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Chapter 333 President, you can now appreciate this embryo.
In the heart of the city of injustice, the first rays of dawn break.

On the main road leading to the central arena.

The flow of people was like a flood that had been released from its dam.

The deafening roar, brimming with fervor and anticipation, ignited the entire city.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked side by side, mingling in the surging crowd.

Fang Qingyu's face was covered by that hideous lightning-patterned mask.

Jiang Wei wore another pure white mask that covered her entire face, revealing only her clear red eyes.

The two men kept their auras restrained, like two drops of water merging into the ocean, completely inconspicuous.

“Old Chu and the others really want to come over.” Fang Qingyu’s voice came through the mask, calm and emotionless, “but there are more things going on over there right now.”

Jiang Wei's long, crimson hair was covered by the hood, and she gave a soft "hmm".

Her clear red eyes swept over the excited, shouting crowd around her.

Then his gaze fell on Fang Qingyu's profile: "Lei Meng?"

"His life has been saved." Fang Qingyu nodded slightly. "The doctor was right, the physique of a third-level Martial Saint is indeed tenacious. He is in a state of suspended animation, but his vitality is slowly recovering, and he is much more stable than yesterday. Liu San is like he's been injected with chicken blood, holding things together at headquarters."

He paused, his voice carrying an undeniable air: "If they really want to come, they should deal with the Iron Stream Sect within five days. By then, things should get interesting on the third tier."

Jiang Wei nodded again, her ruby-like eyes completely calm, as if everything was meant to be this way.

The early matches weren't very interesting.

No one could pose any threat to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

Upon hearing Fang Qingyu's words, Old Chu immediately issued a military order, stating that he would absolutely swallow up the Iron Stream Sect within five days.

Therefore, the Green Dragon Gang is currently engaged in a fierce battle.

Moreover, the Green Dragon Gang now has Yan Lin in charge.

Fang Qingyu was not worried that Han Li would lead the third-tier troops to wipe out the Azure Dragon Gang.

In summary, Fang Qingyu can currently focus all his energy on the competition and doesn't need to worry about the Heavenly Punishment Society and the Azure Dragon Gang for the time being.

The only potential problem is the Council of Gods.

They disappeared without a trace after the Pantheon attacked them on the scaffold.

No matter how hard Fang Qingyu investigated, he couldn't find any trace of them.

Furthermore, they couldn't find any trace of the Society of Gods.
Just as the members of the Order of the Gods have never appeared in the City of Injustice.

But the members of the Pantheon clearly stated that the City of Injustice was their headquarters.

This can be seen.

The Pantheon may be hiding even deeper in the City of Injustice than the Divine Punishment.
This is the only thing Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei need to pay attention to.

……

A massive central arena.

Compared to the second-tier group competition, the crowd gathered here now is even more terrifying.

The malevolent aura and energy fluctuations permeating the air were more than one level stronger.

Third order.

This is the true theme of the city of injustice.

It is the core force in the power struggle among various factions, and it is the entity that can truly influence the regional landscape.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei presented their participation certificates and, instead of heading towards the audience area, joined the flow of people heading towards the contestants' preparation area.

Here, all sorts of Tier 3 powerhouses gather.

A martial arts master with a fierce aura and bulging muscles, resembling a ferocious humanoid beast.

There are cultists whose bodies are surrounded by intense fluctuations of elemental energy and whose eyes are indifferent.

Some of them possessed a strange and unpredictable aura, making it difficult to discern their specific methods.

They either closed their eyes to rest, talked in hushed tones, or scanned their potential rivals with sharp eyes.

An invisible tension and probing filled the air.

"So many people." Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the densely packed contestant area, and a hint of surprise flashed deep in his molten gold vertical pupils.

The number of participants in the qualifying rounds on the first day alone far exceeded his expectations.

Thousands of people? Probably far more than that!
Soon, the huge light screen lit up, and the group information began to scroll.

