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Chapter 96: Like a demon lord descending from heaven, truly a god of war on earth! (13-word update, please subscribe!)

".you!?"

The silver-haired old man choked for a moment.

I couldn't believe my ears.

How dare a junior humiliate me in front of so many people!?
However, the martial arts master next to him suddenly interrupted him.

They didn't let the situation remain deadlocked.

"Master Yu is not qualified to participate. Please invite the participants from Tianhai Martial Arts School to enter."

That's just how the rules are.

Anyone can take on the challenge.

If you don't want to accept it, then admit defeat.

"call"

"Tianhai Martial Arts School, Xie Lin!"

In the end, Xie Lin still went onto the field.

Surrendering without a fight is a cardinal sin for a warrior!
Even if the previous person had just been killed instantly and carried onto a stretcher.

But martial artists.

It means having the courage to step forward when facing an invincible force.
The psychological preparation is not yet over.

But the fist-and-palm salute ended.

Xie Lin's eyes suddenly widened, and he hastily raised his hands, his pupils filled with a bright red light.

boom--

The next second, the muffled sound of a battering ram striking the barbican exploded in my ears.

He felt as if he had been hit by a mountain.

The red light in my line of sight is rapidly shrinking.

He ended up with the same fate as the previous one, crashing hard into the coiled dragon pillar, his energy dissipating.

When I closed my eyes, everything went black.

Fang Qingyu wins!

The martial arts master kept up with the real-time situation of the competition.

Another instant sell-out!?
The others who were observing immediately frowned.

It was alright when the first person was instantly killed.

It could be said that they underestimated their opponent and were lucky.

But the second person couldn't have been unprepared, and that's exactly what happened.

It's still just one move.
Their strength is somewhat terrifying.

These are the thoughts of the martial arts participants.

In the eyes of their respective red-named warrior leaders.

This is more than just terrifying, it's downright perverted.

"Don't go! He hasn't even used his internal energy yet!!"

Seeing that some people around them were about to make a move, some of the red-named martial artists quickly restrained their own prodigies.

Now it depends on whether Fang Qingyu will come down.

One round of challenges has ended.

It is possible to rest.

Fang Qingyu has already played two rounds in a row.

Now I see him walking towards his seat.

They should be resting, what a load of crap!
Fang Qingyu was even more arrogant this time.

Walk to a row of seats.

Suddenly, he lifted his foot and crushed the floor tile.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread to the table in front of it, making the teacups clatter and rattle.

"Excuse me."

He tapped his fingertip across four faces filled with shock and anger, saying, "Friends from Qixia, Wanshou, Qingya, and Bailu Pavilions."

"Everyone, please enlighten me!"

After saying that, he immediately performed a fist and palm salute.

no way.
It's still too slow!!!
I didn't think much of it at first, but after finishing the second game, I looked up and saw...

The large venue was packed with people.

I did a quick mental calculation.

There are approximately 10 slots available per province.

The entire venue combined.

There were several hundred contestants.

If we fight them one by one, it might take until tomorrow.

The wariness in these people's eyes is especially evident now.

In addition, some people dawdle every time they take on a challenge.

If this pace continues...

half an hour.

It's simply an impossible task.

Fang Qingyu was unsure whether his actions were in accordance with the rules.

The only way to get rich is to take risks.

Anyway, the middle-aged man didn't say that you can't challenge several people at the same time.

"Holy crap!"

"That's fucking brutal!!!"

Tang Lingchuan, sitting in the distance, had a slightly flushed expression.

And those who know how to have fun.

For example, the team leader standing to the side had already taken out his phone to record a video.

He is also a warrior of the Bureau of Justice.

Having attended the recent promotion ceremony together, I know exactly what kind of freak Fang Qingyu is.

"Our Qingjian City is really going to become famous this time, huh?"

"can."

Just as everyone in the room was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

As soon as the word "can" was uttered, the air seemed to ripple like the surface of a lake after a massive boulder had been thrown in.

It caused everyone to hold their breath for a moment.
They all turned their heads away.

Looking at the old man under the character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts), he remained seated there, unmoved.

"Please invite the four martial arts school participants to enter the arena."

Upon hearing this, the martial arts master immediately stepped forward and calmly looked at the spot Fang Qingyu was pointing to.

