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Chapter 346 Match-fixing!? This time, they really won by too much!!
Upon hearing this...
Fang Qingyu understood instantly.

If what Da Lei said is true.

The gods spoke, and these gods were on the side of humanity.

I know that Nüba is the same as Hanba.

They would definitely hand Jiang Wei over without hesitation.

Fang Qingyu's mind went blank for a moment.

so.
If, when the gods descend, there truly is a god on the side of humanity who desires the power of reincarnation within Jiang Wei.

So, would I then be at odds with the entire human race?
They might even be condemned as selfish and ungrateful sinners who disregard the survival of humanity.

This means he will face endless pursuit and condemnation.

It may even become a new drought demon.

This assumption is a bit too harsh.

But Fang Qingyu knew very well that this possibility was actually quite high.

a long time.

Fang Qingyu's emotions gradually calmed down.

He raised his head, his face regaining its previous calm, and met Da Lei's gaze. His voice was a little hoarse, but exceptionally clear:

"So, the drought demon chose to join the Fate Demon?"

Fang Qingyu tried to understand the choice made by that powerful being.

“Yes.” Da Lei’s voice also lowered. “This is a lesson she, or rather, they, learned through countless cycles of reincarnation, with blood and fire. Humans cannot be trusted. At least, when it comes to their fundamental interests and fears, they cannot be trusted.”

He paused, his expression becoming incredibly complex.

“In countless previous reincarnations, Drought Demon always died before Lady Nuba.” Da Lei’s voice carried a heavy sense of remembrance. “Because of her power attributes and her way of doing things, she was more easily misunderstood, demonized, and pushed out to bear all the blame and anger.”

"Her reputation is far worse than that of Lady Nuba, making her a more suitable outlet for human fear and resentment. Her demise is exchanged for Lady Nuba's temporary peace and respite; this is a silent understanding between them."

After saying that, Da Lei turned his gaze to the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

"But this time, Lady Drought Demon is unwilling to follow the old ways. She has chosen a different path."

"A more difficult and dangerous path, but also one that contains a glimmer of hope."

His gaze abruptly shifted back, fixing fixedly on Fang Qingyu's face:

"She wants to rely on the terrifying strength of the Fate Demon camp, which is enough to rival the gods, to fight for a chance to survive in this upcoming, unprecedented catastrophe."

Then Da Lei leaned forward slightly, his voice booming in Fang Qingyu's ear:

"And you, Fang Qingyu!"

"Whether Lady Nuba can survive this calamity and break free from this endless cycle of fate depends on you!"

After listening, Fang Qingyu remained silent for a while, then raised his head with a calm expression.

"You don't need to tell me, I will protect her. But there's something I'm curious about."

"Since you so-called protectors exist, why has Jiang Wei never truly grown up in each reincarnation? What exactly are you protecting?!"

He couldn't understand.

According to Jiang Wei, people like Da Lei...

Actually, there is more than one.

Moreover, with their formidable strength, how could they possibly fail to protect Jiang Wei?

When Da Lei heard Fang Qingyu's almost interrogative words, instead of showing anger, he revealed an extremely bitter smile.

"Guardian?"

Da Lei's voice carried an overwhelming sense of self-deprecation, "Fang Qingyu, you overestimate us."

He slowly raised his hand.

That hand had distinct knuckles and contained the power to tear mountains apart.

At this moment, however, I feel somewhat powerless.

This is not the first time the gods have descended.

“Every so often, when the spatial barrier loosens, a group of gods will descend upon this place. Without exception, their target is Lady Nuba and the source of reincarnation that sustains her within her body.”

“My ancestors all sacrificed themselves while trying to stop the gods.”

"Our Da Hong lineage's only stance is that of Lady Nuba."

"Even if it means being an enemy of humans, an ally of ghosts, or an enemy of all the gods, as long as I can protect Lady Nuba."

"Including me, of course."

Da Lei's voice carried a calmness that came from having long since seen through life and death:

"You can rest assured, when this cataclysm of the gods' full descent begins..."

"I will definitely... die before you."

Da Lei slowly stood up and looked down at Fang Qingyu, who was still sitting on the futon.

"And what I want you to do for me is after I die."

"Protect Lady Nuba!"

"No matter the cost, no matter the enemy, even if it means going against the gods, against all of humanity, even if it means bearing eternal infamy and being condemned to the deepest hell!"

He stared intently into Fang Qingyu's eyes, enunciating each word clearly:
Fang Qingyu

"can you do it?"

