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Chapter 336 The Twelve Heavenly Kings' Betting Agreement!

City Lord Da Lei
This is a reminder to all participants, especially the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

Is the competition more complex than I imagined?

Or are we filtering something?
A direct confrontation with a fourth-order opponent is indeed tricky.

This means that the opponent has reached a terrifying level that surpasses the ordinary third-tier limit, at least in terms of defensive power or burst damage.

However, it is merely a tricky situation.

Being able to withstand a direct confrontation does not mean invincibility, much less immortality.

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Okay, I understand, I'll be careful."

The crowd quickly merged into the surging tide.

Enter the central arena through the entrance passage, which resembles the gaping maw of an ancient behemoth.

The deafening cheers instantly engulfed everyone, and the air seemed to be boiling.

Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Wu Feng, and Zhou Zhen walked towards the athletes' rest area.
They parted ways with Chu Kuanglan and the others who were heading to the audience seats.

As the second of the Twelve Heavenly Kings who are currently the most popular.

And the players who successfully made it into the top 256.

Their lounge wasn't crowded.

There were only about a dozen people in the lounge.

Push open the heavy door.

A spacious, bright, and fully equipped large lounge comes into view.

Inside, a dozen or so contestants who had successfully advanced to the top 256 were already seated. The atmosphere wasn't relaxed; they were either resting with their eyes closed or talking in hushed tones.

When Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked in, the lounge instantly became much quieter.

All eyes turned toward them, filled with awe.

Fang Qingyu casually found a corner to sit down, and Jiang Wei sat quietly beside him.

Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen sat down a little further away, trying not to attract attention.

However, this brief period of calm did not last long.

The door to the lounge was pushed open again.

A concentrated sense of oppression, like an invisible tide, instantly surged into the entire space.

All eyes.

Even those who were resting with their eyes closed were involuntarily drawn to it.

A figure stood at the doorway.

This person was nearly two meters tall, with an exceptionally large frame. His exposed neck and forearm muscles were layered and bulging like the gnarled roots of an old tree, and his skin had a bronze metallic sheen as if it had been tempered by tremendous force over the years.

He was wearing a simple black sleeveless outfit.

His face was covered by a dark gray metal mask without any patterns, revealing only his eyes. The gaze beneath the mask was as calm as a deep pool, yet contained an indescribable sense of power.

He was ranked alongside Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei as one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

Known for his absolute defense and terrifying power, Shi Hao was jokingly referred to by Lao Chu as the "Devil Muscle Man".

His very presence exuded a powerful aura.

What's even more surprising is...

The lounge was now occupied by two superstars, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

The three Heavenly Kings gathered together!
This is an extremely rare phenomenon in the Tier 3 competition area, which is scattered across dozens of lounges.

The atmosphere in the lounge instantly became oppressive and subtle.

Everyone unconsciously slowed their breathing.

Shi Hao's gaze swept across the lounge without pausing, finally settling precisely on Fang Qingyu in the corner.

He took a step and walked straight towards Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu calmly watched the other person approach with his molten gold vertical pupils, and slowly stood up from his seat.

The opponent's aura was very pure, following the path of a martial artist.

The title of "Martial Saint" is also clearly visible above his head.

Aside from its exceptionally heavy feel that surpasses others of its class, there are no other noticeable abnormalities at the moment.

Just as Shi Hao was about seven or eight steps away from Fang Qingyu, another group of people poured into the rest room. Judging from their clothes, they were all players from other rest rooms. They had excited and amused expressions on their faces, and their eyes were fixed on Shi Hao's back.

"Here he comes! Shi Hao really did come looking for us!"

"I knew it! He definitely wouldn't let any of the Twelve Heavenly Kings go!"

"Tsk tsk, Thor and White Flame are the last two!"

The influx and chatter of this group instantly shattered the silence in the lounge, drawing everyone's attention. Those already in the lounge were filled with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity.

"What's going on? What do you mean by the last two?"

One of the contestants couldn't help but ask.

Among the group that had just rushed in, someone immediately exclaimed excitedly, "A bet! Shi Hao is challenging all twelve Heavenly Kings to a bet! The bet is on who will win first place in this competition, and the stake is the pure crystals of the twelve Heavenly Kings!"

