"...You!?"

The silver-haired elder choked.

He couldn't believe his ears.

How dare a youngster humiliate him in front of so many people!?

However, the Martial Arts Grandmaster beside him suddenly interrupted.

Not allowing the situation to stagnate here.

"Master Yu has no qualification to compete, please have the Celestial Sea Martial Arts Hall contestants enter."

The rules were always like this.

Anyone can challenge.

If you don't want to accept, then concede.

"Phew..."

"Celestial Sea Martial Arts Hall, Xie Lin!"

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

Yielding without a fight is a martial artist's taboo!

Even if the previous person was just instantly defeated and carried off on a stretcher.

But a martial artist.

Must be brave enough to stand up when facing an invincible existence...

The mental preparation wasn't even complete.

But the cupped-fist salute was over.

Suddenly, Xie Lin's eyes widened, hurriedly raising both hands, his pupils filled with a dazzling red light.

Boom——

The next second, the deafening roar of a siege hammer pounding the city wall erupted in his ears.

He felt like he had been hit by a mountain.

The red light in his vision was rapidly shrinking.

In the end, he met the same fate as the previous contestant, crashing hard into the Coiling Dragon Pillar, his entire Qi Force dispersed.

Both eyes shut and vision went black.

"Fang Qingyu wins!"

The Martial Arts Grandmaster quickly caught up with the real-time situation of the match.

Another instant defeat!?

The surrounding spectators immediately frowned.

When the first person was instantly defeated, it was still acceptable.

It could be called underestimating the opponent, a fluke.

But the second person couldn't have been unprepared, and even in such a situation.

It was still a one-move defeat...

The strength is somewhat terrifying.

This was the thought of those participating martial arts apprentices.

And in the eyes of the Red-Name Martial Artist leaders.

This was not just terrifying, it was outright monstrous.

"Don't go up... he hadn't even used Qi Force just now!!"

Seeing someone nearby itching for action, some Red-Name Martial Artists promptly restrained their juniors.

Now, just watching if Fang Qingyu would come down.

After a round of challenges,

one can rest.

And currently, Fang Qingyu had already gone through two rounds consecutively.

Now watching him walk toward the seats.

He seemed to be taking a break... not a chance!!

Fang Qingyu appeared even more brazen this time.

Walking to a row of seats.

Suddenly, he stomped and shattered the floor tiles.

Web-like cracks spread to the table, causing teacups to clatter.

"Excuse me."

His fingers pointed successively at the four faces filled with shock and anger, "Friends from Qixia, Wanshou, Cyan Cliff, and Bailu Halls."

"Gentlemen, please enlighten me!"

With that, he directly performed the cupped-fist salute.

No other way...

It's still too slow!!!

Originally, didn't feel anything, after just finishing the second match and looking up.

Such a large field was surrounded by people.

Calculated a little in the mind.

There are about ten spots per province.

Adding up the entire venue.

There are several hundreds of contestants.

If one were to fight each one, it might not be finished even by tomorrow.

Especially now, those eyes filled with vigilance are visibly noticeable.

Plus, some people dilly-dally with every challenge.

If progressed at such a speed.

Half an hour.

It's a nearly impossible task.

And Fang Qingyu didn't know if his behavior conformed to the rules.

He could only seek fortune in danger.

After all, that middle-aged man didn't say he couldn't challenge several people simultaneously.

"Oh my... this is just too crazy!!!"

In the distance, Tang Lingchuan sat there with a slightly flushed face.

And those who know how to play.

Like the leader beside, had already picked up a phone to record.

He was also a martial artist from the Divine Management Bureau.

Having participated in a recent honor ceremony, knew well what a freak Fang Qingyu was.

"Our Qingjian City this time... really going to become famous."

"Alright."

As the crowd faltered with uncertainty.

A simple "alright" was uttered, like a giant stone thrown into the lake of air.

Causing everyone to hold their breath inadvertently...

All turned their heads in unison.

Looking at the elder under the "Martial" character, who remains still like a mountain.

"Please have the four martial arts halls' contestants enter."

