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Chapter 338 So, we're the clowns after all!?

The brief silence was broken by a sudden surge of cheers from outside the arena.

The bloodshed and crushing defeat in the fifth game did not seem to dampen the audience's enthusiasm.

Instead, it's like adding oil to a raging fire, making expectations burn even brighter.

The referee's voice, amplified through the loudspeaker, resonated clearly throughout the arena and even into the locker room:

"Sixth match! Zhao Canglan versus Qian Si. Please enter!"

Two new members of the Twelve Heavenly Kings have appeared.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn back to the light screen and the battle that was about to begin.

Zhao Canglan was the first to step into the arena.

This man was exceptionally burly, nearly 2.2 meters tall. His bare upper body was muscular and rock-like, and his skin was a bronze color from years of being soaked in seawater and exposed to the scorching sun. He wore a ferocious shark mask, revealing only a pair of fierce and sharp eyes.

With each step he took, the solid alloy arena beneath his feet groaned dully, and a strong stench of the sea and a violent sense of power permeated his surroundings.

Liu Rumei, who followed her onto the stage, presented a stark contrast.

She had a slender figure and wore an elegant moon-white long dress.

Her face was covered by a silver-white mask depicting intricate silk lines; she possessed a cool and aloof demeanor and moved with a light gait, as if untouched by the world.

The two stood at opposite ends of the ring.

The moment the referee announced the start, the entire stadium erupted in a deafening roar.

However, an eerie calm descended upon the arena.

Zhao Canglan did not immediately launch a violent attack as his appearance suggested.

Those fierce eyes, through the shark mask, were fixed on Liu Rumei opposite him. His muscles were tense, and his blood and qi surged and gathered power within him like an undercurrent.

Liu Rumei remained motionless, her delicate hands hanging down, her skirt swaying without wind, an invisible aura emanating from her.

Both of them were waiting.

Shi Hao's devastating punch.

This made all the Heavenly Kings wary.

No one knows whether the next opponent will be another unassuming Shi Hao.

This uncertainty made these two equally renowned superstars extremely cautious from the very beginning of the battle.

"What's going on? Fight!"

"What are you waiting for? Let's fight!"

"Boss Canglan! Charge! Tear her apart!"

"Fairy Willow! Use your countless threads to entangle him to death!"

Discontented urgings soon rose from the audience, mixed with shouts from their respective supporters.

One minute, two minutes
The strange standoff continued on the arena.

Only the auras gradually rising from the two of them collided silently.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, like a taut bowstring.

at last!

Just as the audience's impatience was about to reach its peak, Zhao Canglan made a move.

"Roar--!!!"

A roar like that of a giant sea monster exploded from his throat.

Boom! ! !

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, the terrifying force instantly creating spiderweb-like cracks in the floor beneath his feet.

Dark blue qi and blood smoke erupted like a raging sea bursting its banks, instantly enveloping his burly body.

"Raging Sea - Devouring the Whale!"

Zhao Canglan suddenly opened his arms and embraced her from the front.

In an instant!
The air above the entire arena seemed to be sucked in by an invisible, enormous force.

Countless tiny water droplets condense out of thin air and converge at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just one breath!

A terrifying giant wave, over thirty meters in diameter and nearly ten meters high, composed entirely of raging water, seemed to have been summoned from the deep sea. With overwhelming and all-consuming power, it slammed down on Liu Rumei at the other end of the arena.

The giant wave has not yet arrived.

The terrifying sense of oppression made it difficult for the audience in the front rows to breathe, and their faces turned pale.

"it is good!!!"

"Here it comes! Boss Canglan's signboard!"

"Drown her!"

The audience who supported Zhao Canglan instantly erupted in cheers.

Faced with this colossal wave that seemed capable of destroying everything.

There was no trace of panic in Liu Rumei's cool eyes.

Her slender fingers danced swiftly in front of her like butterflies flitting among flowers.

hum!
Countless faint, almost imperceptible buzzes filled the air.