As for the answer to this question

From the moment Fang Qingyu obtained that piece of bone.

The answer is already there.

The next day.

The dawn had not yet completely dispelled the thin mist over the city of injustice.

The area around the massive central arena was already bustling with noise, the clamor reaching the heavens.

Yesterday's semi-final match between Thor Fang Qingyu and the divine creation, a battle that was devastating and earth-shattering, still resonates in the air, igniting the passion of the entire city.

Today is the highly anticipated final day of the Tier 3 tournament.

Although almost everyone knew it.

Yesterday's semi-final match between Thor and Shi Hao, which exceeded all expectations, already foreshadowed the championship outcome.

But this did not dampen people's enthusiasm in the slightest.

Who would refuse to witness the coronation of the new leader of the City of Injustice?
Moreover, the other side in the final.

It is equally powerful, with a unique temperament, and has countless fans.

"Thor! Thor! Thor—!"

"White Fire! White Fire Goddess!!"

The enormous sound waves, like a real tsunami, crashed against the dome of the arena, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

fervent slogans arose one after another.

Many people had their faces painted with gold paint symbolizing thunder and waved homemade, makeshift flags.

Some people were holding up signs painted with white flames.

It's common knowledge that Thor and Whitefire knew each other.

This made today's final less cutthroat and cutthroat.

"What do you think we should do today? Will the Goddess of White Fire just concede defeat?"

"Admit defeat? How could I! That's white fire! Even if I can't beat Thor, I should at least be able to exchange a few blows, right?"

"Exactly! The Goddess of White Fire is absolutely top-tier in strength, it's just that Thor is too monstrous! But it's definitely going to be a spectacular showdown!"

"Hehe, who cares who wins or loses? Just seeing Thor and Whitefire standing on the final stage together makes this ticket worth a hundred times over! Just seeing the two of them together is a feast for the eyes!"

"That's right! Thor is majestic and domineering, while White Flame is aloof and unparalleled—a perfect match!"

The cheers and jeers mingled with the waves of applause, creating a relaxed and excited atmosphere.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating it.

Looking forward to this showdown that is destined to be recorded in the history of the City of Injustice.

……

In the player lounge.

The atmosphere was completely different from the hustle and bustle outside.

Fang Qingyu changed into a clean combat uniform and closed his eyes to rest, his aura calm and restrained.

The fatigue left by yesterday's fierce battle and the tiny cracks on my body.

With ample rest and its own strong recovery ability, it has basically recovered.

Jiang Wei sat on the sofa opposite him, her long, bright red hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders.

She held a cup of hot water in both hands.

Her clear red eyes gazed absently at the rising steam from the rim of the cup, seemingly lost in thought.

"Still thinking about yesterday?"

Fang Qingyu opened his eyes, his molten gold vertical pupils looking at her with a gentle smile.

Jiang Wei snapped out of her reverie, gently shook her head, and put down her water glass. "No. I was just thinking about how to play today." She tilted her head. "Should I just admit defeat?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled and shook his head: "No. There are so many people outside, they're here for the two of us. If we admit defeat right away, we'll probably get a lot of flak."

Jiang Wei's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was seriously considering this question.

A moment later, her eyes suddenly lit up. She leaned forward slightly, beckoned to Fang Qingyu, and said in a low voice, "How about we do this?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly moved when he saw the rare lively expression on her face.

He also leaned forward slightly and brought his ear closer.

Jiang Wei leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and spoke in a very low voice, quickly sharing her thoughts.

As Fang Qingyu listened, the smile on his face grew wider and wider.

After Jiang Wei finished speaking, she straightened up and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, we'll do it your way."

……

"Ladies and gentlemen! The most exciting moment in the City of Injustice has finally arrived!!!"

The host's voice was so excited it almost cracked.

It was accompanied by deafening cheers and dazzling lights.

This ignited the start of the final.

"Now! Let's give them our loudest applause and cheers!"

"Welcome to the white fire that purifies all filth and burns away all things!!!"

boom--!
A white beam of light descended, and Jiang Wei's figure appeared at one end of the arena.

She was still wearing that pure white mask, and her long, crimson hair flowed like lava under the lights. Her cool and aloof demeanor instantly attracted everyone's attention.

A roaring, tsunami-like wave of white flames swept in.

"as well as!!!"

The host's voice suddenly rose, filled with boundless reverence and fervor.

"Our undisputed king, the Thunder God who sweeps away all powerful enemies with his majestic divine might!"

Boom——! ! !
A golden pillar of lightning crashed down.