The Martial Arts Grandmaster, upon hearing this, stood up immediately, his face calm as he looked toward where Fang Qingyu pointed.

In less than a minute.

After listening to the Red-Name Martial Artist beside them.

Four faces as black as the bottom of a pot stood one by one beside the table.

In attendance, who among them wasn't a standout, having fought through several cities in a province.

Being challenged by one person simultaneously.

This undoubtedly was a rather disgraceful matter.

If they won, it was fine.

If they lost...

The consequences are a bit unimaginable.

The four walked up to Fang Qingyu and stopped.

Activating their Qi Blood Technique and Observation Method beforehand.

A thin blood mist like cicada wings seeped from their pores, merging with the transparent Qi Force.

At the moment their eyes met.

The first Qixia Hall disciple's fist had already approached his face.

Fang Qingyu lowered his waist, meeting the punch head-on.

Two blasts of air collided, bursting out with visible ripples, his opponent's sleeves shattered, the entire person was blown seven feet away by the Qi Force, landing hard on the ground.

Qi Blood and Qi Force simultaneously collapsed.

On the other side, a Wanshou Hall strongman rooted his stance, a heavy punch wrapped with rumbling thunder came attacking from the side.

Fang Qingyu didn't retreat even half a step.

His shoulders and back braced the heavy strike like a spear.

In the explosion of fist meeting flesh, the strongman was pushed back over ten steps, each step leaving a shallow pit on the bluestone, finally kneeling on one knee while gasping for breath.

Eyes filled with terror.

What the heck, is this human or ghost!?

But there was no time to exchange words, as the third Cyan Cliff Hall disciple already flew through the air, a kick like a meteor crashing down.

Fang Qingyu directly raised his arm to take on this Mountain Splitting Kick.

In the resulting booming sound of Qi Force, he grabbed the opponent's leg and casually tossed them aside.

He swiftly turned around.

The last one, the girl from Bailu Hall, her sword edge already radiating cold light, arrived.

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

The steel longsword bent into a full moon and then suddenly straightened, the overwhelming force causing the sword hilt to fly out of her hand, skewing into the ground ten yards away, buzzing with vibration.

The girl staggered backward.

Fang Qingyu casually went up and added a slight kick.

At this point.

The battle ended.

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

Four disciples from the martial arts halls either leaned on the railing or knelt on the ground, unharmed but unable to gather qi.

"Victor, Fang Qingyu!"

Another unsurprising match.

Not to mention the issues with the Observation Method.

It's unclear where the current limits of Fang Qingyu lie.

How do you fight this!?

Even those who originally had some confidence in their abilities hesitated at this moment.

And when they hesitated.

It was Fang Qingyu's turn to be anxious.

It has already been 3 minutes since he came on stage.

If this dragging continues, even if he always actively challenges, he won't finish the fights.

Unless he tackles hundreds of people at once...

But that is an impossible task.

Some unconventional method must be found.

Fang Qingyu suddenly chuckled lightly.

He bowed his head and brushed all his hair back.

When he lifted his head again.

His gaze changed.

His brows were furrowed with a touch of hostility, his toes ground over the broken green bricks with a flat yet piercing sound.

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

"But my coach asked me if I was interested in sparring with martial arts apprentices from the entire Federation."

"So I came."

After saying this, Fang Qingyu glanced around, his eyes calm as dead water swept over each of the participating martial arts apprentices.

"But now..."

"I'm very disappointed."

At those words, several martial arts apprentices couldn't sit still.

But were pulled down by the martial artists beside them.

"Young people should understand the principle that there's always someone stronger."

Simultaneously, an elder retorted calmly, his voice not loud but very clear.

"No one will win against a few people and think they are invincible, right!?"

Some intentionally spoke with a sarcastic tone.

For a moment.

The arena became somewhat noisy.

But Fang Qingyu didn't speak, nor did the elder, nor did the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

They let them chatter.

Just noisy and tumultuous.

But in the end, still no challenger stepped on stage.

Until the noise vanished.

The arena regained its silence.

Fang Qingyu laughed.

Just laughed for two seconds, then his demeanor returned to the calm aura, looking around at everyone.

"No problem."