Countless threads, thinner than a strand of hair and almost completely transparent, instantly intertwined and spread in front of her.

"A Thousand Threads Weave a Heavenly Net!"

Liu Rumei let out a sharp cry and pushed forward with her delicate hand.

That enormous net was instantly woven from countless transparent threads.

Silently facing the roaring giant waves.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!*
The teeth-grinding, rapid cutting sounds rang out like a torrential downpour!
The seemingly delicate and slender thread unleashes an incredible cutting force the moment it comes into contact with the raging waves.

That terrifying giant wave was powerful enough to destroy cities and fortresses.

It was as if they had been thrown into a hail of countless high-speed spinning blades.

Countless fine water lines were precisely cut and peeled away.

The violent water flow was weakened layer by layer as it crashed against the tough wire mesh.

The giant wave was sliced ​​apart by the seemingly fragile Heavenly Net at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, less than ten meters away from Liu Rumei, it completely dissipated into a misty spray, soaking most of the arena!

"hiss--!!!"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

"It's blocked?!"

"My God! What kind of silk thread is that?! It can even cut through Boss Canglan's 'Raging Sea Devouring' technique?!"

Liu Rumei's exquisite defense and counterattack instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the viewers.

A battle of equal strength!
This is what they want to see.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"

Liu Rumei's cool voice came through the mask.

Her ten fingers changed again.

"Thousand Threads - Dragon Binding Rope!"

hum!
Countless transparent threads instantly converged, coalescing into dozens of chains that shimmered with a cold, icy light.

It instantly tore through the air and coiled towards Zhao Canglan from all directions.

The angle was cunning and ruthless, sealing off all his escape routes.

Zhao Canglan roared, his arm muscles bulging again, his dark blue blood and qi boiling like seawater.

"Raging Sea - Frenzied Shark Devour!"

He unleashed a barrage of punches!
Each punch condensed into a massive, ferocious shark head made of condensed water element, its fangs and jaws snapping fiercely at the incoming chains.

Boom boom boom! ! !
The force of the fist clashed violently with the chain in mid-air, splashing water everywhere, and the sharp sound of the threads snapping was incessant.

The battle instantly heats up!
Zhao Canglan's offensive was wide-ranging and powerful, like a giant sea monster churning, unleashing wave after wave of violent water elemental attacks, including giant waves, water cannons, and water-based soldiers.

Liu Rumei's movements were elusive, like a ghost traversing raging waves. With her fingers flying, countless transparent threads either formed a net for defense, or transformed into ropes to entwine, or condensed into needles to stab, dissolving the rage of water elemental power time and time again, while constantly searching for an opening to counterattack.

Steam filled the arena, and energy surged.

The explosions of colliding energies, the roar of rushing water, and the sharp whistling of cutting silk threads intertwined, dazzling the eyes and stirring the heart.

This is the real showdown between the kings!

A clash of skill, strength, attributes, and willpower!
The two exchanged blows for a full fifteen minutes.

In the end, Zhao Canglan's strength waned after his burst of power, and Liu Rumei seized the fleeting opening, with dozens of silk threads clinging to his arm and ankle like maggots!

A terrifying cutting force erupted instantly!
Zhao Canglan's tough protective qi and blood and powerful muscles were actually cut into by the silk thread, causing blood to splatter.

The intense pain and loss of balance caused him to freeze in place!
Liu Rumei's figure approached like a ghost, her finger, sharp as a condensed thread, aimed at his vital rib.

"I surrender!"

Zhao Canglan roared in frustration.

Liu Rumei's fingertips stopped the instant they touched his skin.

"The winner is Qiansi!!" the referee announced loudly.

The entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers!
This exhilarating and spectacular battle completely washed away the terrifying shadow cast by Shi Hao, allowing the audience to rediscover their anticipation for the battle of the kings!

And the seventh game.

As such, both sides were initially cautious.

The war only began then.

They were evenly matched.

It completely satisfied the audience's imagination of the title "King of the Arena" and pushed the atmosphere of the arena to a new climax.