Fang Qingyu's figure appeared in the dazzling golden light, his face covered by a thunder pattern mask.

In an instant, Thor's roar completely engulfed the entire arena like a tsunami.

The sound almost lifted the dome off its surface.

Countless people were so excited that their faces turned red, waving their arms and expressing their admiration for the newly crowned king.

The referee took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and announced loudly:

"The City of Injustice Tier 3 Tournament, Final Round".

"Thor versus White Flame!"

"Game start!!"

"Ooooooooooo!!!"

Amidst the deafening cheers of anticipation from the audience.

The two people on the ring moved.

It was more intense than expected.

Judging from the visuals alone, neither Thor nor Whitefire held back at all.

They threw all their skills at the opponent as if they were recklessly throwing them at him.

For a while.

The entire arena transformed into a magnificent stage interwoven with gold and white.

A blinding golden light tore through the air.

The pure white flames burned silently.

The raging thunder and the holy flames collided fiercely.

The smoke and dust were stirred up by the blast wave and then burned away by the white flames!

The arena floor was constantly blasting open new craters under the intense bombardment, with debris flying everywhere.

The visual effects are top-notch, and the sound and light effects are explosive.

"My God! That's so cool!!"

"That speed, that power, it's incredible!!"

"Thor! White fire! Aaaaaah!!"

"This is what a clash between top-tier experts looks like!"

"Worth it! This ticket was totally worth it!!!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

The vast majority of viewers were completely engrossed, their blood boiling, cheering wildly for every thrilling dodge and every spectacular clash.

In their eyes, the golden and white light was the ultimate expression of power and beauty.

However, in certain areas of the stands.

The expressions on the faces of those experts who had reached the third rank were somewhat subtle.

A third-tier Martial Saint with a short beard twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth as he watched the intense but somewhat lacking exchange of blows on the arena. He couldn't help but mutter to his companion beside him, "Hey, Old Li, why do I feel like this fight is... a bit too good to watch?"

The third-tier chosen one next to him, known as Old Li, was watching with great interest.

Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and patted his companion on the shoulder: "Old Zhang, you're just too serious. Isn't it enough that it looks good? Look how happy everyone is!"

He pointed to the enthusiastic, glued-to-the-eye audience around him, lowered his voice, and said with a mischievous smile, "So what if they throw the match? It's better than Whitefire just conceding and leaving everyone watching helplessly, right? Thor and Whitefire are trying to appease everyone and make them happy. What's that called? That's called social etiquette! Don't you understand?"

The short-bearded martial saint, Old Zhang, looked at the lightning flames flying all over the arena, full of special effects but clearly deviating from their fatal trajectory, and then looked at the audience around him who were caught up in the jubilation.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly, a wry smile on his face: "Fine... what you're saying doesn't seem wrong."

This meticulously choreographed showdown, packed with special effects, lasted for about ten minutes.

Finally, in a seemingly perilous encounter...

Fang Qingyu's condensed golden lightning spear grazed past Jiang Wei's edge.

The shock forced him to stagger back several steps, his breathing slightly disordered.

Seeing this, the referee immediately seized the opportunity and announced loudly:

"The victor is Thor!!!"

"Thor! Thor! Thor—!!!"

The thunderous cheers reached their peak in an instant.

Golden ribbons and light effects symbolizing victory poured down from the dome, turning the entire arena into a sea of ​​celebration.

Although the process was somewhat embellished, Thor's strength is undeniable, and he deserved the championship.

This did not stop people from giving the warmest applause and respect to the newly crowned king.

Amidst the roaring cheers, a figure appeared silently in the center of the arena, as if he had always been there.

It was none other than the city lord, Da Lei.

He was carrying a box, about the size of a portable safe.

Da Lei's gaze swept calmly over the cheering crowd.

Ultimately, the blame fell on Fang Qingyu.

He stepped forward slowly and handed the heavy metal box to Fang Qingyu.

"Congratulations." Da Lei's voice clearly reached Fang Qingyu's ears. "This is the reward that the champion of this competition deserves, as well as the pure crystals of all twelve of you. They are all inside."

"Thank you."

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

Da Lei gave Fang Qingyu a deep look, his lips moved slightly, and he said in a very soft voice that only the two of them could hear:

"I hope you will keep your promise to me."

Before Fang Qingyu could respond, Da Lei's figure faded away silently, as if blending into the air.

Fang Qingyu then raised his head.

He glanced at the still-cheering audience and, for the first time, slowly waved to the massive, surging crowd.