"what?!"

"A bet on Pure Crystal?!"

"Bet on who will be number one? Winner takes all?!"

The lounge erupted in chaos.

Exclamations came and went.

Pure crystals are a top-tier resource that even third-tier powerhouses covet.

Each of the top 256 contestants received 10 medals.

Then, in each round of the main competition, the number of stones increases by ten.

You can get 60 medals if you reach the quarterfinals.

Starting from the top 4, the number of medals increases by 20, reaching a total of 80.

The runner-up received 100 medals.

And the number of champions is as high as 150!
The twelve Heavenly Kings, even if some of them are defeated early.

However, once you enter the top 16 or even the top 32, the amount of pure crystals you accumulate will be quite considerable.

If the ultimate winner takes all.

The total amount of pure crystals collected will be astronomical.

Hundreds!
This resource is enough to drive any power mad.

"My God! Shi Hao has such a grand ambition! And such a huge appetite!"

"Is he genuinely confident he can get first place, or has he gone mad?!"

"The key question is, have all the other Heavenly Kings agreed? Will Thor and White Flame agree?"

"I haven't heard of anyone refusing; it seems they all agreed. Otherwise, Shi Hao wouldn't have come knocking on their door one by one!"

The surrounding chatter surged into my ears like a tidal wave.

Fang Qingyu instantly understood the purpose of Shi Hao's trip.

Shi Hao stopped three steps away from Fang Qingyu, his gaze calmly fixed on Fang Qingyu's face behind the mask, as if he was organizing his thoughts to speak.

However, before he could say anything...

Fang Qingyu nodded expressionlessly, his voice coming through the thunder pattern mask, clear and calm: "We both agree."

"what?!"

"He agreed?! He just agreed?!"

"Thor agreed! Whitefire tacitly agreed too!"

"Holy crap, all twelve Heavenly Kings are involved in this bet! Unprecedented!!"

An even louder roar erupted in the lounge.

Everyone was surprised by Fang Qingyu's decisive and almost casual attitude.

Shi Hao was clearly taken aback, obviously not expecting Fang Qingyu to agree so readily without even asking a question about the conditions.

His gaze shifted to Jiang Wei, who was standing next to Fang Qingyu.

Jiang Wei stood there quietly, wearing a pure white mask, her long, crimson hair hanging down. She made no comment, but her silent demeanor said it all.

Fang Qingyu's decision was her decision.

Shi Hao gave Fang Qingyu a deep look, remained silent for two seconds, and then nodded decisively.

Without any unnecessary words, he turned and left, his steps still steady.

It seemed certain that Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei would never renege on their promise.

No protocol is required.

As Shi Hao's tall figure disappeared through the door of the lounge, the remaining contestants erupted in cheers.

"It's done! The Twelve Heavenly Kings' Pure Crystal betting agreement is reached!!"

"This is going to be hilarious! Whoever gets eliminated first will be devastated!"

"Who can argue with that! Hundreds of pure crystals! Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!"

"I'm just praying that I won't run into any of the Twelve Heavenly Kings in the draw! Every win is a bonus!"

Fang Qingyu listened to the excited discussions around him.

He sat back down, closed his eyes to rest, as if he had only agreed to a trivial matter.

A bet on Pure Crystal?

Just what he wanted!

The champion's 150 pure crystals are certainly a generous prize, but for Fang Qingyu...

The goal is to push the Dragon Fist Grandmaster system from the mid-second stage to its peak.

The required resources far exceed those of other products of the same level.

The boost from 150 pure crystals is probably not enough to support him in reaching the peak of the second tier.

But what if it were hundreds of pure crystals gathered from twelve top experts?

This astronomical amount of resources is enough to save him from a long and arduous task.

Directly aiming for the peak of the second tier.

The next step will then be to find valuable materials for job change.

And then there's the thought of the job transfer application materials.

Fang Qingyu inexplicably recalled Old Man Hong's meaningful words before he left the Great Wall front: "The city lord of the City of Injustice has what you need."

