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Chapter 334 If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?

Fang Qingyu's cold voice came through the thunder pattern mask.

With undisguised murderous intent.

However, the man in black robes opposite him ignored him.

The pale, faceless mask remained fixed on Fang Qingyu's direction.

There was no answer, no response.

Not even a ripple of breath appeared.

He simply paced slowly, enveloped in the thunder, like a precisely programmed killing machine, coldly assessing his target.

The last trace of doubt in Fang Qingyu's molten gold-filled vertical pupils completely vanished.

Instead, there was an endless killing intent.

Although the other party did not respond, this inhuman reaction and the posture of withstanding the divine thunder without feeling any pain clearly revealed the answer.

pretty close.

Since you're not going to speak...

Fang Qingyu's voice suddenly turned deep, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, "Then beat me until you talk!"

boom--! ! !
The words fell silent.

A golden thunderstorm, several meters in diameter, suddenly exploded beneath Fang Qingyu's feet.

The violent impact, combined with the ultimate thrust of the Divine Firmament, instantly transformed him into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the sky, soaring into the heavens.

It moved so fast that it left a trail of afterimages torn apart by lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself beneath the dome of the arena's force field.

"Roar--!!!"

The audience erupted in a frenzied roar, like a landslide or a tsunami.

"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

“It’s flying!!”

"They're getting serious! Look!!"

Everyone was stunned by the sudden surge of power; their hearts pounded and their blood boiled.

So what if that mysterious man in black robes is eerie?

Thor is still Thor!

……

An inconspicuous corner of the audience seats.

He Manhe's fair fingers gently touched her delicate chin.

With clear eyes, she watched with great interest the figure on the arena, bathed in golden lightning, rising like a god.

A subtle, enigmatic smile curved her lips, as if admiring a meticulously crafted work of art.

"I went to great lengths to get you into the president's sights."

Her cherry lips parted slightly, her voice so soft that only she could hear it, carrying a hint of morbid satisfaction and anticipation, "Don't disappoint me."

……

"Hiss! Is that black-robed ghost even human? It took a hit from a Divine Firmament Thunder Pillar as thick as Qingzi's and it's like nothing happened?!"

Chu Kuanglan's large eyes widened as he stared intently at the black-robed figure pacing on the arena. His voice was filled with disbelief and a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

“Something’s not right.” Wei Banmeng’s cold brows furrowed. “He seems to have no pain response or physiological reaction what a living being should have. Enduring the paralysis of the Divine Firmament is something no normal third-tier Martial Saint could do.”

Lu Jiuyuan also calmly analyzed: "Unless it is some kind of special modified body, or a puppet completely controlled by energy or mind. The latter is more likely."

……

Above the arena.

Fang Qingyu hovered beneath the force field dome.

His body was enveloped in a violent and raging divine thunder!

The blinding golden lightning, like countless wildly dancing dragons, spread and expanded wildly in all directions from him.

Crackle! ...
Golden lightning instantly spread into the clouds above the entire arena.

The thick, dark clouds were violently torn apart and dispersed by this extremely powerful and masculine force.

Instead, there were surging, roaring thunderclouds composed of pure divine thunder.

Lightning bolts danced wildly in the clouds, and thunder roared deafeningly.

It was as if the sky itself had been set ablaze!

A vast and powerful pressure suddenly descended upon the entire arena!
"Everyday!!"

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

"I feel like I can't breathe!!"

Countless people in the audience turned pale.

Trembling under this awe-inspiring divine power, their eyes were filled with utmost reverence and fear.

On the other side of the ring.

The black-robed man paced back and forth like a lifeless object.

It seemed to have finally sensed the destructive energy gathering in the sky that was enough to threaten "its" existence.

The pale mask suddenly lifted, locking onto Fang Qingyu high in the sky.

The next moment!
boom!
A dark, condensed aura burst forth from beneath the black robe.

His figure shot out like an arrow, his feet shattering the hard alloy arena beneath his feet, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound as he soared into the sky.

The target was Fang Qingyu, who was triggering the heavenly lightning.

The speed was equally astonishing.

"Trying to interrupt? Too late!"

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils coldly looked down at the black shadow rushing towards the sky.

A cold, sharp smile curved at the corner of his lips.

His raised right arm, like a scepter commanding thunder, suddenly swung down.

Boom——!!!!!!

The accumulated thunderclouds of Shenxiao, having reached their peak, instantly found an outlet.

A waterfall with a diameter of over ten meters, composed entirely of destructive golden divine lightning!