This simple gesture reignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

"Thor! Thor!"

"look here!"

Amidst even more fervent cheers and countless ardent gazes, Fang Qingyu stopped and turned to walk towards the contestants' passage.

Jiang Wei followed suit.

The two quickly disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

At the side exit of the arena, an off-road vehicle had been waiting for a long time.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei were seen appearing.

Qi Hao, in the driver's seat, immediately started the engine.

The two quickly opened the car door and got into the back seat.

As soon as the car door closed, Qi Hao stepped on the gas, and the SUV shot off like an arrow, merging into the traffic on the street.

"Qingzi, Sister Jiang!"

Qi Hao skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, weaving through the congested traffic.

While quickly reporting, his tone was filled with excitement, "The Gray Rock District is basically stable! With two third-tier Martial Saints, Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen, in charge, plus Chairman Yan, those few gangs on the outskirts who still had some ulterior motives had no power to resist at all and were directly swallowed up by us. Now, the entire Gray Rock District is still nominally a mixed bag, but in reality, 99% of the control is in the hands of our Azure Dragon Gang. Liu San and Su Qiang are handling the aftermath and integrating resources."

Fang Qingyu hugged the heavy box and nodded slightly.

This result was within his expectations.

With Yan Lin personally taking action, along with Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen, two experienced third-tier martial saints, they were more than capable of sweeping away the remaining obstacles in the gray rock area.

Otherwise, Fang Qingyu wouldn't have asked Wei Banmeng to do something impossible.

After a moment's thought, he added, "Rat, when we get back to headquarters, immediately notify everyone in the squad to return. Remember, it has to be the same group that was with us when we first arrived in Injustice City."

Qi Hao was taken aback, and several names flashed through his mind.

Old Chu, Wei Banmeng, Old Lu, Su Wanqing, Old Qin, Old Qiao, Lü Chen, plus myself.

There were eight people in total, plus Qingzi and Sister Jiang.

He nodded immediately: "Understood! I'll let you know when I get back!"

The car quickly left the bustling core area and entered the limestone district.

Before long, the SUV drove into the villa area where the Green Dragon Gang headquarters was located.

We stopped in front of the detached villa.

This is still their core stronghold for the time being.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei quickly got out of the car.

Fang Qingyu was holding the box full of pure crystals in one arm.

Without pausing for a moment, he walked straight toward the heavy alloy door leading to the underground training room inside the villa.

Only Jiang Wei and Qi Hao remained in the living room.

Qi Hao immediately took out his phone and began contacting the person Fang Qingyu had mentioned earlier.

Very efficient.

Less than twenty minutes later, accompanied by the roar of engines and the sound of hurried footsteps.

Chu Kuanglan and six others returned to the villa one after another, travel-worn and exhausted.

A hint of doubt and solemnity lingered on everyone's face.

Obviously, Qi Hao did not explain the specific reason in the phone call.

It was only emphasized that it was an emergency summons by Fang Qingyu.

"Rat! What's going on?" Chu Kuanglan shouted as soon as he entered the door, his eyes scanning the somewhat empty living room. "Where's Qingzi?"

Qi Hao scratched his head, looking equally bewildered: "I don't know either. As soon as Qingzi and Sister Jiang came back, Qingzi went straight into the underground training room and asked me to call you back."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their confusion deepening.

Just then, Jiang Wei, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, stood up.

She was carrying several small boxes.

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, Jiang Wei walked straight up to Wei Banmeng.

Her clear red eyes looked into Wei Banmeng's cold yet questioning gaze, and she said calmly, "Qingzi asked me to give this to you."

As he spoke, he handed over a small box.

He said that you need to break through to the third level within the next two days.

Wei Banmeng subconsciously took the box; it felt slightly heavy in her hand.

An unbelievable thought flashed through my mind in an instant.

Before she could even ask a question, Jiang Wei had already moved on to the next person.

Chu Kuanglan.

The same small box was handed to Chu Kuanglan.

"Old Chu, this is from Qingzi. Break through to the third rank within two days."

Chu Kuanglan was stunned. His big, round eyes widened as he looked at the box, then at Jiang Wei. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Then came the others.

However, if Lao Qin and his group are at the first level, then they will change their third level to the second level.

Within a minute, Jiang Wei personally handed eight boxes to each person.

Silence filled the living room.

Wei Banmeng was the first to react.

She didn't speak, but silently unfastened the clasp on the small metal box in her hand.

"Click."

The lid popped open.

Inside were neatly arranged pure crystals.

