Yes!"

His subordinate felt a chill run down his spine.

In the arena.

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze, no longer looking in the direction Chen Mo had left.

The molten gold's vertical pupils swept across the area of ​​the Desolate Bone Clan once more.

This time, he neither raised any fragments nor spoke.

But that calm gaze was more penetrating than any provocative word.

It was as if they were speaking silently.

next.

Your turn.

time.

Amidst the audience's enthusiastic shouts and anxious waiting, time ticked by.

The third arena fell into a brief silence.

The battles in the other two arenas were still ongoing, but at this moment almost no one was paying attention.

All eyes were fixed on the third arena, on the man in the lightning-patterned mask who stood like a javelin at the edge of the huge pit.

He is waiting.

The audience is also waiting.

Waiting for the Wild Bone Gang's response.

at last.

After a suffocating wait that lasted for nearly ten minutes.

A commotion broke out at the entrance to the arena connecting to the players' tunnel.

Eight figures.

Like a reef parting the tide, it forcefully squeezed out from the surging crowd.

They wore grotesque bone armor made of some kind of dark bone material, polished and pieced together.

His face was covered by a fierce-looking bone mask that only revealed his eyes and mouth.

Their appearance.

This immediately caused a huge commotion in the nearby stands.

"They're here! The Wild Bone Gang is here!"

"It's the Bone Pagoda! My God, the Desolate Bone Clan actually sent out all of them!"

"This is truly a fight to the death!"

"Can that masked man hold on? This is a war of attrition!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes.

The eight members of the Wild Bone Gang walked straight to the bottom of Arena Number Three.

The five leaders were none other than the infamous Bone Pagoda.

The skull was crushed, the bones were removed, and the tendons were severed as they stood below the stage.

His gaze, peering through the eye holes of the bone mask, was fixed on Fang Qingyu on the stage.

And the last member whose aura was slightly weaker.

There was no pause.

He stomped on the ground and his body shot up like a cannonball, smashing through the force field barrier of the arena.

Boom.

His heavy body crashed onto the ring.

About 20 meters away from Fang Qingyu.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, he slowly straightened up.

Beneath the bone mask, a pair of eyes filled with bloodlust and cruelty stared intently at Fang Qingyu.

They did not introduce themselves.

No nonsense.

It didn't even let out a roar.

The moment his body landed steadily, his bone armor emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound, and his dark red, violent blood energy erupted like a volcano!
"Roar--!!!"

A beastly roar, unlike any human voice, exploded from his throat.

He transformed into a dark red afterimage carrying a stench, charging directly toward Fang Qingyu.

It's faster than Miao Zhe before.

Its momentum became even more ferocious.

Clearly, his most direct order was to kill his opponent at all costs.

Otherwise, he himself would be the one to die.

Facing this opponent who pounced like a ferocious beast out of control.

In Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils, there was no longer pure calm.

Modified martial artists!?

It seems the members of the Wild Bone Gang are grasping at straws in their desperation.

Just as the members of the Wild Bone Gang rushed to within five meters of Fang Qingyu, about to smash into Fang Qingyu's face...

Fang Qingyu also took a step forward.

Boom!
This step was like a giant elephant stomping its feet.

The entire arena seemed to tremble.

The ground beneath their feet instantly exploded, creating a deep crater.

The body was like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, suddenly released.

As Fang Qingyu took this step, his entire torso twisted inward like a taut bow.

With the right shoulder in front and the left leg behind, the spine instantly taut into an arc full of explosive power, like a great dragon.

The entire movement was as fast as lightning and as fluid as breathing.

Bajiquan - Mountain-Pulling Lean!

boom--! ! !
A muffled thunderclap exploded on the arena.

Fang Qingyu's right shoulder slammed solidly into the bone-armored fist that the member of the Desolate Bone Gang was unleashing with all his might.

CRACK——!!!
The sound of bones cracking, so loud it felt like popping beans, was deafening.

The fist of the member of the Wild Bone Gang, covered with hard bone armor, along with his wrist and forearm, shattered inch by inch the moment they made contact.
The bone armor covering it burst open like a fragile eggshell.

A mixture of scarlet flesh and white bone fragments splattered in all directions.

"Uhhh-!!!"

A short, piercing scream, sharp enough to shatter eardrums, burst forth from beneath the mask of the member of the Wild Bone Gang.

however.

The scream was only half-finished!
Because Fang Qingyu's incredibly powerful and unparalleled "Mountain-Piercing Strike" had not diminished in the slightest.

After shattering his arm, the battering ram-like shoulder, with the force of its crushing impact, slammed into his chest.

boom--! ! !
Another dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The bone armor covering the chests of the members of the Wild Bone Gang dented and shattered in response.

His entire chest collapsed inwards instantly, like a broken drum struck by a heavy hammer.

His body was thrown backward and upward at an even faster speed than when he charged, like a tattered sack being blasted with all his might.

As the person flew through the air, the blood spurting from their mouth transformed into a crimson fountain, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Boom! ! !

His body slammed heavily onto the force field barrier at the edge of the arena.

The tough light barrier was smashed so hard that it caved inwards violently, emitting a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight!

The immense recoil force, combined with the terrifying impact of the mountain-leaning strike, instantly acted on his already shattered body.

puff--! ! !
Another large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

His body felt as if all the bones had been removed, and he slid limply down the light screen, crashing onto the edge of the arena with a thud.

His body was twisted at an extremely bizarre angle, his chest was caved in, and his right arm was completely shattered.

She was like a rag doll that had been played with and broken.

Lying in a pool of blood, only faint twitches proved he was still alive.

But clearly, they have completely lost their fighting capacity.

Instant kill!

It was another instant kill, no doubt about it!

And this time, it was even more violent and more tragic.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again, as everyone gasped in shock.

at this time.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

He didn't look at the member of the Wild Bone Gang lying in a pool of blood.

Instead, he slowly turned around.

Move calmly and leisurely.

He exposed his back to the members of the Wild Bone Gang below the stage without any defense.

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

Fang Qingyu's gaze calmly fell once again on the area of ​​the Desolate Bone Gang.

It landed on Bone Yan, the vice-commander who was wearing a complete skull mask.

Then, his gaze slowly swept over the so-called members of the Floating Pagoda below the stage.

He casually beckoned with his finger.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a decree issued by a deity.

"or."

"All of you, come at me together?"

(End of this chapter)