Less than a minute.

After listening to the explanation from the red-named martial artist next to me.

Four faces, as black as the bottom of a pot, rose one after another from beside the table.

Everyone here is a top performer who has fought their way up from several cities in a province.

To be challenged by one person at the same time.

This is undoubtedly a rather embarrassing thing.

It would be good if we won.

If we lose
The consequences are too scary to imagine.

The four of them stood in front of Fang Qingyu.

Activate the Qi and Blood Method and the Visualization Method in advance.

Thin, cicada-wing-like blood mist seeped from his pores, mingling with the transparent energy.

The moment their eyes met.

The first Qixia Pavilion disciple to pounce had his fist already at his face.

Fang Qingyu lowered his waist and met the attack with a fist.

The two shockwaves collided and exploded into visible ripples. The opponent's sleeves were torn to shreds, and he was thrown seven zhang away by the force of the shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground.

The body's blood and energy dissipated simultaneously.

On the other side, a burly man from Wanshou Pavilion stood firmly on the ground, and a cannonball came crashing down from the side with a muffled thunderous sound.

Fang Qingyu did not retreat an inch.

The shoulders and back were like a heavy spear, shaking and striking hard.

With a loud thud as fists collided, the burly man was pushed back more than a dozen steps, each step leaving a shallow dent in the blue bricks, until he finally knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

His eyes were full of fear.

Is this a human or a ghost?!
But before they could exchange words, the third disciple from Qingya Pavilion had already launched a flying kick into the air and crashed to the ground like a meteor.

Fang Qingyu raised his arm to take the blow head-on.

With a loud bang, he grabbed the opponent's calf with his left hand and threw him away.

He then quickly turned around.

The last one, the woman from Bailu Pavilion, had already unleashed her sword with a chilling edge.

Fang Qingyu flicked his fingers along the spine of the sword.

The steel longsword bent into a full moon and then suddenly straightened, the immense force causing the hilt to fly out of his hand and embed itself in the floor ten feet away, vibrating with a buzzing sound.

The woman staggered backward. Fang Qingyu then followed up with a light kick.

This is the end.

The battle is over.

Fang Qingyu stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the cracked ground.

The four martial arts disciples were either leaning against the railing or kneeling on the ground, their bodies unharmed but unable to gather their inner energy again.

"The victor is Fang Qingyu!"

It was another match with no suspense whatsoever.

Let's not discuss the issue of visualization techniques.

Even in his current state, Fang Qingyu's limits are unclear.

How to fight this! ?

Even those who were originally quite confident in their abilities hesitated at this moment.

And they hesitated.

Now it was Fang Qingyu's turn to get anxious.

Three minutes have passed since he came on.

If he keeps dawdling like this, he won't finish even if he keeps taking on challenges.

Unless you can take on hundreds of people at once.
But this is impossible.

We must come up with some inhuman methods.

Fang Qingyu suddenly chuckled.

She bent down and swept all her hair back.

When I looked up again.

His eyes changed.

His brows held a hint of ferocity, and his toes crunched over the broken bricks with a flat yet jarring sound.

"I originally didn't plan to participate in this competition."

"But my coach asked me if I was interested in sparring with martial artists from all over the Federation."

"So here I am."

After saying that, Fang Qingyu looked around, his calm gaze, as still as a stagnant pool, sweeping over each of the participating martial arts students.

"but now"

"I am disappointed."

Upon hearing this, several martial arts apprentices immediately became restless.

But he was pulled down by the martial artist beside him.

"Young people should understand that there are always mountains beyond mountains."

At the same time, an elderly man calmly retorted, his voice not loud but very clear.

"No one thinks they're invincible just because they've beaten a few people, right?!"

Some people deliberately use a high-pitched, sarcastic tone.

For a while.

The venue was somewhat noisy.

However, Fang Qingyu didn't speak, the old man didn't speak, and the martial arts master didn't speak either.

Let them chatter away.

They argued and made a fuss, but that's all they did.

In the end, no challengers went up on stage.

Until the sound disappeared.

Silence returned to the venue.

Fang Qingyu smiled.

He only smiled for two seconds before his expression returned to its usual calm and collected state as he looked at everyone around him.

"It's ok."

"Since you like watching while kneeling..."

"Then I'll let you see enough!!!"