Do not!
It's the Milky Way flowing backwards!
With the majestic power to judge all things, it poured down with overwhelming force at a speed beyond the limits of visual perception.

The target was the black-robed figure soaring into the sky.

The blinding golden light instantly engulfed everyone's vision.

The entire central arena seemed to be bathed in pure gold.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes in the audience could only see the golden waterfall that stretched from heaven to earth, and the figure at the top of the waterfall that looked like a thunder god descending to earth.

As for the black-robed man who was instantly swallowed up by the lightning waterfall.
Faced with such a raging torrent of divine power, not even a trace of struggle was revealed.

Like a tiny drop of water, it was instantly submerged by the Divine Firmament.

boom--! ! ! !

The deafening, terrifying explosion finally rang out like a belated death knell!
The violent shockwave, mixed with scorching lightning, crashed heavily against the massive force field shield, emitting a humming sound and violent ripples as it struggled under the strain!

The entire arena space was completely engulfed by dazzling golden light.

……

A corner of the audience seats.

The playful smile on He Manhe's face froze instantly.

For the first time, a clear look of astonishment flashed across her clear eyes!
The astonishment quickly turned into a chilling coldness, like the polar ice spreading in her eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her eyelids, and her rosy lips pressed into a cold, straight line.

When I opened my eyes again, all my emotions had settled down.

All that remained was unfathomable darkness and a hint of murderous intent that had been provoked.

She didn't glance at the arena swallowed by golden light again, gracefully stood up, and like a ghost blending into the shadows, silently left the noisy and bustling audience.

……

"it's over?"

"Killed in seconds?!"

"My God! What kind of move is that?! Is Thor descending to earth?!"

"Where's the man in black?! Was he blasted to smithereens?!"

After a brief silence, an even more frenzied roar erupted.

Everyone was utterly shocked by this devastating attack.

What was initially thought to be a fierce battle turned into a crushing defeat once Thor got serious.

That mysterious and eerie man in black robes was no match for absolute power; he was as vulnerable as a clay chicken or a clay dog.

However, those in the audience couldn't tell.

The referee, however, delivered the verdict immediately.

"The victor! Thor!"

boom--! ! !
The cheers completely drowned out the entire arena!
"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

On the arena, the dazzling golden light slowly dissipated.

The billowing smoke and scorching lightning continued to churn within the force field.

In the center of the massive alloy arena, a terrifying, charred crater, over twenty meters in diameter and several meters deep, appeared.

The bottom of the pit radiated an intense heat, with wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

The edge of the huge pit.

Fang Qingyu stood quietly.

The divine lightning on his body slowly subsided, and his molten gold vertical pupils coldly stared at the bottom of the pit.

Center of the pit bottom.

The large black robe had long since turned to ashes and vanished without a trace under the extreme heat and destructive energy of the Divine Firmament Thunderfall.

What was revealed was a charred, curled-up human figure.

It was vaguely recognizable as a woman.

Her body was covered with terrible burns and carbonization marks; her hair had long been burned off, and her skin was charred and cracked, like a dead tree that had been burned by a raging fire.

However, just as the referee announced the result and the cheers from the audience reached their peak...
A sudden change occurred!

The charred body, which should have been completely lifeless, suddenly opened its eyes.

Those were eyes that were completely different from the ones before.

Lively, yet filled with resentment.

The charred arm rose with a speed completely disproportionate to its injuries.

puff!

In the blink of an eye, the blood-stained fingers precisely grasped the tip of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity blade in Fang Qingyu's hand.

The incredibly sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through the charred flesh of the finger.

Fresh blood trickled down like a small snake.

But he managed to hold the blade firmly in place, preventing it from slitting his throat.

At the same time, on that charred and distorted face, almost unrecognizable, the corners of his mouth were pulled upwards with extreme difficulty, forming a chilling smile.

A hoarse, resentful female voice rang out:
"I told you, the next time we meet, I will kill you."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated the smoke and dust, reaching Fang Qingyu's ears.

Fang Qingyu's eyes, hidden behind the mask, remained unchanged, showing no surprise whatsoever, only a chilling killing intent that seemed to solidify.

He exerted force with both hands.

"I've been waiting for you for so long!!!"

Boom——! ! !
The two men's terrifying power erupted instantly between the blade tip and their palms.

Fang Qingyu's arm muscles bulged, and although the power of the Divine Firmament was not released outwards, it had already been poured into his entire body.

The solid, glassy ground beneath their feet suddenly shattered.

Despite the resistance of the puppet possessed by He Manhe, he forcefully pressed Long Que Zhan E down along with the charred arm that was tightly gripping the tip of the blade.