"Group One: Thor, Bai Huo, Zhang Mang, Li Su."

"Second group:."

The group list was densely packed, with a total of ten groups!
At a glance, the names following each group numbered close to a thousand!
"Ten groups, each with 1,000 people, the top 100 will advance."

A cold voice boomed through the contestants' area via loudspeaker, "The qualifying rounds will be held over two days, with five groups each day. The arena, the central ring!"

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's names were both prominently displayed in the first group.

The two exchanged a glance and saw the calm look in each other's eyes beneath their masks.

A thousand people fight, and only a hundred are chosen?

The rules are extremely simple and brutal.

But for the two of them, this rule was practically equivalent to guaranteed admission.

There are a hundred spots available for advancement; all they need to do is stay on the stage and avoid being eliminated.

With their abilities, even if they wanted to be eliminated, it probably wouldn't be that easy.

"Let's go," Fang Qingyu said calmly.

Jiang Wei followed silently.

The two followed the large group in the first group through a special passage toward the central arena, which was large enough to accommodate thousands of people fighting in a melee.

……

Only when Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stepped onto this enormous central arena could they truly appreciate its scale.

The ground was made of some kind of incredibly solid black alloy that shimmered with a metallic luster, strong enough to withstand the relentless bombardment of a third-tier powerhouse.

Force fields completely enveloped the entire arena space.

At this moment, nearly a thousand Tier 3 contestants are scattered throughout this vast space, with considerable distances between them.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone cautiously observed their surroundings.

They are seeking potential allies while remaining vigilant against potential powerful adversaries.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei casually chose a corner near the edge and stood side by side.

The two of them concealed their auras to the extreme, like two stubborn rocks, inconspicuous in the surging energy undercurrent.

However, this inconspicuousness did not last long.

"Hey, you two sneaky guys hiding in the corner, trying to pick up some cheap stuff?"

A tall, burly man with a scar on his face, carrying a heavy machete, and accompanied by several equally fierce-looking companions, swaggered towards the corner where Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei were.

Scarface's gaze swept over Fang Qingyu's lightning-patterned mask and Jiang Wei's white mask, and he grinned maliciously: "Look at you cowards, I'll send you down to warm up first!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his axe.

Dark red, violent blood energy surged into the axe blade, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, as it cleaved down towards Fang Qingyu.

The people behind them also used their own methods to cover the two of them.

In their view.

The two masked figures in the corner, with their unremarkable demeanor, were perfect easy targets.

Faced with this sudden attack.

Fang Qingyu didn't even turn his head to look at the giant axe hurtling towards him.

He simply raised his right hand casually, fingers spread, towards the direction from which the scarred man was attacking.

Crack——!!!
A blindingly bright golden bolt of lightning suddenly erupted from his palm.

There was no buildup, no warning.

Golden lightning bolts tore through the air, carrying a devastating divine might that could destroy everything, instantly piercing through a distance of tens of meters.

The savage grin on Scarface's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless horror.

He only had time to barely hold the axe horizontally in front of him.

boom--! ! !
A deafening explosion rang out.

The axe, imbued with his life force and made of extraordinary material, shattered into pieces as if made of paper.

The raging golden lightning, undiminished in its force, slammed into his crossed arms as he tried to block.

Click!
A series of sharp, cracking sounds filled the air, enough to make your scalp tingle!

Scarface let out a shrill, distorted scream. His arms twisted and deformed instantly, turning black. He was struck head-on by a battering ram, spitting out blood. His body was thrown backward and upward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the force field in the distance with a dull thud. He slid down softly and passed out completely.

Almost at the same instant Fang Qingyu made his move.

Jiang Wei simply turned slightly to the side, her clear red eyes sweeping over the figures rushing towards her.

She didn't even raise her hand.

call--!
A pure white wave of heat, so hot it distorted the air, suddenly spread out from her center!
The incoming fist gusts and palm shadows vanished silently upon contact with this pure white wave of energy, like ice and snow melting away.