……

"Match 8! Thor versus Shadow! Players, please enter the arena!"

When the referee's voice echoed throughout the arena.

The roar that had just been fueled by the two exciting battles was instantly pushed to an unprecedented peak.

"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

"Shadow! Shadow!"

"It's finally here!!!"

"The grand finale!!!"

The thunderous cheers nearly lifted the dome of the arena.

Compared to Shi Hao, who previously defeated Lin Poyue in an instant.

And with Qian Si and Huo Wu having just finished their exciting duel, the appearance of Lei Shen at this moment is the one who truly ignites the frenzy of the entire audience.

The video of the battle on the viaduct, in which a hundred-meter-long lightning bolt pierced the sky and shattered the bridge, has already spread throughout the entire City of Injustice.

That majestic heavenly power, that destructive golden lightning, has long been a symbol of power in the hearts of countless people!

Although Shi Hao displayed terrifying strength that inspired despair.

But in the hearts of countless viewers, it stands out solely for its visual impact and immense fame.

Thor is undoubtedly number one!

At this moment, everyone is looking forward to seeing what kind of demeanor the Thunder God, who has shaken the entire city with the power of thunder, will display when facing the Shadow, who is also one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings and is known for his unpredictability.

Does he have the qualifications to challenge that demonic muscle man?

Amidst deafening cheers.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up from his seat in the lounge.

The face beneath the lightning-patterned mask revealed no expression, except for a pair of calm, molten gold vertical pupils.

He strode towards the arena entrance.

Not long after Fang Qingyu left.

A slightly sarcastic whisper rang out clearly; though not loud, it sounded particularly jarring in the now-silent lounge.
"They're good at pretending, but their skills are nothing special."

The speaker was Sun Qian, nicknamed "Sky-Splitting Spear," who advanced from the first four matches.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, looked at the doorway, and had an undisguised mockery on his lips.

Fang Qingyu maintained a calm demeanor throughout.

And the complete disregard for Mo Li's previous questions.

This made the already proud and arrogant superstar extremely unhappy.

Especially after Shi Hao displayed overwhelming strength.

Sun Qian's frustration and anxiety reached their peak.

Seeing Fang Qingyu's pretentious act, he finally couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

brush--!
All eyes in the lounge instantly focused on Sun Qian, then quickly turned to Jiang Wei, who had just been sitting with Fang Qingyu.

Just as they looked over.

An indescribable, terrifying heat suddenly descended upon the entire lounge.

The air instantly became scorching hot.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they turned around in horror.

Jiang Wei, who had been sitting quietly, slowly stood up.

She turned around, her clear, ruby-like eyes landing on Sun Qian's face without any emotion.

That gaze was eerily calm.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Wei's voice was very soft and cold.

Overwhelmed by this sudden and terrifying pressure, Sun Qian's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

As one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, how could he have ever been questioned in public like this?
Especially under the watchful eyes of everyone, being stared at so intently by a woman!

A surge of violent rage instantly rushed to his head!

"I said he was faking it! So what?!"

Sun Qian suddenly took a step forward, and his sharp aura exploded out, colliding fiercely with Jiang Wei's invisible, scorching pressure.

boom!
Two powerful auras collided violently in the lounge.

An invisible shockwave rippled outwards, sending several chairs flying.

The wall hangings groaned under the weight.

The atmosphere instantly became tense!

Everyone instinctively took a step back.

They looked at the two people facing off in the middle of the arena with surprise and uncertainty.

However, a barely perceptible excitement of watching a show flashed in everyone's eyes.

After all, it would be bad if someone were eliminated at this point.

This means their chances of winning first place have increased even further.

Therefore, no one spoke up; everyone watched the show in silence.

Jiang Wei looked at the furious Sun Qian without saying a word.

She slowly raised her left hand.

The tip of a fair and slender index finger gently traces across the palm.

laugh.

A tiny bloodstain appeared instantly.

