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Chapter 340 Come on, let me see what kind of monster you really are!

The next morning.

Every main road leading to the central arena was completely blocked by crowds.

The noise, shouts, and roar of engines mingled together, forming a deafening torrent.

"Thor! Thor will win!"

"Demon Muscle Man! Tear him apart!"

"Get out of the way! I want to watch the game!"

"Why are you pushing?! The tickets are all sold out!"

Countless people waved homemade flags and banners, their faces painted with paint representing their supporters, and flocked to the arena like pilgrims.

The air was thick with fervor and an almost manic anticipation.

Today is the semi-final.

It was even regarded by countless people as a final showdown played out in advance.

Thor Fang Qingyu faces off against the muscular demon Shi Hao.

This will be the battle that determines the ownership of hundreds of pure crystals and who is the true king of the third tier!
Fang Qingyu and his group walked through the crowded streets.

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and others surrounded Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

Wherever he went, the crowd automatically parted to make way, just as Moses parted the sea.

Countless gazes were focused on Fang Qingyu's signature thunder pattern mask.

It was filled with awe, worship, and fanaticism.

"Thor! Go for it!"

"Take down Shi Hao!"

"we support you!"

Cheers and shouts of encouragement rose and fell.

Finally, the group broke through the sea of ​​people.

We arrived at the entrance to the arena's dedicated player passage.

"Qingzi, Sister Jiang, you can do it!"

Chu Kuanglan patted Fang Qingyu's shoulder forcefully.

Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, and others also cast encouraging glances their way.

Fang Qingyu nodded to everyone.

Jiang Wei also gave a soft "hmm".

The two didn't linger and turned to walk into the relatively quiet contestant passage.

……

The rest area for the four finalists.

It's much quieter than before.

A promotional video was playing on a loop on the screen.

The room was filled with rousing music and the host's rousing commentary.

But nobody paid attention.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei pushed open the door and entered.

Two people were already sitting in the lounge.

Chisui sat on the sofa to one side.

She was still wearing that simple, moon-white dress, her face covered by a silver mask with intricate silk thread patterns.

In the corner on the other side of the lounge.

Shi Hao stood quietly against the wall.

She was still wearing that simple black sleeveless outfit, with a dark gray metal mask covering her face.

His arms hung naturally at his sides, and his feet were slightly apart.

He was like a lifeless metal statue.

It was eerily quiet.

When Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked in.

Liu Rumei's gaze immediately fell upon them.

He lingered on Fang Qingyu for a moment.

The eyes are complicated.

There was scrutiny, solemnity, and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

And Shi Hao.
He didn't even turn his head.

It was as if only two wisps of air had entered.

His gaze fell blankly on the smooth alloy walls of the lounge.

There is no focus.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils lingered on Shi Hao for several seconds.

A subtle yet extremely unsettling chill emanated from Shi Hao.

This feeling is completely different from yesterday in the lounge.

If Shi Hao yesterday was like a dormant volcano, it contained a terrifying explosive force within.

So, let's talk about Shi Hao today.
It's more like a piece of cold metal that has been buried deep underground for countless years.

Hard, heavy, and lifeless.

Lifeless.

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Wei's clear red eyes instantly locked onto Shi Hao, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and for the first time, her small face revealed extremely obvious disgust and vigilance.

She subconsciously took a step closer to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu shook his head slightly at her, indicating that she should calm down.

The two sat down in a spot a little distance away from Shi Hao and Liu Rumei.

A suffocating silence fell over the lounge.

Only the music and narration from the promotional video on the screen echoed noisily.

Liu Rumei seemed to have also noticed the unsettling change in Shi Hao, and her expression became even more serious.

Time passed silently, second by second.

at last.

The heavy alloy door to the lounge was pushed open.

A staff member dressed in the arena's official uniform walked in and announced in a formulaic voice:
"The first match of the semi-finals is between Bai Huo and Qian Si. Players, please prepare to enter the arena."

