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Chapter 337 This is what happens when you're foul-mouthed!

However, the most urgent thing right now is...
We still need to bring Jiang Wei back first.

Fang Qingyu reached out and firmly grasped Jiang Wei's wrist, who had already stood up.

Get it cold.

But she seemed very angry.

"Don't worry."

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

Calm as a deep pool, soothing.

With a slight pull, Jiang Wei was pulled back to her seat.

Jiang Wei's body stiffened slightly, her red eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu's eyes beneath his mask, which were churning with a premeditated rage and a hint of confusion.

“Look at others.” Fang Qingyu lowered his voice helplessly and pointed to the huge light screen. “I’m not the only couple.”

Jiang Wei looked in the direction he was pointing.

On the giant light screen, the top 16 contestants were divided into 8 groups.

Excluding the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

There were also four random "passersby".

Although these passersby are quite famous, they are still somewhat inferior to the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

The round of 16 matches will be arranged so that the four passersby are completely separated.

That is, the allocation of the four games before today.

It's a battle between four Heavenly Kings and four ordinary people.

And the next four games.

It's a duel between two Heavenly Kings.

Fang Qingyu's match was the eighth and final one.

Jiang Wei's opponent in the third match was one of the four random passersby.

Jiang Wei's gaze swept quickly across the light screen, confirming that what Fang Qingyu said was true and that Da Lei was not deliberately targeting him alone.

The small, tense body slowly relaxed and sat up again.

But deep within her crimson eyes, her dissatisfaction with Da Lei's arrangements had not completely dissipated.

After all, there are four spots available for players to battle against random people.
However, Fang Qingyu didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, we'll have to fight sooner or later.

It's the same whether the other person whispers it or not.

Moreover, there were only 16 people left to begin with, so even if they were randomly assigned to this group, the probability of it being like this is still very high.

……

The battle for the round of 16 is attracting worldwide attention.

The first four games.

Unsurprisingly, it became a stage for the superstars to showcase their strength.

In the first match, Mo Li moved like smoke, leaving behind afterimages on the arena that lingered and never dissipated.

His opponent was a peak third-tier martial saint renowned for his defense.

Despite possessing abundant vital energy and a strong protective aura, he couldn't even touch the hem of Mo Li's clothes.

It lasted less than three minutes before its energy and blood were shattered by the unpredictable attacks.

He was struck in the chest with a palm, coughing up blood as he flew out.

"The victor shall not leave!"

The referee announced loudly.

The second match, King Kong.

Man as his name suggests.

He stood there, as if a real Vajra statue had taken root in the earth.

The opponent's raging frost storm and sharp wind blades that tore through the air bombarded his skin, which shimmered with a pale golden luster, leaving only faint white marks without even causing a tremor.

He took a step forward, the ground rumbled, and with a simple, unadorned punch, the air was compressed into a tangible cannonball, directly blasting his opponent and shield away.

Absolutely overwhelming power!
"The victor is Vajra!"

In the third round, it was Jiang Wei's turn.

Her opponent was a third-tier cultist with a chilling aura.

They are skilled at summoning highly corrosive, poisonous swamps and controlling vengeful spirits.

However, when the dark green poisonous mist, strong enough to corrode metal, surged toward Jiang Wei, it seemed to encounter an invisible chasm three zhang away from her.

call--!
The pure white flames, pure to the extreme, rose silently, like the most devout purifying holy flames.

When the poisonous mist touched the white flame, it emitted a piercing "sizzling" sound.

It was instantly burned and purified, turning into wisps of harmless blue smoke and dissipating.

Those menacing, vengeful phantoms were like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, completely annihilated before they could even let out a scream.

Jiang Wei didn't even move a step.

He simply raised his right hand calmly.

He pointed at the pale-faced cultist in the distance.

laugh!
A beam of white flame, condensed to the point of being tangible, instantly traversed space.

The vengeful spirit shield hastily assembled by the cultists was pierced as easily as paper.

An intensely hot aura assaulted my senses.