A drop of bright red blood seeped out.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Jiang Wei casually picked up an A4 sheet of paper with the competition schedule printed on it from the table next to her.

pat.

The drop of blood landed precisely on the pristine white paper, quickly spreading into a small, glaring red patch.

Jiang Wei used her blood-stained fingertips.

Draw a clear horizontal line on the paper.

Then, she raised her calm, unsettling red eyes and looked at Sun Qian, whose face was ashen.

The voice remained cold and clear, yet carried an undeniable resolve:

"A battle to the death."

"Do you dare to accept?"

These words were spoken.

Everyone is stunned!
A battle to the death?!

Just because of a sarcastic remark?
Is this white fire gone mad?!

The rage on Sun Qian's face froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He stared intently at the blood-stained paper in Jiang Wei's hand, then looked into Jiang Wei's calm, expressionless eyes.

A chill rose uncontrollably from my spine and instantly swept through my entire body.

He had no doubt that the woman was serious.

She really wanted to fight me to the death right here, in front of everyone, because of something I said!
Sun Qian's mind was buzzing.

promise?

What a joke!
The opponent was also one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, and his strength was unfathomable.

Even if I win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

What about the upcoming matches?
What about the bet involving hundreds of pure crystals?
Why did I fight so hard to get into the round of 16?
And what if we lose?
Then I would become the biggest joke in the history of the entire City of Injustice.

Because of a careless remark, he was beaten to death on the spot by another superstar in the lounge!
This thought sent chills down Sun Qian's spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Don't agree?
In front of all the strong people of the same level, he was scared off by a woman's life-or-death battle?

Where do you put your face?!
Time ticked by in a suffocating silence.

You could hear a pin drop in the lounge.

Only Sun Qian's heavy breathing and the glaring red of a drop of blood on the paper could be heard.

The expressions on the faces of the people present varied: some were astonished, some were amused, some were incredulous, but most of all, they felt a sense of absurdity.

This year's Twelve Heavenly Kings
What kind of monsters are these?!
One can cripple a superstar with a single punch, while the other is willing to risk his life for a single sentence?!
This art style is quite different from the previous Heavenly Kings.

finally.

Under Jiang Wei's calm yet palpable deathly gaze.

Sun Qian's face was a mixture of red and blue, his chest heaved violently, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding.

He lowered his head suddenly.

He squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his voice dry and hoarse:

"I'll apologize, okay?" Jiang Wei looked at him but didn't say anything.

That calm gaze made Sun Qian feel even worse than the most vicious insults.

He was on the verge of a breakdown.

Jiang Wei finally slowly lowered her left hand, which was holding the blood-stained paper, but she still held the paper in her hand.

"Wait for him to come down." Her cold voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable tone. "You, apologize to him personally."

After saying that, she didn't look at Sun Qian again.

As if the life-or-death challenge had never happened, he went back to his seat without a second thought.

The lounge was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by Jiang Wei's domineering and unreasonable attitude.

Sun Qian's face turned from green to white, and then from white to red.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, but in the end, he made no more sound.

……

In the arena.

Fang Qingyu was naturally unaware of what had happened in the lounge.

He stood at one end of the ring, his gaze calmly fixed on the other side beneath his lightning-patterned mask.

His opponent, "Shadow," also wears a mask.

It was a dark purple mask depicting distorted shadow patterns, revealing only a pair of deep, ancient well-like eyes.

Shadow was of medium build.

Wearing a well-tailored dark gray combat uniform, he exuded a restrained aura, blending into the shadows of the background and giving off an unfathomable and mysterious feeling.

In the previous lounge.

Shadow is the most taciturn of the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

He almost never spoke on his own initiative, only standing up in shock when Shi Hao crippled Lin Poyue with a single punch.

At this moment, facing the renowned "Thor".

Shadow was clearly not going to be careless in the slightest.

Before the referee even announced the start, his aura had already begun to slowly rise and condense.

A cold, eerie atmosphere spread out.