Jiang Wei and Liu Rumei stood up at the same time.

Liu Rumei nodded slightly to Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei made no comment, but simply looked at Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu nodded gently to her: "Keep it up."

"Mm." Jiang Wei responded, her long, bright red hair swaying gently as she turned and followed the staff out of the lounge.

Liu Rumei followed closely behind.

Only Fang Qingyu and Shi Hao remained in the lounge.

Dead silence.

A depressing, deathly silence.

Shi Hao remained motionless, leaning against the wall like a metal statue.

Fang Qingyu sat on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

Although the vertical pupils of the molten gold were closed, the power of the Divine Firmament flowed slowly within his body, adjusting his state.

At the same time, a sense of awareness permeated the entire lounge.

He could clearly sense Shi Hao's presence.

It was an extremely strange sense of presence.

Heavy, cold, with an inhuman texture.

It was as if that wasn't a person.

Instead, it was a piece of metal that had been forcibly given the ability to move.

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

I had sensed something was off about Shi Hao's aura before.

Today, this feeling has been amplified countless times.

What exactly happened to this guy?
……

A massive central arena.

It has now transformed into a boiling ocean.

When Jiang Wei and Liu Rumei stepped onto the huge main arena from the contestant passage.

The roaring sound reached a climax in an instant.

"White fire! White fire!"

"Qiansi! Keep it up!"

Although today's focus is on the final match between Thor and Shi Hao.

However, the semi-final showdown between the two female superstars also attracted countless eyes.

Game start.

Liu Rumei had clearly learned from Zhao Canglan's lesson yesterday.

Faced with the unfathomable white flames, she didn't test them at all; she went all out from the start!
"A Thousand Threads, a Net of Heaven and Earth!"

She gave a sharp shout, her ten fingers flying like butterflies flitting among flowers.

hum!
Countless threads, thinner than a strand of hair and almost completely transparent, burst forth from her center in an instant.

Like countless serpents dancing wildly, they intertwined to form a net that covered most of the arena.

It descended upon Jiang Wei from above!

The silk thread cut through the air, producing a subtle, sharp whistling sound that sent chills down your spine.

Jiang Wei stood still, her long, crimson hair swaying slightly in the invisible air currents.

Faced with that terrifying wire mesh capable of cutting through fine steel.

She simply raised her right hand calmly.

call--!
Pure white flames, pure to the extreme, like the most devout holy flames, instantly rose from her palm!

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no raging heat wave.

The pure white flame burned silently.

The moment the overwhelming netting descended and touched the white flames...

Chi chi chi——! ! !
A series of intense, teeth-grinding burning sounds rang out.

The tough threads, strong enough to cut through mountain rocks, touched the pure white flame the instant they did.

Like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.

It turned charred rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the countless broken threads even hit the ground, they were burned into wisps of smoke and completely dissipated.

Within a three-zhang radius around Jiang Wei, an absolute purification domain seemed to have formed.

Any thread that gets too close will be burned!
Liu Rumei's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her proud abilities were so fragile in the face of white fire?
She clenched her teeth and changed her hand seals again.

"Thousand Threads - Dragon Binding Rope!"

Dozens of condensed, almost tangible, cold light chains instantly coalesced, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, piercing Jiang Wei's vital points from tricky angles.

At the same time, her figure flickered, like a ghost weaving through the forest of silk threads, trying to find Jiang Wei's weakness.

Jiang Wei remained motionless.

She simply turned her body slightly, and the pure white flame in her right hand flowed according to her will.

Sometimes it transforms into a condensed beam of light, precisely targeting the nodes of the incoming chains.

At times, it transforms into a rotating ring of fire, burning away the silk threads that entangle it.

The movements possessed an almost artistic elegance.

No matter how fierce and unpredictable Liu Rumei's attacks were, or how cunning and ruthless her angles were.