The hair on his forehead was instantly singed, and the scent of death was clearly audible!
"I surrender!"

The believers were terrified, screaming and their voices became distorted.

The beam of white flame vanished silently just inches from his brow.

Jiang Wei withdrew her finger, her expression unchanged.

"The victor is White Fire!"

The fourth match was also largely predictable, with Blood Prison Blade, one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, taking the victory.

Four crushing victories, clean and decisive.

The might of the Heavenly King was fully revealed.

The audience's enthusiasm was completely ignited, but everyone knew that the real feast was about to begin with the showdown between the kings of the court!

Game 5.

Shi Hao VS Shattering Star Hand.

When the referee called out the two names.

The atmosphere in the entire arena was instantly pushed to another peak. The thunderous shouts almost lifted the dome.

"Shi Hao! Shi Hao! The Demon Muscle Man!"

"Lin Poyue! Take him down! Let him know what it means to shatter a star!"

Lin Poyue was the first to step into the arena.

He had a well-proportioned and upright figure, and his face was covered with a silver mask depicting a pattern of broken stars.

His exposed eyes were full of confidence.

He flexed his wrists, his posture relaxed.

His gaze swept over Shi Hao, who was walking steadily towards him.

A smug, undisguised smile curved his lips.

Shi Hao was still wearing that simple black sleeveless outfit, with a dark gray metal mask covering his face, and his steps were as steady as a mountain.

Each step landed with a heavy weight, as if the arena itself was trembling slightly.

He walked to the center of the ring and stood still.

He looked calmly at Lin Poyue, without making any unnecessary movements.

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

Neither of them rushed to make a move.

Seeing this, Lin Poyue remained unperturbed. His voice, coming through the mask, carried a smile and a condescending tone:

"Shi Hao? Heh, I should thank you." He slightly raised his chin, his tone relaxed. "You've helped me organize this pure crystal gambling game. It saved me a lot of trouble. Once I get those few hundred pure crystals, I can use them to break through to the fourth tier in one fell swoop."

He paused, his smile widening, carrying a condescending tone, "Don't worry, considering your contribution, I, Lin Poyue, will surely repay you handsomely. I will definitely come back to make it up to you then."

“Wow——!!!”

These words were like pouring a ladle of ice water into a boiling oil pan.

The entire arena erupted in chaos.

Arrogance! Utter arrogance.

Against the backdrop of the Twelve Heavenly Kings' Pure Crystal bet, on the arena watched by countless eyes.

Lin Poyue actually declared that Shi Hao was a meritorious person who did the work for him.

What's with this talk of compensation?!

This is no longer a provocation, but a blatant humiliation.

He treated Shi Hao as if he didn't exist.

The audience erupted in a cacophony of gasps, curses, and jeers, creating a deafening roar.

"Holy crap! Lin Poyue has gone mad?!"

"That's incredibly arrogant! Who does he think he is?!"

"This is going to be good! Can Shi Hao really hold back?!"

The atmosphere in the players' lounge also froze instantly.

Apart from Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, who remained unmoved, the other members of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, who had not yet fought or had already advanced, all showed expressions of astonishment or anticipation.

Lin Poyue, the Shattering Star Hand, was usually arrogant, but he had never lost his composure like this before.

These outrageous remarks I made today...

He was practically putting himself in opposition to all the Heavenly Kings, especially Shi Hao.

In the arena.

Faced with this earth-shattering humiliation.

Shi Hao's reaction surprised everyone.

He did not fly into a rage, nor did he retaliate, and his breath did not even falter in the slightest.

He tilted his head slightly, as if to confirm that he hadn't misheard.

The dark gray metal mask turned towards Lin Poyue, its calm gaze falling on him through its eye sockets.

Then, a voice so flat it was almost devoid of emotion clearly pierced through the noise of the entire venue, resounding in everyone's ears:

"Kneel down now, kowtow and admit defeat. I might spare your life."

Dead silence.

Absolute silence instantly enveloped the once deafening arena.