That quantity.
It was more than enough to support her to steadily cross the threshold that countless martial artists dream of from the peak of the second tier, and step into the third tier Martial Saint realm.

Chu Kuanglan and the others also opened the boxes in their hands almost at the same time.

It contains pure crystals, enough for them to break through to the third tier.

The boxes in Qi Hao's group of four were smaller.

But the number inside is enough for them to reach the second tier.

Just then, Jiang Wei looked at the shocked, excited, and somewhat bewildered expressions on everyone's faces, as if she had expected this.

A faint yet warm smile appeared on her cool, aloof face.

Then he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and held it up in front of everyone.

The note bore Fang Qingyu's familiar handwriting, containing only a few simple and bold characters:

Stop talking nonsense and get back to training!

It was followed by three bold and large exclamation marks.

The force was so strong it seemed to penetrate the paper, as if one could hear his roar.

"puff"

Su Wanqing was the first to burst out laughing when she looked at the note and then at everyone's expressions.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath and made no further hesitation.

She slammed the box shut, hugged it tightly to her chest, and was the first to turn around and head towards the underground training room.

Chu Kuanglan rubbed his sore nose vigorously.

He slapped his thigh hard, then grabbed the box and strode after him.

Lu Jiuyuan silently closed the box, nodded to Jiang Wei and the others, and followed without saying a word.

So does everyone else.

He silently followed in Wei Banmeng's footsteps.

Soon, the living room returned to silence, leaving only Jiang Wei alone.

She walked to the sofa and sat down, picking up the glass of water that had cooled slightly again. Her clear red eyes gazed in the direction of the underground training room, a gentle smile on her face.

My memory returned to last night, after returning from the city lord's mansion.

At that time, Fang Qingyu was sitting at his desk in the room, with a piece of paper spread out in front of him, covered with dense numbers and names. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was calculating something.

"What are you calculating?" Jiang Wei asked curiously as she leaned closer.

Fang Qingyu raised his head, his molten gold vertical pupils smiling: "Calculate how many pure crystals they need for their breakthroughs."

Jiang Wei was taken aback, and her delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed: "Don't you need it? You need a huge amount of resources to break through to the third level and for your subsequent cultivation, right?"

Fang Qingyu shook his head and pointed to the huge number finally calculated on the paper: "I need it, but this time we won too much. I won't need this much to break through to the third rank. As for the remaining pure crystals, instead of using them for my cultivation at the third rank, it would be better to help them break through to the next rank. That would be more helpful to me."

That's how the scene of Jiang Wei distributing boxes in the living room came about.

Fang Qingyu's decision was not about sacrificing his own interests for the greater good.

Firstly, four of the twelve Heavenly Kings were eliminated in the round of 16.

There are 200 here.

而在8进4的时候，有4个8强，有240枚。

The third and fourth place winners received another 160 medals, Jiang Wei, the runner-up, received 100 medals, and Fang Qingyu received 150 medals.

That adds up to a full 850 pure crystals!!!
Fang Qingyu has more than enough to use.

He roughly estimated that even if he raised both the Martial Arts Grandmaster and the World Patrolman to the peak of the second tier, it would still be difficult to achieve the desired results.

Only 530 can be used.

There are 320 left.

These 320 coins are definitely not enough to advance one's level in the third tier.

That's why Fang Qingyu made this decision.

……

Underground training room.

The heavy alloy door shut out all outside noise.

The space here is spacious, and the walls and floors are covered with special sound-absorbing and reinforcing materials.

At this moment, the main lights in the room are not on.

Only a few floor lamps embedded in the corners of the walls emitted a dim and soft light.

Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the futon in the center of the cultivation room.

The box containing the pure crystal has been opened.

A large number of items were arranged in a circle around Fang Qingyu.

Piles of Qi and Blood Crystals, and Life Beads.

These were all gifts from that big idiot Luo family member, and they still haven't used them all.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the mountain of resources piled up before him.

The vertical pupils, gleaming with molten gold, remained calm and undisturbed.

time is limited.

The Heavenly Punishment Society will at most help them delay for another two days.

So we have to hurry.

Fang Qingyu slowly closed his eyes.

His divine thoughts sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

hum-

An invisible force field quietly spread out from Fang Qingyu.

The futon beneath him moved on its own without any wind.

The Qi and Blood Crystals and Life Beads placed around it seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and began to tremble slightly.

Fang Qingyu's aura was like a dormant volcano.

It began to climb steadily and terrifyingly.

Breakthrough, now is the time!
(End of this chapter)