"Since you all like watching from the sidelines..."

"Then let you watch to your heart's content!!!"

The final word echoing around the dome.

Countless golden threads suddenly lit up on Fang Qingyu's exposed skin.

The lines seemed like stars naturally engraved in the Divine Bone, flowing from the hollow of his collarbone to the curve of his waist, spreading from the shoulder blades to his fingertips.

Each golden pattern glimmered under the skin with the sheen of liquid metal.

As the muscles surged like magma rushing through the cracks in snowy mountains.

His left pupil transformed into a solar vortex, molten gold etched layers of burning star rings on the iris, the right eye condensed into a silver moon with broken crystalline galaxies floating deep within the pupil.

The two divine essences perfectly merged under the brow ridge, the golden patterns in his hair appearing and disappearing.

For a moment.

The silhouette against the light looked like a holy icon sculpted by an ancient god.

Everyone was stunned by the sight.

No time to react.

Fang Qingyu suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Not waiting for the shadow to dissipate, he stood before a line of tables.

No one saw clearly who was who.

Buzz—!

The blade drawn at that instant, the edge bursting forth with a golden arc.

The tip directed forward, slicing across a line.

The voice carried a sneer.

"Everyone, dare to battle!?"

The last word became a thunderous roar with Dragon and Tiger Force, exploding beside everyone's ears.

Yet the entire martial arena fell into silence.

Those fingered by Fang Qingyu, at least dozens, felt like the divine pressure smashed through the Celestial Gate and pinned them in place.

Someone swallowed loudly, the sound of gulping saliva unmistakably clear.

Unfought, cold sweat already soaked through the back of their clothes.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu turned his head expressionlessly, his unusual eyes swept over the Martial Arts Grandmaster: "How long without a response means defeat?"

Whether it's a mistake or an illusion, it seemed like this Martial Arts Grandmaster's mouth corner was hard to restrain.

However, he quickly replied.

"3 minutes."

Fang Qingyu lowered his eyes and chuckled lightly: "Then we wait."

Several Red-Name Martial Artists saw this, their expressions a bit impatient, just about to speak...

Their throat suddenly felt like stuffed with a hot iron.

Their necks bulged with veins, knuckles clenched on the table, creaking noisily, unable to utter even a groan.

The air in the martial arena seemingly turned into a vacuum.

For a moment, all eyes turned to the elderly man under the "Martial" character.

"Fight, challenging such a genius, recognizing the gap might not be a bad thing."

A few seconds later.

Someone began to step forward.

Some chose to forfeit.

Some were waiting for their team leaders to speak, until the time ended and they were eliminated.

In the end, only twenty-some stood before Fang Qingyu.

That was acceptable.

Instantly, eliminated five to sixty people.

This speed feels just right!!

Fang Qingyu suddenly saw hope of completing the elder's task.

"Very well..."

"Come, fight!"

Horizontal Blade carrying golden light plunged into the crowd.

Twenty-some figures hadn't formed a formation before seeing the golden rainbow's arc explode like the sun.

Around Fang Qingyu, divine runes flowed like living creatures.

Before the blade edge arrived, the boiling Qi Force had plowed gold traces through the air.

Twenty martial arts apprentices' protective blood mist evaporated like dew in the scorching sun, dispersing instantly upon contact.

Someone set up an iron chain river guard posture, yet in the rolling golden patterns, both person and weapon flew back ten yards.

Others attempted to use combined strike techniques to entrap him, only to watch as Fang Qingyu stepped on their shoulders and soared into the air, his inverted sword blade cleaving out circular air bursts.

All nearby tables exploded.

The copper rings on the Coiling Dragon Pillars jingled.

Amidst the dust, only golden threads crisscrossed, each flash accompanied by three to five people flying out.....

Tang Lingchuan's tea cup had long since shattered in his hand, scalding tea dripping through his fingers, yet he felt nothing.

When Fang Qingyu stepped over the fainted bodies, raising his head to sheathe his blade.

He gazed at the young man in the arena, with fading golden patterns.

Involuntarily, he muttered: "This truly is...like the heavenly demon descending, truly the human world's god of wrath!!!"

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