The group of people who rushed over felt an irresistible, terrifying heat wave wash over them.

It felt like being inside a volcano about to erupt.

The protective qi and blood were instantly ignited, emitting a sizzling burning sound, and the skin felt an intense burning pain.

"Ugh!"

"puff!"

Several people simultaneously let out painful groans, their bodies flying backward at an even faster speed than when they arrived, wisps of blue smoke rising from their bodies, crashing heavily to the ground, rolling around, unable to get up for a while.

The entire corner area was cleared out instantly.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Scarface shouted and made his move to the moment his group was cleared out like trash, it only took two or three breaths.

The nearby players who were initially eager to take advantage of the situation suddenly felt as if they had been choked. Their greed and mockery froze completely, turning into ashen horror and disbelief.

A barrage of gazes.

They stared intently at the two figures still standing calmly in the corner, as if they had seen a ghost.

Thunder Pattern Mask with Golden Lightning
White mask. Pure white air wave.
"Thunder God?! White Flame?!"

A trembling cry of surprise broke the deathly silence.

It's like throwing ice cubes into a pot of boiling oil.

Wow——! ! !
The entire area around the edge of the arena instantly erupted in chaos.

"My God! It's them! It really is those two highway warriors, Thor, and that mysterious white flame!"

"They actually came to participate in the Tier 3 tournament too?!"

"One-hit kill of a mid-stage Tier 3?! What kind of monster is this?!"

"Quick! Get away from them! Don't mess with them!"

Panic spread like a plague among the players near the edge.

Everyone looked at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei with extreme awe and fear.

The corner area, which had previously seemed somewhat crowded, suddenly became a large, empty space.

No one dared to come within ten meters of them anymore.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei did not react to this.

The two remained quietly standing in the corner, their gazes calmly sweeping over the fierce melee that was erupting on the arena.

Swords flashed and shadows danced, elemental energy roared, and roars and screams rose and fell.

People were constantly being severely injured and knocked away, and after hitting the shield, they were eliminated and teleported out.

There are also those with formidable strength, standing firm like reefs, easily crushing any challengers who dare to approach.

A thousand people fought in a chaotic and brutal melee.

Time passed amidst the fierce fighting.

The number of people in the ring dwindled rapidly.

The melee lasted for about an hour.

On the giant light screen, the number of remaining people in the first group finally stopped at 100.

Om-!
A soft light enveloped the entire arena.

The referee stepped forward and announced the end of the match.

The first group, listed in the qualifying list.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's names were prominently listed.

The process was so easy it was almost boring.

for the rest of the time.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei acted as if they were clocking in for work.

Arrive at the arena on time every day and enter the designated group's main arena.

Then, under the watchful and fearful gazes of countless eyes, find a quiet corner.

Waiting for the chaos to end.

There was no fighting, no turmoil.

The names "Thor" and "White Flame" were like two insurmountable mountains, intimidating all the contestants in the same group.

No one dared to cross the line.

The five qualifying rounds concluded on the second day.

The list of the top 1,000 in the Tier 3 competition has been officially released.

The real knockout stage has begun!

The rules for the knockout stage are completely different.

The rules were clearly displayed on the huge light screen.

The knockout stage uses a points-based system.

[Win: +2 points.]

[Loss: -1 point.]

[Even: 0 points. 】

Each player must participate in ten rounds of randomly matched battles each day.

[The three-day competition has concluded, and the top 256 players in the overall standings have advanced to the final ranking matches!]

Points-based system, random matching, ten rounds per day!
This means that even powerful figures like Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei could potentially meet.

But this actually made Fang Qingyu feel more relaxed. As long as he had enough points, he didn't need to win every battle, which greatly reduced the pressure.

Moreover, ten rounds of high-intensity battles every day are the true stage to test strength and hone skills.

Day 1 of the knockout stage.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stepped into their respective contestant tunnels once again.

The massive main arena was divided into dozens of smaller, independent force field arenas.