Under the impact of enormous forces.

The two figures crashed back down from the edge of the pit like meteors to the bottom.

Another earth-shattering roar.

Thicker smoke and dust, mixed with gravel and scorching heat, shot into the sky.

The entire giant crater was completely submerged.

The cheers from the audience came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

"what happened?!"

"She's not dead?! That woman is still alive?!"

"She caught Thor's sword?!"

"Oh my god! She spoke! What did she say?!"

"What happened?! What's going on in the pit?!"

Exclamations, bewilderment, and incredulous screams instantly replaced the cheers, plunging the entire arena into chaotic clamor!

At the bottom of the massive, smoke-filled crater, Fang Qingyu's Dragon Sparrow Slash was only an inch away from the throat of the puppet possessed by He Manhe.

His charred arm gripped the blade tightly, dripping with blood, and his knuckles groaned softly under the terrifying force.

He Manhe's resentful eyes were fixed on Fang Qingyu's golden pupils beneath his mask.

"You've become stronger."

His hoarse voice carried a hint of resentment and disbelief.

She was referring to...
It wasn't Fang Qingyu's ability as a Divine Firmament Envoy.

Instead, he was a Dragon Fist Master whose strength had just surged.

Fang Qingyu did not answer, but instead increased his pressure again.

Click!

A piercing sound of bones cracking rang out.

The charred finger bones on his arm could no longer withstand the terrifying power of a Dragon Fist Grandmaster at its peak and snapped instantly.

Pfft——!
The cold blade of the Dragon Sparrow Slashed Calamity was no longer an obstacle.

It pierced the charred puppet's throat in an instant.

The blade tip emerged from the back of the neck and was deeply embedded in the glassy ground below.

The resentment and anger in the eyes of the puppet possessed by He Manhe froze for a moment, then quickly dimmed, like a candle flame going out.

The forcibly condensed vitality and consciousness receded like the tide.

The charred body went completely limp and fell silent.

The smoke and dust slowly settled.

When the scene within the force field becomes clear again.

The audience only saw
In the center of a huge, charred, deep crater.

The only one standing was the figure covered by a lightning-patterned mask, holding a long, blood-dripping knife.

Beneath his feet lay the charred, curled-up female body with a pierced throat, lying quietly at the bottom of the vitrified pit.

Dead silence.

The referee took a deep breath and announced loudly again:
"The victor is Thor!!!"

After a brief moment of dead silence.

It was an even more overwhelming, frenzied cheer that nearly lifted the dome of the arena.

"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

"I knew it! No matter how evil that thing is, it can't withstand Thor getting serious."

The supporters were so excited they were flushed.

He waved his arms wildly and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Those who had previously harbored doubts, believing that the man in black robes could cause trouble for Thor, now felt their faces burning with embarrassment.

In the face of absolute power, all strangeness appears pale and laughable.

Fang Qingyu slowly drew the Dragon Sparrow Slash.

The blood on the blade evaporated rapidly at the bottom of the scorching pit, making a soft sizzling sound.

He didn't even glance at the puppet at his feet that had completely lost its value.

He turned around and calmly walked towards the exit of the ring.

The players' rest area.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

When Fang Qingyu pushed open the door and entered, the previously noisy rest area instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused on him.

It was filled with awe.

No one spoke; even their breathing was deliberately softened.

The earth-shattering lightning waterfall on the arena and the breathtaking finishing blow at the bottom of the pit are deeply etched in everyone's minds.

This man is wearing a mask with a lightning pattern.

Its power far exceeded their imagination.

Fang Qingyu didn't care about this at all. He walked straight to an empty chair, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, the door to the lounge was pushed open again.

Jiang Wei, wearing a pure white mask, walked in.

Her breathing was steady, and her white robe was spotless, indicating that her match had ended just as easily and quickly.

She ignored the stares of those around her and walked straight to Fang Qingyu's side.

The two then walked out of the lounge.

As the two left, the suffocating oppressive atmosphere in the lounge seemed to dissipate somewhat, and everyone's tense nerves relaxed a little. Whispers resumed, but everyone kept their voices very low, afraid of disturbing the two in the corner.

In another corner of the lounge.

Two men in combat uniforms huddled together.

One of the men, of medium build, with a sharp face and hawk-like eyes, stared intently at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei as they left the lounge. His face was filled with barely suppressed excitement and anticipation, and his body was even trembling slightly.

"Old Wu, what's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?" A slightly chubby, kind-looking companion next to him nudged him with his elbow and joked in a low voice, "What, you know Thor?"