He had always thought that Old Man Hong was referring to Chun Jing.

However, it seems that although pure crystals are precious, anyone who stays in the City of Injustice long enough will know about this unique resource.

Although rare, given Fang Qingyu's strength...
You can get whatever you fight for.

There was no need for Old Man Hong to specifically point out City Lord Da Lei.

Could it be that Old Man Hong was hinting at some kind of extremely rare or even unique special material?

After all, back in Songdu City.

The carcass of the juvenile snake that I killed was later sent to the capital.

If Old Man Hong knew anything about snakes.

Naturally, he knew what the snake was missing.

Old Man Hong has always been the kind of person who thinks ten steps ahead before taking a single step.

If it's just to compete for the Pure Crystal.

He would never have left those words so solemnly.

However, this thought only passed by for a moment.

His immediate priority is to win the competition and the huge sum of pure crystals that could significantly alter his cultivation progress.

As for the job change after reaching the peak of the second tier.

That's something for later.

Fang Qingyu calmed his mind and cleared his mind of distractions.

The divine power within his body flowed slowly as he adjusted his state, awaiting the start of the competition.

……

The round of 256 teams advanced to the round of 128.

The event commenced amidst great anticipation. The arena, originally divided into eight separate areas, was now merged into one.

The lottery results were quickly displayed on the screen.

The opponents that Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen were drawn have already been mentioned.

Zhou Zhen just happened to encounter an opponent whose abilities were his natural counter.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's opponents were still ordinary strongmen outside of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, posing no threat to them.

The match proceeded without any major incidents.

With the help of elemental advantage and a steady, methodical approach, Zhou Zhen successfully suppressed his opponent, wasting some time before finally forcing the chosen one out of the arena and advancing to the top 128.

Wu Feng, on the other hand, found himself in a tough battle.

His opponent's swordsmanship was indeed as fast as a ghost, and he was very experienced, constantly using his speed advantage to harass and wear down his opponent.

Wu Feng tried several times to use brute force to overcome skill, but his opponent narrowly avoided each attempt.

The battle lasted for nearly ten minutes. Wu Feng, relying on his deeper foundation and a brilliant prediction at a crucial moment, withstood his opponent's knife attack. Despite suffering an injury to his left shoulder, he finally seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful punch, imbued with the strength of his entire body, to his opponent's chest, severely injuring him and sending him flying. He narrowly secured the victory.

The match between Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

As everyone expected, there was no suspense whatsoever.

They were all easily won.

After the match, the four of them joined Chu Kuanglan and the others and walked out of the arena.

Chu Kuanglan immediately went to Wu Feng's side and looked at his bandaged left shoulder with concern: "Old Wu, are you alright? Is the injury serious?"

Wu Feng waved his hand and laughed, "It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious. It'll heal in a few days with proper blood circulation. My opponent was indeed skilled, but I still managed to take him down."

"That's good!" Chu Kuanglan breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something, a strange look appeared on his face, and he lowered his voice and said, "By the way, Lao Wu, you just told us today that that demon muscle man can fight against a fourth-tier opponent, and this guy immediately came to gamble with Qingzi and Sister Jiang on pure crystals! This efficiency, tsk tsk, is too fast, isn't it? Do you think he deliberately spread the word to scare away the other Heavenly Kings so they wouldn't dare to gamble with him?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu calmly replied, "It's also possible that he's afraid others will hear the news and hesitate to challenge him, so he needs to finalize the bet quickly and cut off their escape route."

"Huh?" Chu Kuanglan was taken aback, then slapped his thigh. "That's right! That makes sense! Shi Hao is cunning enough! Why did you agree to it, Qingzi? Didn't you know he could fight against a fourth-tier opponent head-on?"

His face showed confusion and a hint of worry.

Fang Qingyu stopped and looked at Chu Kuanglan. A faint smile seemed to curve at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask. He asked, "Even if he can fight against a fourth-tier opponent, I didn't say I definitely couldn't beat him, did I?"

These words were spoken casually, yet carried an undeniable confidence.

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan and the others twitched their lips slightly upon hearing this.

A chill inexplicably rose from my tailbone.