If Lin Poyue's arrogant words were a spark that ignited an oil drum, then Shi Hao's extremely calm response was like a cold wind blowing from the polar regions, instantly freezing all sound.

Kneel down? And I'll spare your life?!

This was no longer a tit-for-tat response, but a direct pronouncement of Lin Poyue's fate.

With an indifference and absolute confidence as if looking down on ants.

Lin Poyue's smile froze instantly, and his face under the mask flushed red at a visible speed, then turned ashen.

In those eyes, shame, anger, and murderous intent erupted like a volcano.

"court death!"

All words became superfluous.

Lin Poyue squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, and his blood and qi erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed to its limit.

Dark red qi and blood smoke shot into the sky.

It enveloped his entire body, radiating terrifying heat and pressure.

boom! boom!
Two extremely muffled sonic booms rang out almost simultaneously.

The arena beneath their feet instantly caved in and cracked.

Two figures rose abruptly from the ground like cannonballs breaking free from spatial constraints.

The target is clearly the other side!

Seize air superiority.

This is a common starting move in a duel between top martial arts masters.

Whoever controls the air has greater initiative!

Lin Poyue was in mid-air, his right arm muscles bulging and bulging, instantly swelling up a size.

The veins under the skin bulge and writhe like angry dragons.

The ultimate technique of Shattering Star Hand.

A falling star!

He spread his fingers wide, his palm seemingly holding a collapsed star, and terrifying power was condensed and compressed to the extreme, bringing with it a piercing shriek and visible twisting ripples, pressing down towards Shi Hao's chest.

This single palm strike was enough to pulverize a small mountain made of fine steel.

Shi Hao's response was so simple it was breathtaking.

Faced with that terrifying palm strike that could shatter stars and split mountains, he didn't even bother to parry.

He simply raised his right fist as well.

There was no dazzling aura or earth-shattering momentum.

That bronze fist seemed to be thrown out casually.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed to the extreme, forming a transparent fist energy that was condensed to the extreme. With a dull sound of wind breaking, it met Lin Poyue's terrifying "Starfall" palm strike in an unremarkable way!
Fists and palms meet.

Time seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second at that moment.

boom--! ! ! !

A terrifyingly loud explosion suddenly erupted.

It was like two high-speed mountains colliding violently. The blinding turbulence, like an out-of-control hurricane, instantly spread wildly in all directions in a ring from the point of impact.

The arena was lifted layer by layer, as fragile as tofu.

The violent shockwave slammed into the surrounding force field, causing the light screen to distort and ripple violently.

Click!
A series of sharp, cracking sounds, enough to make one's scalp tingle instantly, were particularly jarring amidst the aftershocks of the loud bang.

"puff--!"

Amidst the chaotic turbulence and dust.

A figure was struck head-on by a train traveling at full speed, crashing to the ground like a cannonball with a speed far exceeding its ascent, leaving a blinding cloud of blood mist.

It is Lin Poyue.

His right arm, the one that had used the "Starfall" technique, was now twisted at an extremely bizarre angle, with the forearm bone piercing through the muscle and skin, stark white and exposed to the air.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

The silver mask on his face was already mostly shattered.

Half of his face, contorted in agony and disbelief, was exposed, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Boom! ! !

Lin Poyue's body crashed onto the already unrecognizable arena like a meteorite.

It created another crater several meters in diameter.

Smoke, dust, and gravel mixed with blood and foam shot into the sky.

The moment he landed, another figure followed closely behind, tearing through the still-lingering turbulence and descending with a heavy, mountain-like pressure.

Shi Hao!

He landed steadily on the edge of the pit, his dark gray metal mask intact, and even his breathing remained normal.

He looked down calmly at Lin Poyue, who was limp at the bottom of the pit like a tattered sack, bleeding from his mouth and nose, his right arm completely ruined, his eyes filled with boundless fear and bewilderment.

Then, Shi Hao raised his right foot.

The movements are slow.

The foot, clad in an ordinary combat boot, resisted and stepped onto Lin Poyue's neck.