Multiple battles can be fought simultaneously.

Fang Qingyu's opponent was a calm and composed late-stage third-tier martial arts master.

When he saw Fang Qingyu's signature thunder pattern mask, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Thunder God?!"

The warrior's fighting spirit vanished instantly, replaced by a deep bitterness and helplessness.

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fang Qingyu who had just stepped onto the stage, and said in a hoarse voice, "I concede defeat."

Crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.

After saying that, he turned around and signaled to the referee to concede defeat.

The referee was clearly unfazed and immediately declared Fang Qingyu the winner, adding 2 points to his score.

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly and turned to leave.

On the other side, Jiang Wei's opponent is a chosen one who controls the water element.

When you see the pure white mask on Jiang Wei's face, and the faint heat emanating from her body that makes the air seem slightly distorted.

The chosen one didn't even dare to cast a probing spell, and surrendered immediately, his face pale.

"I surrender."

The first day consists of ten rounds of competition.

Without exception, all ten opponents that Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei encountered surrendered without hesitation after recognizing their identities!
Ten wins out of ten battles, and the score has skyrocketed by 20 points!
The two are currently at the top of the standings!
The cheers of "Thor! Whitefire!" echoed like a tsunami from the audience.

They don't even need to lift a finger; their mere reputation is enough to make their opponents tremble in fear.

This terrifying reputation and deterrent power.

This has drawn the attention of all major forces following the competition.

All eyes were focused on the two of them.

……

The second day of the knockout stage, early morning.

Fang Qingyu had just opened the hotel room door, preparing to head to the arena.

The figure standing outside the door made him pause slightly.

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, Lu Jiuyuan, and Lao Qin all looked a little tired, but their eyes were unusually bright.

"solved?"

Fang Qingyu's lips curled into a slight smile as he stepped aside.

"Absolutely!" Chu Kuanglan was the first to squeeze in, his big, round eyes filled with excitement, his voice booming, "Qingzi, you didn't see it, the scene was...tsk tsk tsk!"

With a faint smile on her face, Wei Banmeng followed into the room: "As for the Iron Stream Sect, Han Li led several elders to launch a strong attack on the headquarters last time. After being severely injured by Chairman Yan and escaping back, he has been completely demoralized. We led our men, in cooperation with the brothers of Dawn, and wiped out the second-tier forces under the Iron Stream Sect, eliminating those that needed to be eliminated and incorporating those that needed to be incorporated. We have almost completely cleaned them up."

"Han Li?" Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow.

"Hey!" Chu Kuanglan interrupted, grinning broadly and gloating, "That old bastard, first Sister Jiang set off a huge firework display in their hideout, leaving them covered in soot and several high-ranking officials dead, making them so angry they almost vomited blood. Later, Lao Lu and I led men into their territory every day to carry out assassinations, specifically targeting their second-tier leaders, but they couldn't catch us, and they were incredibly frustrated! Finally, they couldn't take it anymore and tried to use our Meng Ge's strength, but Chairman Yan slapped them so hard they were half paralyzed and had to be carried back."

He spread his hands, his expression exaggerated: "As it turns out, I heard that as soon as he was carried into the hospital, his subordinates reported that we had almost emptied his coffers and lost most of his territory. He couldn't catch his breath and died of anger! Hahaha!"

"Are you furious?"

Fang Qingyu was also taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled.

This ending is indeed full of dramatic absurdity.

A third-tier martial saint and the leader of the Iron Stream Sect, his life ended in this way.

"He has quite a temper."

Fang Qingyu made a comment and then turned his gaze to Old Qin, who was standing quietly to the side.

Fang Qingyu's vertical pupils, like molten gold, swept over Old Qin, and his smile deepened: "Almost at the second tier?"

Upon hearing this, Old Qin smiled calmly and confidently, nodding vigorously: "Yes! It feels like it'll be in the next few days."