The last syllable still echoed in the dome.

Suddenly, countless golden lines lit up on Fang Qingyu's exposed skin.

Those patterns are like the reflection of a galaxy naturally engraved in one's divine bones, flowing from the hollow of the collarbone to the waist, and spreading from the shoulder blade to the fingertips.

Each golden line shimmered with a liquid metallic sheen beneath the skin.

The muscles undulated like lava surging through the cracks of a snow-capped mountain.

The left pupil transformed into a swirling solar prominence, with molten gold etching layers of burning star rings onto the iris; the right eye solidified into a silver moon, with shattered ice crystals floating deep within its pupil.

The two divine qualities blend perfectly beneath the brow bone, with golden patterns appearing and disappearing among the strands of hair.

For a while.

His backlit body resembled a chalcedony statue sculpted by an ancient giant god.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

There was no time to react.

Fang Qingyu suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Before the lingering shadow could dissipate, the person was already standing in front of a table.

I couldn't even tell who was who.

Om-!
The moment the long sword was drawn, golden arcs of light burst forth from its blade.

The blade tip pointed forward and sliced ​​through a patch.

The voice was sarcastic.

"Gentlemen, are you willing to fight?!"

The last word, imbued with the power of dragon and tiger, exploded in everyone's ears.

However, the entire martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence.

At least several dozen people had just been pointed at by Fang Qingyu, but they seemed to be nailed to the spot by the oppressive force of a god shattering the heavenly gate.

The sound of someone swallowing saliva, their Adam's apple bobbing, could be clearly heard.

Before the fight even started, cold sweat seeped down the back of my clothes, leaving dark stains.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu turned his head expressionlessly, his heterochromatic eyes sweeping over the martial arts master: "How long has it been since you accepted a challenge to be considered a loser?"

Whether it's a misreading or an illusion, the martial arts master's lips seem to be slightly parted.

However, they replied very quickly.

"3 minutes."

Fang Qingyu lowered his eyes and chuckled softly: "Then we'll wait."

Seeing this, the several red-named martial artists looked a little impatient and were about to speak.
It suddenly felt like a red-hot iron block had been stuffed into my throat.

The veins on their necks bulged, and their knuckles clenched the table so tightly they cracked, yet they couldn't utter a single groan.

The air in the entire martial arts arena seemed to have been drawn into a vacuum.

In an instant, all eyes turned to the old man under the character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts).

"Go ahead and challenge this genius. It might not be a bad thing to recognize the gap between us."

A few seconds later.

People started to step forward.

Some people chose to abstain.

Some people waited for their team leader to speak, until their time was up and they were eliminated.

In the end, only about twenty people stood in front of Fang Qingyu.

not bad.

In one fell swoop, fifty or sixty people were eliminated.

That speed is just right!!

Fang Qingyu immediately saw hope in completing the old man's task.

"very good."

"Come and fight!"

He flashed into the crowd with his sword flashing in the golden light.

Before the twenty-odd figures could form a battle formation, a golden arc of light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, exploded outwards.

The divine patterns all over Fang Qingyu's body seemed to move about as if they were alive.

Before the blade even arrived, the surging energy had already plowed through the air, leaving golden afterimages.

The protective blood mist of the twenty martial arts disciples evaporated and dissipated as soon as it came into contact with the blazing sun, just like morning dew meeting the scorching sun.

Some people set up an iron chain across the river to defend themselves, but they were sent flying ten feet away along with their weapons amidst the swirling golden patterns.

Some tried to surround them with a combined attack, but they watched helplessly as Fang Qingyu leaped into the air on their shoulders, his upside-down blade slashing out a ring of air currents.

All the surrounding tables and desks shattered.

The copper rings on the dragon pillar jingled.

Amidst the smoke and dust, only crisscrossing golden lines could be seen; with each flash of light, three to five people were sent flying backward.
Tang Lingchuan had already crushed the teacup in his hand, and the scalding tea dripped through his fingers, but he felt nothing.

As Fang Qingyu stepped over the unconscious bodies scattered on the ground, he raised his head and sheathed his sword.

He gazed at the boy in the arena whose golden markings were gradually fading.

He murmured unconsciously, "This is truly... like a demon lord descended from heaven, a veritable god of war on earth!!!"

(End of this chapter)