The cold soles of the boots pressed tightly against the fragile throat and trachea.

Lin Poyue's body stiffened instantly.

A choking "hoarse" sound came from his throat, and his only remaining left arm tried in vain to move the foot away, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Shi Hao leaned slightly forward, his calm, emotionless voice carrying clearly through the mask throughout the deathly silent arena, striking the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer blow:

"Admit defeat."

"Otherwise, die."

Hundreds of thousands of spectators felt as if they were being collectively choked.

His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.

Only heavy breathing and the pounding of the heart echoed in my ears.

One punch.

Just one punch.

From the start to the end of the war, it was only a breath away.

Lin Poyue, one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, is known for his powerful and domineering palm strikes.

His arm was smashed by Shi Hao in the most tyrannical and unreasonable manner, and he was trampled underfoot, leaving him hanging by a thread.

This is hardly a fierce battle between two equally powerful figures.
This is clearly an absolute crushing of children by adults.

Inside the lounge, the atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point.

Besides Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

All the Twelve Heavenly Kings who have not yet participated in the battle or have already advanced.

His face was no longer showing any of the composure or amusement he had shown before.

They are all the chosen ones who stand at the peak of the third tier.

Even if there were differences between us, I never imagined they would be so huge.

It was so huge that it was like an insurmountable chasm.

Shi Hao's punch shattered not only Lin Poyue's arm and pride.

It shattered their illusion of a balance of power where they were on equal footing with the other two kings.

This will make them clearly realize how utterly vulnerable their pride and strength are in the face of a true monster.

Think for a second.

Put yourself in Lin Poyue's position?
The result will be no different.

They might even lose faster and more miserably.

They were all Twelve Heavenly Kings, all at the peak of the third tier.

They knew each other's combat strength to some extent.

They should be about the same, since the upper limit of one's cultivation level is what it is.

Moreover, everyone here is a prodigy; how could they not be evenly matched with each other at the same level?
Where did this monster come from?!
In this suffocating silence.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold-like vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

His gaze was fixed on Shi Hao.

When Jiang Wei said that Shi Hao's aura was off, he didn't have much of a direct feeling about it.

But at this moment, I witnessed this devastating punch.

Fang Qingyu also sensed that something seemed off about this person.
When Shi Hao was exchanging punches with that person.

Fang Qingyu could see it clearly: Shi Hao didn't seem to feel anything at all.

First, rule out situations where one's qi and blood strength far exceed that of the opponent.

After all, we are all at the same level. To have reached this point, our levels of Qi and Blood Technique and Visualization Technique are roughly the same.

It's not that Shi Hao's physical body has become so powerful that it can crush a third-tier opponent.

After all, if the physical body is too strong...
Shi Hao didn't need to pause for a moment in the air.

Instead, after exchanging punches, you can finish off your opponent in mid-air before they land.

The match is over.

There's no need to wait for the other party to land.

Therefore, Shi Hao's punch...
It's more like there's something inside the body.

This allowed him to engage in unrestrained battles with others.
And it is completely unaffected by it.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu turned to look at Jiang Wei and asked softly.

"Could it be divine weaponry!?"

Jiang Wei listened, her delicate brows furrowing, and after a moment's thought, she slowly shook her head.

The voice was also kept very low, with a hint of uncertainty:

"No. The power attributes of a divine weapon would be more outward and domineering. That strange feeling is very restrained and heavy. It's like some kind of dormant 'core' was forcibly activated for a moment. I feel it's more like a part of his body, or something parasitic in his body?"

She struggled to find the words to describe that strange feeling, her small face full of confusion and wariness: "It's ancient, it's repulsive. Like something forcibly stuffed into a living person?"

As Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Wei's description, his brows furrowed even more deeply beneath his mask.

Not divine weapons?

He then nodded slowly, looking thoughtful, and said nothing more.

This opponent is more interesting than I imagined.

……

In the arena.

The deadly standoff did not last long.