This was originally intended as a joke to lighten the mood.

Unexpectedly, the burly man called "Old Wu" suddenly turned around, grabbed his companion's arm with such force that the other man winced. His eyes gleamed, and his voice trembled with excitement:
"Old Zhou! I...I think I actually know him!!!"

"What?!" The kind-looking man called Old Zhou was instantly stunned, his eyes widening, and he instinctively wanted to exclaim.

"Sh-!!!"

Old Wu reacted extremely quickly, covering Old Zhou's mouth with his other hand in a flash. His eyes sharply scanned the surroundings, making sure no one was paying attention to their little commotion, before he said in a breathy, urgent voice, "Don't shout! Let's talk outside!"

The two suppressed the turmoil in their hearts.

He stood up casually and, like the other contestants who had finished their matches, slowly walked out of the noisy lounge with the flow of people.

Until they were far away from the main arena building.

We arrived at a relatively quiet green belt on the outskirts.

Old Zhou flung Old Wu's hand away, his face filled with surprise and disbelief. He lowered his voice and asked urgently, "Old Wu! Are you fucking crazy?! You really know Thor?! You know who he is?!"

Old Wu took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his excited emotions, but his eyes still shone with an astonishing light. He cautiously glanced around again, making sure no one was there, before leaning close to Old Zhou's ear and speaking in a very low voice, word by word:

"I think I know who Thor is now."

"Who?!" Old Zhou's heart jumped into his throat.

"Fang Qingyu!" Old Wu uttered three words with absolute certainty, "The genius who disappeared on the Arctic front, Fang Qingyu!"

"Fang Fang Qingyu?!" Upon hearing this name, Old Zhou subconsciously shook his head: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a pride of the Federation like him come to our City of Injustice to fight in the arena? And he's even wearing a mask to hide his identity?"

Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, Old Wu rolled his eyes in annoyance, then his expression became extremely serious and excited again. "Old Zhou, I'm asking you, have you been looking at any outside forums lately? Not the Injustice City's intranet, but the Federation's network!"

"The Federation's network?" Old Zhou was taken aback, then frowned. "Just checking it occasionally, what's wrong with that? Isn't it all just everyday gossip and celebrity news over there? What does it have to do with us?"

"You're wrong!" Old Wu grabbed Old Zhou's shoulder tightly, his eyes sharp as knives. "It's not those! It's the real news circulating in the superhuman circle! Haven't you noticed that recently, more and more people on the Federation forum are talking about the end of the world?"

"The end of the world?" Old Zhou scoffed, thinking Old Wu was being a bit superstitious. "Pshaw! Isn't that just something ordinary people talk about when they're bored, or the old tricks of those charlatans? Mayan prophecies, alien invasions—they just rehash the same old stuff every few years. You actually believe that?"

"No! It's not the kind of vague doomsday prophecy that people in ordinary circles talk about!" Old Wu suddenly interrupted him. "It refers to the Death Ghosts. They may really be coming. It's not just minor spatial fluctuations; it's a full-scale invasion."

Old Zhou's nonchalant expression froze instantly, and he instinctively wanted to retort, "Impossible. For so many years, although the Fate Ghost is troublesome, it has always been suppressed."

“This time it’s for real!” Old Wu interrupted him decisively, his eyes filled with an undeniable gravity. “It’s all over our supernatural circle! The source is very reliable! It’s just that the news is being suppressed by the higher-ups and hasn’t fully spread to the ordinary people yet.”

Old Zhou was stunned by the sudden news. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat dry. "What does this have to do with Fang Qingyu and Thor? What are you so excited about?" He still couldn't fully process this unexpected information.

"A great era is coming, and heaven and earth will be overturned!"

Old Wu's eyes turned fanatical and resolute. He shook Old Zhou's shoulder forcefully. "Old Zhou, do you think we third-tier Martial Saints can remain unscathed? Do you think hiding in the City of Injustice, this so-called lawless land, can keep us from this catastrophe that is sweeping across the entire human race?!"

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

“Impossible.” Old Wu answered himself, his tone resolute. “If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach? No matter how special the City of Injustice may be, it is still built in this world. Once the army of the Fate Demons truly descends in full force, this place will eventually become a purgatory.”

He took a deep breath: "A great era is coming, and chaos is about to begin, but as long as humanity survives, someone will surely stand up."

"Twenty or thirty years ago, I thought that person would be Chen Wudi. I was even prepared to go and seek refuge with him. But Chen Wudi suddenly disappeared and has not been heard from since!"