All of them were easily neutralized by that pure white flame.

Throughout the entire battle, Jiang Wei moved with the ease of a stroll in a garden.

Liu Rumei, however, was like a moth caught in a spider's web.

Despite their seemingly overwhelming offensive, they were actually firmly confined outside of Jiang Wei's purification domain.

It's impossible to actually get close!

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience.

"White Fire... So powerful!"

"This pure white flame is too domineering. Qian Si can't even get close."

"It seems like Bai Huo hasn't used his full strength yet!"

Liu Rumei grew increasingly alarmed as she fought.

She could sense that the other party's power was as vast as the sea and unfathomable.

The purifying power contained within the pure white flames was also a strong counter to her Thousand Threads Secret Technique.

If this continues, defeat is inevitable.

We have to take a gamble!
A resolute glint flashed in Liu Rumei's eyes.

Om-!
All the threads in front of them instantly burst into a blinding blood-red light.

"Thousand Threads: Blood Prison Asura!"

Countless blood-red threads twisted, coiled, and coalesced wildly, as if they were alive!

Ultimately, it transformed into a terrifying Asura phantom, ten zhang tall, with a ferocious face and its body composed of blood-red threads.

The phantom emitted a silent roar.

With an overwhelming aura of ferocity, it swung its enormous, blood-red, thread-like fist down fiercely towards Jiang Wei.

Wherever the fist passed, the air exploded with an unbearable roar.

This was Liu Rumei's desperate attack.

Its power far exceeds that of before.

Faced with this ferocious, blood-red Asura.

Jiang Wei finally made a move.

Her long, crimson hair moved on its own even without wind.

In her clear red eyes, it seemed as if a pure flame was dancing.

She slowly raised her left hand.

Unlike the pure white flame on the right hand.

A tiny, yet pure crimson-gold flame rose from the palm of his left hand!

The flame may be small, but it appears only for a moment.

The temperature in the entire arena seemed to suddenly rise several times over.

An ancient, scorching, and terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

It was as if the sleeping sun had been slightly awakened.

Jiang Wei slowly clasped her hands together.

The pure white holy flames and the domineering crimson gold divine fire merged instantly.

It transformed into a ball of flowing white and gold, radiating a terrifying light that slightly distorted the space itself.

"Burning Sky."

Jiang Wei parted her cherry lips slightly and uttered two cool words.

Gently push forward with both hands.

boom--! ! !
The ball of platinum-colored flames instantly transformed into a massive pillar of light that tore through the heavens and earth.

With an absolute will to burn the eight wastelands, it crashed headlong into the roaring, blood-red Asura.

A blinding white light instantly engulfed everything!
The blood-red phantom of the Asura was like the remnants of snow under the blazing sun.

Unable to put up even the slightest resistance, it instantly melted and disintegrated.

The beam of light, undiminished in its force, slammed into the layers of silken defenses hastily erected by Liu Rumei.

Tsk-!
The layers of tough mesh were pierced in an instant, just like a fragile spider web.

Liu Rumei let out a shrill groan, her body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

The blood that spurted from his mouth drew a glaring red line in the air.

He crashed heavily onto the edge of the ring, dozens of meters away.

After struggling for a few moments, he was ultimately unable to get up again.

"The victor! White Flame!!!"

The referee's excited voice echoed throughout the stadium.

The audience erupted in cheers!
"White fire! White fire!"

"That's too powerful! Even Qian Si couldn't withstand a single blow!"

"What is that platinum flame?! It feels even more terrifying than pure white flame!"

Jiang Wei slowly withdrew her hands.

The intense heat around him quickly subsided.

She glanced at Liu Rumei, who had collapsed in the distance.

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

Her long, bright red hair swayed gently behind her.

Seeing this, Lao Chu and the others in the audience couldn't help but twitch their lips slightly. Lao Chu even looked thoughtful, then turned to Lao Lu and Wei Banmeng next to him for confirmation: "I mean, I don't think I've ever offended Sister Jiang, have I?"