"Heh heh." Lin Poyue's throat was pressed tightly by the sole of the boot, his face quickly turned from bluish-purple to ashen, his eyes bulged out, and his only remaining left hand futilely pried at Shi Hao's boot, but could not budge it an inch.

The chilling presence of death gripped his soul.

"I surrender. I surrender!!!"

He used all his remaining strength to squeeze out a broken and shrill scream from his suppressed throat.

Shi Hao slowly lifted his foot.

He didn't even glance at Lin Poyue, who was limp and lifeless at the bottom of the pit.

It was as if the other party was nothing more than a piece of insignificant trash.

He turned around, and with his still steady steps, walked out of the huge crater he had blasted, and headed towards the exit of the arena.

His silhouette was silhouetted against the billowing dust and the distorting force field of light.

Looks particularly tall.

With a suffocating feeling of oppression.

The referee then announced: "The winner! Shi Hao!"

This moment.

thunderous applause erupted.

Audiences love madness, but you have to have the right to be mad.

Instead of making threats only to get beaten up like a dog.

That's not what you call being arrogant.

It's the clown.

For example, Lin Poyue at this moment.

……

Shi Hao pushed open the heavy door of the players' lounge.

You could hear a pin drop inside.

All the twelve Heavenly Kings who had not yet left focused their attention on him.

His gaze was incredibly complex, containing lingering shock and deep-seated fear.

Shi Hao's gaze slowly swept across the lounge.

His gaze lingered for half a second on Fang Qingyu, who was resting with his eyes closed, and Jiang Wei, who was sitting quietly.

They seemed slightly surprised by the calm of the two.

But that's about it.

Finally, his gaze swept over the group of people whose faces were grim.

A voice so flat it lacked any emotional fluctuation broke the suffocating silence in the lounge:

"This is what happens to people who have a foul mouth."

After saying that, he stopped looking at anyone, walked straight to his seat, picked up a simple package that was there, turned around, and strode out of the lounge without looking back.

The heavy footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

The rest room was left in an extremely oppressive silence.

Shi Hao's last words
This made some people present look uneasy.

However, it's not because of the word "sharp-tongued".

It's because Shi Hao dared to say such things to all of them openly.

It's obvious.
Shi Hao didn't take them seriously.

"Damn it!" Tu Qianshan slammed his fist into the alloy wall next to him, making a dull thud. His face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

at this time.

A voice, clearly tinged with suppressed surprise and inquiry, broke the silence.

It was Mo Li who spoke.

His gaze was fixed on Fang Qingyu, who was still resting with his eyes closed, as if all the disturbances in the outside world were irrelevant to him.

"Thor, you don't seem too keen on this? Are you perhaps confident you can handle this monster?"

This question was asked abruptly.

This also revealed the curiosity of the other Heavenly Kings in the lounge who were watching the drama unfold.

After all, they were the ones who were shocked and on guard from beginning to end.

Thor and Jiang Wei only exchanged a few words from beginning to end, without moving an inch.

They seemed not at all surprised by Shi Hao's combat strength.

All eyes.

Everyone's attention was instantly focused on Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu remained in a meditative posture with his eyes closed, not even his eyelashes trembling.

As if he hadn't heard Mo Li's question, as if the intense gazes around him, filled with a mix of emotions, didn't exist at all.

And the silence lasted a bit too long.
Mo Li felt as if she had been slapped in the face.

Don't ask who smoked it.

Anyway, it hurts a bit.

His face instantly turned extremely ugly.

However, Mo Li didn't say anything more after seeing this. He just snorted coldly, stood up abruptly, and slammed the door shut without looking back.

They showed no intention of stopping to watch the next three games.

However, Fang Qingyu did not ignore him because of arrogance.

Rather, it's because this question is simply too trivial.

Fang Qingyu was too lazy to answer.

Can we win?

You'll only know once you've tried it.

This kind of thing can't be won by just talking.

Moreover, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's attitudes just now have already explained a lot.

They remained unmoved even as they witnessed Shi Hao defeat the Heavenly King with a single punch.

Doesn't that itself mean
Can fight!!
(End of this chapter)