The light behind him seemed to distort and dim, and vague black shadows wriggled and condensed in the void behind him.

apostle!

Shadow is one of the few chosen ones among the Twelve Heavenly Kings.

The deity they worship is unknown, but its abilities and characteristics are already known to everyone.

Manipulating shadows! Shifting between reality and illusion! Unpredictable and unpredictable!

Of course, in the eyes of the audience, Fang Qingyu is also an apostle.

Therefore, this is a duel between two top apostle kings.

"Thor! Tear him apart!"

"Shadow! Show him the terror of shadows!"

The roar from the audience reached an unprecedented peak!
And in a certain area of ​​the audience seats.

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and the others also watched the arena nervously.

"Sister Lin Yu, how do we fight an apostle with these shadow-type abilities? Is Qingzi confident?" Chu Kuanglan couldn't help but ask, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes filled with worry.

Although he was confident in Fang Qingyu's strength, Youying's abilities were too unpredictable.

If they were to slip up unexpectedly or suffer a serious injury, it would have a huge impact on their upcoming matches.

Lin Yu's expression was solemn, her delicate brows furrowed as she carefully recalled the information about Youying and the characteristics of shadow-type abilities. She slowly said, "The greatest reliance of shadow-type apostles is the ability to switch between reality and illusion and to create illusions."

"Their true forms can switch freely among numerous shadow clones, making them extremely difficult to pinpoint."

"To attack the physical body, you must seize the extremely brief gap when it switches between its true form and its shadow; this is the most difficult part!"

She paused, her tone uncertain: "Although Qingzi's Divine Lightning is violent, against such a slippery enemy, if it cannot accurately hit the true body, even the greatest power may be consumed and evaded by the opponent using clones. Moreover, once the opponent gets close, the assassination ability of the Shadow Apostles is extremely terrifying. It all depends on whether Qingzi can find that opening. If she can, given the relatively weak head-on confrontation ability of the Shadow Apostles, it will be difficult for them to withstand the direct bombardment of Divine Lightning."

Old Chu and the others listened, and although they all had confidence in Fang Qingyu.

My heart was in my throat.

……

In the arena.

The referee's voice finally rang out: "The match begins!"

The moment the character "始" (beginning) fell.

The shadow moved.

He quickly formed a strange hand seal in front of him.

hum!
The space behind him suddenly twisted and rippled.

next moment!
brush! brush! brush! brush! brush!
Twenty figures, identical to Youying himself and possessing the same aura, appeared on the arena as if splitting off from the void.

Twenty "Shadows"!
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by the same will. They transformed into twenty blurry afterimages, shooting towards Fang Qingyu in the center of the arena from different angles at dazzling speeds!

Shadow clone!
The Shadow's signature ability.

The true form is hidden within, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and impossible to guard against.

"coming!"

Twenty! My God!

"Thor is in danger! How can we tell?!"

The audience erupted in gasps!

Faced with these twenty mysterious figures attacking from all directions.

Fang Qingyu stood still, motionless.

Golden divine lightning surged forth from his body, swirling around him and crackling with explosive force.

He seemed to have transformed into a god bathed in golden lightning.

However, beneath the thunder-patterned mask, a strange expression flickered deep within Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils.

In his field of vision
The twenty "phantoms" that pounced on were swift and had an eerie aura; they were almost identical, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

but.
Above the head of one of the figures, two clearly visible red characters were suspended.

【apostle】!
The heads of the other nineteen figures were empty.

'A shadow-type ability user. Trying to create clones in front of me?'

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Fang Qingyu's mouth beneath the mask.

This is practically a sitting duck delivered right to their doorstep.

There's not even a need to discern the pattern of the other party's true form switching.

All you need to do is lock onto the figure with the title of "Apostle".

The twenty figures moved at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had pounced several meters in front of Fang Qingyu.

A sharp, gust of wind mixed with chilling shadow energy rushed towards us.

Right now.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

He ignored the dozen or so figures rushing towards him from the front and sides.