Chu Kuanglan swallowed hard, his voice weakening slightly, and asked tentatively with disbelief, "Qingzi? Don't tell us you already have fourth-tier combat power?"

It should be noted that Wei Banmeng, the strongest among them, is still trying to break through to the third tier, and has already been far surpassed by Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

If Fang Qingyu truly possesses fourth-tier combat power now...
The gap between them will be a hopeless chasm.

Fang Qingyu looked at his companions' tense eyes, chuckled and shook his head: "How could that be? No matter how strong Shi Hao is, he is still essentially a third-tier cultivator. What I mean is, he can only briefly contend with a fourth-tier cultivator, not that he will always possess the combat power of a fourth-tier cultivator."

"The situation changes rapidly in battle, and anything is possible."

Chu Kuanglan and the others breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although Fang Qingyu is still ridiculously powerful, he is still within the third tier.

They won't fall too far behind.

Just then, Jiang Wei, who had been walking quietly beside Fang Qingyu, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

Fang Qingyu looked down.

A hint of doubt and seriousness flickered in Jiang Wei's clear red eyes. She tilted her head up and said softly, "That person's aura is a bit off. Did you notice?"

She was referring to Shi Hao, of course.

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback.

When he saw Shi Hao today, the title of "Martial Saint" above the other's head was clearly visible.

Although the aura was as heavy as a mountain, no other abnormalities were detected.

So he shook his head: "What feels off to you?"

Jiang Wei frowned slightly, thinking hard, her long crimson hair fluttering gently in the breeze: "His aura... I feel like I've sensed something similar somewhere before. It's very faint, but the feeling is both familiar and repulsive. He's definitely not like a normal person. I can't explain it, but it just feels wrong."

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly.

Jiang Wei has extremely keen senses, and having lived through so many lives, she has seen more than they have ever tasted salt.

If she says something's wrong, then something must be wrong.

Moreover, considering this news, it's likely that Da Lei deliberately released it.

Guess
This muscular monster might be even more terrifying than you imagine.

However, now is not the time to delve into this.

Fang Qingyu reached out and habitually ruffled Jiang Wei's soft red hair, his voice gentle yet reassuring: "It's alright, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. That guy probably won't let you face him so soon."

The one he was referring to was naturally Da Lei, the lord of the City of Injustice.

Feeling the warmth emanating from above her head, Jiang Wei's doubts and seriousness subsided slightly, and she nodded obediently: "Mm."

……

Time flew by amidst the intense competition and training.

The list of 128 teams advancing to the round of 64 was quickly released.

Fang Qingyu and the other three checked their opponents again.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's opponents were still characters outside of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, whose strength was among the best of the ordinary third tier, but they still did not pose a real threat to them.

Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen, however, drew a tough draw this time.

Wu Feng's opponent is Chen Song, the master swordsman.

This person only lost two matches in the knockout stage, and both were strategic concesions made by the Twelve Heavenly Kings to conserve strength.

His swordsmanship is powerful and sweeping, with the force to split mountains and cleave peaks. He is recognized as a top-tier expert, second only to the Twelve Heavenly Kings, and his strength has definitely reached the peak of the late stage of the third rank!
Zhou Zhen's opponent was Liu Yiyi, the Thousand Illusion Hand, an extremely rare third-tier female martial arts master.

His movements were as elusive as a ghost, his palm techniques were unpredictable and difficult to discern as real or feint, and his attacks were cunning and ruthless.

They are particularly adept at winning against stronger opponents.

He possesses exceptional combat skills and is considered a top-tier expert in the first tier.

Facing such a formidable enemy.

Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen both showed solemn expressions, but they were not afraid; on the contrary, their fighting spirit was rising.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu simply said, "Just do your best, safety first."

……

the next day.

The competition to advance from the round of 128 to the round of 64 has officially begun.

Although today's draw did not result in a direct clash between the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

But the news of the Twelve Heavenly Kings' betting agreement with Pure Crystal spread like wildfire throughout the entire City of Injustice overnight!

Winner takes all!

A gamble involving hundreds of pure crystals!