The shock in their eyes had not yet subsided.

Upon hearing this question, they all rolled their eyes in unison.

Then they all fell silent.
After a long while, Wei Banmeng said quietly, "I don't know if we've offended them or not, but I do know that if we don't work harder, we'll fall completely behind Qingzi and Xiao Jiang."

The male colleagues in the team now all call Jiang Wei "Sister Jiang".

Only the sisters call him Xiao Jiang.

And this is what Wei Banmeng said.

This also made everyone feel anxious.

In the player lounge.

The giant light screen was replaying the scene of Jiang Wei's devastating attack.

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

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, Jiang Wei's strength is steadily recovering.

That crimson-gold flame.
It should be a deeper manifestation of the power of her bloodline.

He looked back.

Just then, Shi Hao, who was standing in the opposite corner, seemed to turn his head very slightly.

Those empty, cold eyes, peering through the eye holes of the mask, truly fell upon him for the first time.

That gaze.
There was no emotion whatsoever.

They had no will to fight.

There is only one kind of coldness that locks onto the prey.

And a hint of murderous intent that was forcibly suppressed.

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

at this time.

The door to the lounge was pushed open.

The staff member's voice rang out again, tinged with barely suppressed excitement and trembling:

"Semi-final Match 2! Thor vs. Shi Hao! Players, please prepare to enter the arena!!!"

boom--! ! !
The sound was like a fuse.

It instantly ignited the long-simmering frenzy in the arena outside!

"Thor! Thor! Thor!"

"Shi Hao! Shi Hao! Shi Hao!"

"coming!!!"

"The final match has begun!!!"

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up from the sofa.

Tiny golden arcs of electricity swirled around his body.

crackling sound.

His molten gold vertical pupils calmly met Shi Hao's cold, empty gaze.

Shi Hao also left the wall.

He stood up straight.

Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor.

Made a dull sound.

Like the beating of war drums.

The two were about ten meters apart.

The invisible forces collided violently in the air.

The lights in the lounge seemed to dim a bit.

Fang Qingyu took the first step.

Walk towards the door leading to the final stage.

Shi Hao followed closely behind.

Like a silent shadow.

decisive battle.

Right now!

At the end of the arena's player tunnel, the heavy alloy door slowly slid inward.

It was like opening the floodgates of a boiling furnace.

boom--! ! !
The sound waves, like a landslide or a tsunami, were mixed with scorching air currents.

In an instant, it shattered the last vestige of tranquility in the passage, slamming heavily onto Fang Qingyu and Shi Hao.

“Here they come! They’re coming!!!”

The roars of hundreds of thousands of spectators converged into a violent wave of sound.

With a fervent passion powerful enough to shatter eardrums, it surged wildly beneath the dome.

The passageway beneath our feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Fang Qingyu calmly looked ahead at the noisy world filled with blinding lights and throngs of people.

The face beneath the serpentine mask was expressionless.

Take a step forward.

He calmly stepped onto the special passage leading to the central main arena.

Behind.

Shi Hao followed closely behind.

The two walked one after the other, like two silent gods, along the passage that was the focus of countless burning gazes, toward the final arena.

"Ooooooooooo!!!"

As their figures were fully exposed to the gaze of millions.

The roar of the arena was instantly pushed to an unprecedented peak.

Golden divine lightning bolts, like tiny electric snakes, leaped from Fang Qingyu's body, crackling and popping amidst the frenzied roar.

Shi Hao exuded a heavy, cold, and inhuman aura.

It also seemed to be disturbed by the roar of the mountains and the tsunami.

The end of the passage.

The massive main arena, like an isolated island, floated silently in the center of the bustling crowd.

The arena floor was made of a special alloy that gleamed with a cold metallic light, and it was reflecting the dazzling light from the dome.