"On the Arctic front, Fang Qingyu emerged out of nowhere! He swept across the ice plains with invincible power. I saw hope at that time and wanted to go find him, but he also suddenly disappeared."

"Old Zhou." He suddenly grabbed his companion's arm, the force so strong that it hurt Old Zhou. "Fang Qingyu is right here."

"Brother," Old Wu stared intently into Old Zhou's eyes, "Want to come along?!"

Old Zhou was completely stunned by this series of messages and the almost insane determination in his companion's eyes.

Too much information.

It's hard to digest all at once.

"Wait, wait for me! Bro!!"

Just then, Old Wu turned around and was about to stride away.

Old Zhou finally recovered from the huge shock and instinctively shouted out, then quickly chased after him.

……

Downtown hotel, penthouse suite living room.

Chu Kuanglan sank into the soft leather sofa, grabbed the kettle on the coffee table, and without even using a cup, gulped down several large mouthfuls directly from the spout. He then wiped his mouth contentedly, a hint of boredom in his large, round eyes.
"Phew! This is so boring! This Tier 3 match is even less interesting than Tier 2! You two just go up there and instantly kill your opponents. They either surrender or get instantly killed. There's no suspense at all! I'm almost falling asleep watching it!"

Wei Banmeng sat elegantly on the single sofa, and glanced at him with annoyance upon hearing this: "Do you think everyone is like you, enjoying head-on clashes until they vomit blood? Isn't it better to advance easily?"

Lu Jiuyuan calmly said, "Efficiency is paramount. Conserving energy and observing potential opponents in the early stages is the right strategy."

Su Wanqing sat quietly to the side.

She looked at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei with gentle eyes.

Fang Qingyu had just taken off his thunder-patterned mask and casually placed it on the coffee table. Upon hearing this, he simply smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Wei also removed her pure white mask, revealing her aloof and stunningly beautiful face. Her long, crimson hair flowed like flames as she sat quietly beside Fang Qingyu.

at this time.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

A clear and steady knock sounded on the door.

The relaxed atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

The languid look on Chu Kuanglan's face vanished instantly, and he looked towards the door.

Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, and Su Wanqing also became alert at the same time.

Who would knock on the door at this time?
Hotel services? Unlikely.

People from other factions?

After Thor and White Flame displayed such terrifying power, they still dared to come knocking on our door.
They're either idiots or...
Fang Qingyu remained calm and nodded slightly to Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei got up, silently walked to the door, and glanced out through the peephole.

There were two people standing outside the door.

Their auras were calm and restrained, clearly indicating they were all third-tier Martial Saints.

One of them had a sharp, wiry face and piercing eyes like a hawk, and his aura was at the late stage of the third rank.

The other one had a kind face and a slightly weaker aura, but was still a solid mid-stage third-tier cultivator.

Jiang Wei looked at Fang Qingyu with her clear red eyes and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Fang Qingyu stood up, walked to the door, and opened it himself.

Outside.

Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen saw Fang Qingyu open the door.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the several gazes cast from the living room behind him.

Wu Feng, who was in the lead, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excitement and a trace of nervousness in his heart. He stepped forward, solemnly clasped his hands in a salute to Fang Qingyu, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice, carrying the straightforwardness unique to martial artists:

"Lord Thor, I apologize for disturbing you! I am Wu Feng, a late-stage Martial Saint of the third rank."

He turned to the side and gestured to his companion, "This is my brother, Zhou Zhen, a mid-stage third-tier Martial Saint."

He paused, his gaze both frank and intensely intense, looking directly into Fang Qingyu's eyes, and said bluntly:

"My brother and I have come here to ask a question."

Wu Feng's voice was clear and firm, echoing in the corridor:

"May we join your ranks, sir?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and the others in the living room all showed expressions of surprise.

Did they come to seek refuge on their own initiative?
Or are there two third-tier Martial Saints?

After witnessing Aoko's ruthless methods?

That shows considerable courage and determination.

Fang Qingyu looked at Wu Feng, whose eyes were open and honest, and Zhou Zhen, who was nervous but had a similarly firm look in his eyes.

His expression was somewhat strange.
Why would anyone willingly come to them for help?

Now everyone in the industry knows that they just wiped out a group of Lingxiao Society members.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu did not answer immediately.

Seeing this, Wu Feng leaned forward slightly and added three words in a very low voice that only the few people at the door could hear:

"Captain Fang."

These three words are like pebbles thrown into a calm lake.

Fang Qingyu's expression changed instantly.

It seems they know who they are.

So he stepped aside and calmly said:
"Come in and talk."

(End of this chapter)