"Mouse, where are Old Qiao and Lü Chen?" Fang Qingyu asked.

"You've all made great progress!" Chu Kuanglan patted Lao Qin on the shoulder. "Especially that kid Haozi, he's so slippery! Lao Qin is currently stuck at the peak of the first tier, it's good for him to get some fresh air, maybe he'll break through when he gets back!"

Fang Qingyu looked at the familiar faces in front of him.

A warm feeling flowed through my heart.

Everyone around me is getting stronger.

There's an indescribable sense of comfort in this feeling.

"Let's go." Fang Qingyu's smile faded, and he regained his composure. "Today is the second day of the elimination rounds. It should get interesting."

……

Day 2 of the knockout stage, Central Arena.

On the giant light screen, at the top of the leaderboard, those two shining names still appeared: Thor and Whitefire!
When Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stepped onto their respective competition stages, the audience erupted in a deafening roar once again.

However, this time, the situation is different.

Fang Qingyu's opponent.

They were already standing on the ring.

The man was shrouded in a wide black robe, his face covered by a pale mask devoid of any features. His aura was cold and heavy, like a ghost crawling out of a grave.

He stood there quietly, unresponsive to the enthusiastic shouts of "Thor" from the audience.

Unlike their previous opponents, they did not concede defeat outright.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly beneath the mask.

interesting.

In an inconspicuous corner of the audience.

A woman dressed in an elegant long dress, with a gentle and refined demeanor like a lady from a noble family, sat there quietly.

Her gaze, like the most precise lens, was firmly fixed on Fang Qingyu on the ring.

Seeing the masked man in black robes launch a fierce attack, a smile of amusement and anticipation curved her lips.

She slowly raised her hand, bringing a small phone close to her lips, her voice as soft as a lover's whisper:

"President, now you can appreciate this embryo."

The referee's announcement of the start of the match was still echoing in the air.

A blinding golden divine lightning suddenly erupted from Fang Qingyu's body.

boom--! ! !
The violent electric current coiled and rose like an angry dragon.

In an instant, he was transformed into a thunder god descending to the mortal realm.

Golden arcs of electricity crackled and hissed across his body, radiating a destructive pressure.

A deafening roar erupted from the stands:

"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

"They're here! They're finally going to make their move!"

"Kill him instantly!!"

However, in stark contrast to the boisterous audience was the black-robed, masked man standing silently at the other end of the ring.

Faced with the magnificent divine might that would terrify even an ordinary third-tier Martial Saint.

The man in black robes was like a clay or wooden sculpture, his pale, faceless mask facing Fang Qingyu's direction. He showed no fluctuation of aura and no intention of retreating.

The wide black robe remained motionless, as if the raging thunder was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils locked onto his opponent instantly, illuminated by the lightning.

The instant his eyes met theirs
The man in black robes moved.

The figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, a chilling killing intent, like a leech clinging to a bone, erupted from Fang Qingyu's left rib.

A short, strangely shaped, jet-black knife pierced straight at Fang Qingyu's vital heart.

Where the blade passed.

The air was compressed to the extreme.

It emits a sharp, teeth-grinding screech.

Fang Qingyu had already made preparations when he saw the other party's title and learned that the other party was a Martial Saint.

The five fingers of his left hand were spread out, swirling with golden thunder.

It caught the incoming blade with perfect precision.

Zila——! ! !
A piercing metallic scraping sound.

Fang Qingyu's hand, which covered the Divine Sky, firmly gripped the blade of the black dagger.

The raging golden lightning instantly found an outlet, spreading wildly upwards along the blade!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Blinding golden lightning instantly crawled all over the black-robed man's right arm holding the knife, and then, like greedy vines, quickly covered his entire upper body.

Golden lightning crackled and leaped across his wide black robe.

It emitted a chilling bang, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning flesh.

Logically speaking, even a Martial Saint at the peak of the third rank...

Being directly struck by such violent divine lightning would inevitably cause instant paralysis and stiffness, or even severe injury that would render one unable to fight.