His body suddenly twisted in an extremely smooth motion.

The molten gold's vertical pupils were fixed on a seemingly insignificant "shadow" to the side and behind!
On his right fist, divine lightning suddenly condensed, bursting forth with dazzling golden light.

The first move of the Thunder-Cutting Technique.

A dragon's roar shook the heavens!

"Roar--!!!"

A majestic dragon's roar, seemingly from the heavens above, mixed with terrifying thunder, exploded with a deafening roar!

Fang Qingyu threw a punch.

On the fist, a surge of violent divine power erupted, instantly condensing into a lifelike, majestic thunder dragon, over ten meters long, entirely composed of golden lightning.

The thunder dragon roared, carrying the majestic power of heaven that judges all things, tearing through the air and swiftly pouncing on the "shadow" it had locked onto!
The precision of the target was outrageous.

"what?!"

The pupil behind the locked "shadow" mask suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead.

For the first time, his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

How can it be? !
He was clearly mixed in with twenty clones, their auras were completely consistent, and their movements were flawless.

How did he pinpoint his true identity so accurately at a glance?

Was it just luck?!

The moment the thought crossed your mind, Shadow didn't have time to think it through; your fighting instincts instantly kicked in.

Shadow moment!

The switching between the real body and the shadow is completed in a fraction of a second.

In Fang Qingyu's vision, the figure bearing the title of "Apostle" blurred for a moment.

The title disappeared.

Directly in front of Fang Qingyu, less than two meters away from him, the title of [Apostle] instantly lit up above the head of a "shadow".

His true form instantly teleported to the very front, the position closest to Fang Qingyu.

This is the most commonly used tactic by the Shadow Apostles.

Just as the opponent's attack is about to hit one of the clones, the true body instantly switches to another location to launch a fatal blow.

A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Youying's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Fang Qingyu's old power had just been released and his new power had not yet been generated, he joined his fingers like knives, his fingertips wrapped with shadows condensed to the extreme. Like the sharpest shadow blade, he silently but quickly stabbed at Fang Qingyu's unsuspecting throat.

He was determined to succeed with this strike!
However.
Just a moment before his fingertips were about to touch Fang Qingyu's throat.

Fang Qingyu's fist, which unleashed a thunderous dragon, followed a trajectory without the slightest hesitation!
It's as if it was all foreseen!

As the thunder dragon roared out, his body, using the force of his punch, naturally completed a smooth and fluid spin.

From facing away to facing forward.

From the side and rear of the attack, it instantly turns to face directly forward.

As he spun around, the power of the Divine Firmament in his right fist not only did not weaken, but instead began to gather wildly once again.

The second move of the Thunder-Cutting Technique.

The dragon's rage shattered the mountain.

boom! ! !
On Fang Qingyu's right arm, golden divine lightning surged and coiled like a living thing, instantly condensing into a lightning dragon-shaped energy.

The fist was aimed directly at the true form of Youying, who had just switched over and whose [Apostle] title was clearly visible above his head!

"???"

The eyes behind the shadow mask were instantly overwhelmed by boundless horror.

How can it be? !
How could he possibly know he had switched to this location?!
This is definitely not luck.

How did he do that?
This question immediately came to mind.

But it was all too late!

Fang Qingyu's fist, coiled with a golden thunder dragon, carried a terrifying will capable of shattering mountains. Ignoring the shadow blade aimed at his throat, it struck first despite being behind.

His eyes, filled with utter terror and despair, were imprinted on his dark purple mask.

Boom-! ! ! !

A golden thunderclap exploded, instantly resounding throughout the entire arena.

The blinding golden lightning, like a supernova explosion, instantly engulfed everything in front of Fang Qingyu.

Countless fine golden electric snakes spread wildly.

It instantly covered the entire arena like a spider web.

A violent shockwave, mixed with scorching lightning, swept outwards like a tsunami.

The arena floor was carved out with a terrifying trench, tens of meters long and several meters deep.

It extends for tens of meters.