This unprecedented event ignited the passion of all the spectators.

The stadium was packed with people, ticket prices were skyrocketing, and the atmosphere was several times more frenzied than on the day of the finals.

Countless people flocked to the arena, eager to witness every step of this historic competition and see which star would fall behind first and suffer heavy losses.

The competition remained intense.

Fang Qingyu's opponent was a peak third-tier Chosen One who wielded powerful lightning energy.

Unfortunately, this was no match for Fang Qingyu, the Thunder God who held the power of the Divine Firmament.

His thunder was as gentle as a sheep.

Fang Qingyu didn't even move his feet. He simply made a fist with one hand, drawing upon the power of the Divine Firmament of the Heavens, which transformed into an even thicker and more majestic golden lightning pillar, instantly shattering the thunderclouds his opponent had gathered.

He blasted him and his shield off the stage.

Absolute suppression, absolute victory.

Jiang Wei's opponent is a third-tier Martial Saint who cultivates a special visualization technique.

His entire body was shrouded in a dark green poisonous mist, and the force of his palm strikes carried a pungent, sweet-smelling odor.

However, any poison will only reach within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of Jiang Wei.

It was then burned and purified by the pure, blazing white flames, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

Jiang Wei simply pointed forward calmly.

A beam of pure white flame, as tangible as a physical object, pierced through the poisonous mist in an instant.

This caused his blood and qi to churn, his poisonous power backfired, and he was forced to admit defeat in a sorry state.

The battle between Wu Feng and Chen Song was extremely fierce.

Chen Song's swordplay was indeed incredibly fierce, with each strike accompanied by a deafening roar as it tore through the air.

Wu Feng used speed to fight speed and skill to overcome force, maximizing the advantages of his body movement and boxing techniques.

The two fought fiercely on the stage for nearly half an hour, their swords flashing and fists clashing, their energy colliding and roaring, making the audience's blood boil.

However, Wu Feng was ultimately defeated due to serious injuries.

Not surprisingly.

Zhou Zhen was slightly weaker than Wu Feng and also stopped at the top 128.

When the four walked out of the arena again.

Although Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen were both seriously injured, they did not show any regret on their faces.

They managed to reach the top 128.

This is a huge breakthrough for them.

……

Next comes the round of 64 to advance to the round of 32, and then the round of 32 to advance to the round of 16.

Perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement by the city lord's mansion, or perhaps it was pure luck.

The twelve Heavenly Kings perfectly avoided each other in the draw.

As if guided by invisible threads, each raced ahead on its own track, defeating its opponents one by one.

Fang Qingyu's three techniques for cutting thunder became increasingly refined.

Jiang Wei's pure white flames, regardless of the opponent's attribute, demonstrate absolute purification and annihilation power, crushing all opponents and never suffering a defeat.

Shi Hao's fighting style was extremely simple and brutal.

No matter whether the opponent is a martial saint or a chosen one, no matter how fierce and unpredictable the attack, he chooses to withstand it with his terrifying, seemingly indestructible body.

Then, with absolute power, he punched his opponent away and crushed him.

His defensive prowess became a nightmare for all his opponents.

The nickname he originally had, "the Stone Statue Maniac," has been changed by someone.

He became a somewhat comical, muscular monster.

of course.

The other Heavenly Kings also displayed their unique abilities, demonstrating their formidable strength.

The twelve Heavenly Kings, like twelve dazzling stars, shone brightly in the sky above the arena, firmly attracting everyone's attention.

The amount of pure crystals on their bodies is also constantly accumulating.

That bet, enough to drive anyone mad, was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, about to fall.

at last.

The exciting list of the top 16 has been released.

The real storm is coming.

The draw for the top 16 to the top 8 was slowly revealed on a giant screen amidst the tense anticipation of countless people.

When Chu Kuanglan saw the name of his opponent slowly appear after Fang Qingyu's name, he gasped sharply.

Wei Banmeng's usually cold eyes narrowed slightly.

Jiang Wei frowned instantly and got up to leave.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils calmly gazed at the light screen.

Opponent: Shadow

His first opponent at the level of the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

Appeared!
(End of this chapter)