However.
The black-robed man's body, covered by the golden lightning net, trembled only very slightly, so slightly as to be almost imperceptible.

There were no screams, no convulsions.

There wasn't even the slightest delay caused by the intense pain or numbness.

His pale mask remained fixed on Fang Qingyu.

It was as if the divine thunder was nothing more than a harmless static electricity.

Just as Fang Qingyu was stunned for a moment.

The man in black robes did something that made all the spectators gasp.

He completely ignored his right arm and the short knife that were tightly restrained by Fang Qingyu, and he also completely ignored the Divine Thunder that was engulfing his entire body and continuing to rage.

Left fist!

Covered in a protective aura of blood and qi that had been condensed to the extreme and had a dark hue, carrying a terrifying power capable of splitting stone tablets, it blasted towards Fang Qingyu's temple without any fancy moves.

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a muffled boom.

This is a fighting style that involves trading injury for injury, or even risking one's life for another.

Even more strangely, he seemed completely oblivious to the pain of being struck by lightning.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly.

"Something's wrong!"

The paralyzing and destructive effects of the Divine Firmament Thunder are powers at the level of authority, and cannot be completely exempted by physical strength alone.

Unless the other party is a fourth-order being, it is impossible for them to remain so indifferent.

In a flash, Fang Qingyu chose the safest strategy.

Instead of taking the strange punch head-on, he twisted his waist sharply and tilted his neck back at an extremely tricky angle, narrowly avoiding the terrifying force of the punch that grazed his temple.

at the same time--

Boom! ! !

A blinding golden thunderstorm exploded beneath our feet.

The violent impact, combined with the extreme speed of Shenxiao, instantly transformed Fang Qingyu's figure into a golden bolt of lightning that tore through the air, sending him flying backward dozens of meters.

It landed steadily on the other end of the ring.

They maintained a sufficient distance from the man in black robes.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, from blocking and dodging punches to retreating, all done in one smooth motion.

"hiss--!!!"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience, followed by an even more fervent wave of discussion.

"It blocked it?! That guy took Thor's lightning head-on?!"

"My God! He's alright?! He can even fight back?!"

"What kind of monstrous body is that?! Even Shenxiao couldn't paralyze it?!"

"Did you see that? Thor stepped back on his own! For the first time!!"

"This is going to be exciting! This is a real battle of titans!!"

"Who is the man in black?! Which faction does he belong to?!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ring, their hearts pounding in their throats.

No one expected that on the second day of the elimination rounds, a formidable opponent would emerge who could withstand Thor's thunderous power head-on without falling.

The black-robed man was eerie and powerful.

It instantly ignited the long-suppressed anticipation of the entire audience.

On the ring, the air seemed to freeze.

Fang Qingyu narrowed his golden vertical pupils slightly, scrutinizing the black-robed figure who was still entangled by golden lightning snakes but seemed unaffected from a distance of dozens of meters.

The divine lightning was still raging on his body, crackling and popping. His black robe was charred and torn in many places, revealing the limbs underneath, which were also charred, yet still moving steadily.

But beneath that pale mask...

There was still no sign of pain or wavering.

The man in black robes slowly raised his left hand, which was burned by lightning, and gently brushed it across his right arm, which was still crackling with electricity.

This movement has an inhuman stiffness.

He did not immediately pursue, but instead, like a ferocious beast assessing its prey, he began to slowly and steadily pace around the ring.

The pale mask remained fixed on Fang Qingyu's direction.
Fang Qingyu frowned, his doubts growing heavier.

Ignoring the paralyzing effect of Shenxiao, superhuman endurance, or rather, being completely unaffected?

stiff yet precise movements
All signs point to a very familiar, and repulsive answer.

Fang Qingyu stared at the black-robed figure who was slowly pacing around like a puppet on strings.

He said softly, expressionless:

"He Manhe?"

(End of this chapter)