Fang Qingyu was the first to step onto the edge of the ring.

moment!

"Thor! Invincible!"

"Tear him apart! Thor!"

The outcry in support of him surged into a raging storm.

Shi Hao followed closely behind, his heavy footsteps landing on the alloy floor.

"Demon Muscle Man! Crush him!"

"Shi Hao! Champion!"

His roar, like a black tidal wave, swept across the land.

The two stood at opposite ends of the ring.

They are 100 meters apart.

The invisible auras collided violently in the center of the arena, like two mountains rising from the ground.

On one side is the majestic power of Heaven, where thunder and lightning arise and vanish.

On one side was an ancient, cold, and lifeless rock.

……

The area where Chu Kuanglan and others were located in the audience seats.

Break free from the silence that had just begun.

At that moment, everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the two figures on the stage.

"They're here." Chu Kuanglan subconsciously held his breath, his big, round eyes widening as he stared intently at the arena. "Qingzi, it's all up to you now!"

If even Fang Qingyu couldn't defeat Shi Hao.
Then it will probably be difficult for Jiang Wei too!
In the arena.

Fang Qingyu's gaze was fixed firmly on Shi Hao opposite him.

【Martial Saint】.

Two red characters were clearly visible above Shi Hao's head.

The title remains unchanged.

But the sense of unease and strangeness was much stronger than it was in the lounge yesterday.

Fang Qingyu has been thinking about this ever since.
I still don't quite understand what changes have occurred in the other person.

The only thing that's certain is the danger.

The Shi Hao before me is more impressive than when he defeated Lin Poyue yesterday.

It's become much more dangerous.
Just as the alarm bells in Fang Qingyu's mind reached their peak.

"The City of Injustice, Tier 3 Tournament, Semifinal Match 2!" The host's excited, almost hoarse voice boomed like thunder through the arena's loudspeakers, instantly igniting the final surge of excitement. "Thor versus Shi Hao!!!"

"A clash of titans, a battle of kings! It's happening now!!!"

"Game start!!!"

boom--! ! !
The word "beginning" was like igniting the fuse of a powder keg.

The pent-up enthusiasm in the audience erupted with a thunderous roar.

"kill--!!!"

"Thor! Smash him!"

"Shi Hao! Run him over!"

Just as the deafening roar was still reverberating in the air...

hum!
At the other end of the arena, Shi Hao's figure suddenly blurred.

The last moment.

He was still a hundred meters away.

The next instant, his face, covered by a dark gray metal mask, appeared like a ghost, less than a meter in front of Fang Qingyu without warning.

A fist, its muscles bulging like cast steel, encased in a black combat suit.

It carried a chilling sense of deathly stillness.

It tore apart the last vestiges of distance between the two.

The air in front of the fist was compressed to the extreme, producing a dull, heart-stopping explosion.

It struck Fang Qingyu's unsuspecting chest directly.

too fast.

It was even faster than when we dealt with Lin Poyue yesterday.

It was faster than any previous game.

It's so fast that it's beyond the reach of sight.

The sound was so fast that the deafening cheers from the audience seemed to be choked, instantly turning into countless gasps of shock.

Countless eyes widened in horror.

Finished!

Thor is an apostle.

To be approached by a physical monster like Shi Hao, especially at a moment when the lightning didn't even seem to have fully coalesced.
The consequences could be disastrous.

Inside the private room, Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and the others experienced sudden cardiac arrest, and their pupils dilated instantly.

Just as that fist, imbued with terrifying power, was about to touch the lightning-patterned mask.
Boom-! ! ! !

A terrifyingly loud, muffled roar suddenly exploded on the arena.

A violent shockwave, centered on the two of them, swept outwards in a circular pattern like an out-of-control hurricane.

The hard alloy of the arena floor cracked and curled inch by inch.

Smoke and dust mixed with shattered metal powder shot into the sky!

what happened? !