And at the end of the ravine.
In a charred, human-shaped pit.

The shadow lay quietly inside.

The dark purple mask on his face shattered completely the moment it came into contact with the fist.

His face, covered in charred marks, revealed a look of intense pain and horror.

His eyes were vacant as he stared blankly at the sky above the arena, his pupils unfocused, filled only with boundless bewilderment and a questioning of life.

'Impossible, absolutely impossible.'

'How...how did he see that?'

This thought kept echoing in his mind.

The twenty shadow clones around him vanished silently like bubbles the instant the lightning erupted, as if they had never existed.

In the arena.

The blinding golden lightning slowly dissipated.

Only the figure covered by the lightning-patterned mask remained, standing silently at the beginning of the deep pit.

Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his fist.

The golden arcs of electricity that were jumping around his body quickly subsided.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the arena, which had just been filled with deafening noise.

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

His eyes widened, his mouth agape, as he stared at the shocking golden ravine on the arena.

Looking at the shadowy figure, its fate unknown, in the deep pit at the end of the ravine.

Looking at that calm, standing figure.

Two punches!

Just two punches!

One of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, known for his unpredictability and indistinguishable clones, "Shadow," was blasted dozens of meters away like a broken sack, crashing into a deep pit and completely losing his fighting ability.

Clean! Efficient! Domineering!

It was in no way inferior to the punch that Shi Hao used to instantly kill Lin Poyue.

Even more so, the golden lightning ravine that pierced through the arena, the earth-shattering visual impact, was more awe-inspiring than Shi Hao's simple and unadorned punch.

After a brief moment of dead silence.

It was a deafening roar, powerful enough to shake the heavens!

"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

"My God! Two punches! Two more punches!"

"The Shadow's clones are a joke in front of him!"

"Too powerful! Too domineering!"

"This is the true power of Thor!!!"

The referee announced loudly at the same time:

"The victor is Thor!!!"

The roar completely engulfed the entire arena.

……

In the player lounge.

When the screen clearly replayed the scene of Fang Qingyu's two punches blasting away Youying.

As the deafening cheers of "Thor" faintly penetrated the thick walls.

The lounge was deathly silent.

You can hear the needle drop.

All the Heavenly Kings who had not yet left, including Huo Wu, who had just narrowly defeated her opponent to advance to the quarterfinals, Qian Si, and Sun Qian, whose face was ashen, stood frozen in place.

Their eyes were fixed on the figure calmly retracting his fist on the screen.

His face was filled with disbelief, horror, and a hint of absurdity.

Two punches!

Another one who crippled a king with two punches.

This strength is absolutely on par with Shi Hao's level!

"Gudong."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound particularly clear in the lounge.

Sun Qian's face turned deathly pale in an instant, a stark contrast to his previous ashen complexion.

Fine beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.

He looked at the figure on the screen, then subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wei, who was sitting quietly beside him, her clear red eyes sweeping over him indifferently.
An indescribable chill and a profound sense of absurdity instantly engulfed him.

He finally understood where Bai Huo got the confidence to fight him to the death.

Oh shit!

Shi Hao isn't the only monster who pretends to be weak to actually outsmart others!
There's actually an even more deeply hidden Thor.

Moreover, this Thor also has a terrifying teammate, Whitefire, who is so protective of his own that he's unreasonable.

Thinking about how he had just foolishly mocked such a person, and how he would have to apologize to him in public later...
Sun Qian felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and he wished he could slap himself twice!

The Twelve Heavenly Kings of this generation.

What kind of hellish difficulty is this?!

The others in the lounge looked at Sun Qian's grief-stricken appearance, and then at the calm figure on the screen, their expressions equally complex.

Shock, fear, solemnity, and a hint of absurdity.

I originally thought Shi Hao was the only variable.

Now, there's an even more unfathomable Thor.

The bet of hundreds of pure crystals
What business is it of theirs?

These so-called "kings"

In front of these two monsters.

Just like the clown.

(End of this chapter)