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Chapter 791: Chapter 317: The 37th City of Injustice Extraordinary Tournament! (Part 3)

And here...

It’s packed with people!

Dressed in various styles of combat suits, the place is full of formidable extraordinary individuals.

Moreover, there are citizens dressed in ordinary clothes, with excitement and curiosity etched on their faces.

People from different strata and backgrounds mix together, all heading eagerly towards the arena.

"Oh my heavens... there’s just so many people!"

Liu San clicked his tongue, instinctively tightening the longsword at his waist.

"The City of Injustice is rarely this lively. Even common people can spend a little money to witness the battles of extraordinary combatants here, no wonder it’s bustling."

Lei Meng was already used to the scene, puffing out his chest and trying to adopt the demeanor of a gang leader, he waved his large hand, "Follow me closely! Don’t get separated!"

He led the way, his burly body forcefully creating a path through the crowd.

The group followed closely behind, moving inside.

Upon entering the arena, the space opened up considerably.

Massive circular stands soared layer upon layer upwards, their top seemingly unreachable, able to hold tens of thousands of people conservatively.

The central area consisted of three enormous circular platforms arranged side by side.

Each had a diameter of over a hundred meters, the ground laid with dark energy-absorbing material. At the edges of the platforms, energy screens glimmered faintly, evidently the stages where battles would unfold.

The stands were already a sea of heads, the noise resembling waves crashing.

Lei Meng led the group to find seats, not the best spots but with a fairly open view.

Soon after sitting down.

Chu Kuanglan edged closer to Lei Meng: "Brother Meng, uh... I’m going to the restroom."

"Oh? Hurry, hurry!"

Lei Meng waved his hand without suspecting anything.

Right after, Su Wanqing stood up, expression calm: "I’m going too."

"Let’s go together, I also need to..." Lin Yu joined in opportunely.

"Old Lu, come, let’s relieve ourselves; once the competition starts we won’t have time."

Qi Hao hooked his arm around Lu Jiuyuan’s shoulder.

Lei Meng watched as half the group suddenly stood up, a bit baffled: "Wow, did you all plan this together?"

Chu Kuanglan grinned apologetically: "Hehe, maybe the stuffing from the bakery this morning wasn’t very fresh! Brother Meng, you guys sit tight, we’ll be back soon!"

Lei Meng and Liu San exchanged glances, helplessly waving them off: "Alright, alright, go and come back quickly, don’t miss the opening."

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, understanding in silence.

Lei Meng, however, didn’t think much of it. His attention was swiftly captured by the scenes inside the arena and the bustling atmosphere around, starting eagerly to introduce to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei beside him: "Brother Su Yu, Sister Jiang Wei, see over there? The ones dressed in those black base red patterned battle suits are from the ’Infernal Fire Sect,’ each with explosive tempers and fire-related abilities, tough to deal with. And over there..."

Just as Lei Meng was enthusiastically making introductions, a resonant and motivational voice echoed throughout the arena, carried clearly to each ear by the sound amplifying crystal stones dispersed all around:

"Ladies! Gentlemen! Warriors hailing from all corners of the City of Injustice! Welcome to... the 37th Injustice City Extraordinary Tournament! Tier Two Group Opening Day!"

BOOM——!

A tremendous wave of sound instantly engulfed the entire arena.

Countless people on the stands flailed their arms, letting out exhilarated shouts.

"Today! Right here, we shall witness the clash of the extraordinary, the tussle of skills, the birth of glory! Thousands of tier two elites either from major forces or lone operatives will strive relentlessly across these three stages, vying for victory! For glory! For the opportunity to ascend to greater heights!"

"Now! Let us greet the start of the battle with our most enthusiastic applause and cheers!"

As the host’s words fell, the center above the three gigantic circular stages simultaneously flared with blinding light.

Four figures walked out from different entrance tunnels, stepping onto their respective stages.

The force field screens buzzed as they elevated.

Sealing off the inside and outside of the stages.

"It’s started!"

Lei Meng’s spirit heightened, he leaned slightly forward, his sharp gaze sweeping across the three stages, temporarily casting thoughts of his restroom-going friends aside.

The competition adopted a simultaneous four-match system.

Drawing lots to decide opponents, winners progressing forward.

For the likes of Chu Kuanglan whose combat prowess was at tier two peak.

During the qualifying phase.

Their opponents often had a significant disparity in strength.

Lei Meng watched with utmost focus, capturing every detail on each stage like a raptor, occasionally murmuring comments:

"Look at stage one! That young fellow wielding dual blades, his body technique is decent but unfortunately, his opponent is a brute from the ’Desolate Bone Corps,’ thick-skinned and tough, he can’t break through... Hmm? Wait! This young fellow has some skill! That feigned move... brilliant! He’s got in! Good job! Won! He’s got potential! Too bad he’s with the Desolate Bone Corps, hard to recruit..."

"Stage two, that divine choice, his ability is ice? His cold aura control is okay but his casting speed is too slow, getting close spells disaster... Sure enough, that martial artist wielding the heavy hammer caught the flaw and slammed him flying! That’s how you deal with divine cultists with martial artists!"

"Stage three... huh?"

Lei Meng’s gaze was suddenly fixed on stage three, a look of astonishment crossing his face.

On stage three, a towering figure like an iron tower appeared, his face covered by a menacing bronze ghost mask, only revealing his eyes.

He was unarmed, facing off against a tier two grandmaster wielding a longspear with sharp spear skills.

Yet he did not dodge or evade, directly charging towards the spear’s shadow!

BAM BAM BAM!

The densely rain-like spear tips struck the chest and arms of the masked man, producing dull metallic clashing sounds, leaving only faint white marks, unable to pierce through at all.

The masked man’s speed was not fast, but his steps were extremely heavy, each step seeming to cause the stage to tremble slightly.