Countless spectators instinctively covered their ears, widened their eyes, and stared intently at the dust-filled center of the collision.

The shockwave subsided, and the smoke and dust slowly settled.

When visibility returned, the entire arena fell into an unprecedented silence.

Time seemed to freeze.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze in disbelief and horror.

I saw
Fang Qingyu remained firmly rooted to the spot, his feet seemingly planted in the ground.

The ground beneath our feet was cracked and sunken in a spiderweb pattern.

His raised right hand, with its five fingers spread, firmly gripped Shi Hao's fist that was hurtling towards him.

The air still reverberated with a low, booming sound from where fists and palms collided.

blocked!
Thor actually managed to take a fatal punch from the Muscle Man with just one hand?!

What chilled everyone even more was Fang Qingyu's current state.

His body was still surrounded by dazzling golden divine lightning, crackling and radiating majestic heavenly power.

but!
Beneath that supremely masculine golden lightning.

A burst of dark red, blood-red smoke erupted!

This aura of blood and smoke has an almost viscous liquid texture, is reddish-black, and exudes a ferocious aura that makes one's heart tremble.

Golden Divine Firmament and Dark Red Qi and Blood.

Two completely different forces, which should have been mutually exclusive, were now strangely intertwined and wrapped around Fang Qingyu's body.

It formed a layer of armor that resembled a mixture of lava and lightning.
And within that intertwined golden and red energy light.

On either side of Thor's head, there seemed to be two sharp objects protruding.

However, it was completely enveloped by thunder and blood energy.
I can't see what's inside.

And this scene.
It was clearly recorded by everyone.

The raging divine thunder roared and leaped around Fang Qingyu.

A fierce, dark red aura surged and roared across the body's surface.

Golden divinity and dark red demonic power!
At this moment, they are perfectly integrated in Fang Qingyu!
Fang Qingyu stood there quietly.

His right hand gripped Shi Hao's fist, a fist powerful enough to shatter everything, while his molten gold vertical pupils stared coldly through the mask at the other's empty eye sockets.

Fang Qingyu at this moment.
Divinity and demonic nature are unified!

Like a combination of angel and devil.

"hiss--!!!"

After a brief moment of dead silence.

It was a sound that swept across the entire arena.

Countless people gaped, their eyes bulging, as if they had witnessed the most incredible miracle.

"Oh my god!!!"

"What is that?! What kind of power is that?!"

"Qi and blood?! The Qi and blood erupting from Thor's body is martial arts Qi and blood?! Isn't he an apostle?! Why can he still use Qi and blood???"

"Could Thor actually be a martial saint?!"

Discussions immediately arose.

In the audience, Lao Chu and the others also frowned deeply and stood up immediately.

Looking at the scene of Qingyu's blood and thunder merging on the stage.

There was no surprise in anyone's eyes.

Instead, it was solemn.

They knew that Fang Qingyu possessed both martial arts and divine cultist systems.
Even at the very beginning when I first found out.

Old Chu asked before, wondering if they could be combined and used.

Fang Qingyu didn't hide it at the time.

Therefore, they also knew that system integration was Fang Qingyu's last trump card.

but now.
The game has just started.

Aoko then revealed her trump card.

This means that this battle is much more difficult than they imagined.

On the stage.

Just as Lao Chu and the others had thought.

Fang Qingyu's decision to merge the Divine Firmament Envoy and Martial Arts Grandmaster systems at this moment was somewhat out of necessity.

Because Shi Hao's punch was too fast.

It was more than twice as fast as the previous battles.

Fang Qingyu's fighting instincts almost subconsciously activated the fusion of his two systems, which is how he managed to clench his fist.

But then the cards are revealed.
It doesn't mean there are no cards left.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu's heart remained calm at this moment.

Looking at Shi Hao, whose eyes remained completely expressionless, he said softly:

"Come on. Let me see what kind of monster you really are."

(End of this chapter)