Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 792: Chapter 317: The 37th City of Injustice Extraordinary Tournament! (Part 4)

He completely ignored the opponent’s attack.

A palm as large as a cattail fan moved with a dull wind pressure, reaching out simply and roughly towards the opponent.

The opponent was evidently frightened by this immovable monster and its terrifying power, causing their shooting technique to become erratic.

Unable to dodge in time, they were grabbed by the bronze-masked man who seized the firearm!

"Let go!"

A deep, muffled roar came through the mask.

Crack!

The steel-constructed shaft of the gun was forcibly bent.

The martial artist holding the gun had their tiger’s mouth split, and the spear slipped away from their grip.

The bronze-masked man followed up with a kick, crashing into the opponent’s chest like a siege hammer.

"Pfft—!"

The opponent spat out a mouthful of blood, their body flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the force field’s light curtain, softly sliding down, immediately passing out.

The battle was over.

Complete domination!

"Good job!"

Lei Meng couldn’t help but slap his thigh, his eyes gleaming, "This horizontal training! This power! Absolutely a master of the body refinement path! Judging by the style, they’re likely a rogue martial artist! Such talent... if only we could recruit them into our Cyan Dragon Gang..."

He excitedly turned to share his discovery with Fang Qingyu.

Only to see a peculiar smile on Fang Qingyu’s face, staring in the direction of the third ring.

"Su Yu, don’t you think this guy is formidable too?"

Lei Meng asked excitedly, not thinking much of it.

"Hmm... indeed, quite formidable."

Fang Qingyu averted his gaze, holding back a smile, nodding earnestly.

Of course, he recognized that under the bronze mask was none other than Chu Kuanglan, who had just run out due to a stomach issue.

This guy chose not to use any weapons to avoid revealing his identity and martial style.

He crushed the opponent using sheer brute force.

In the time that followed.

Lei Meng and Liu San were almost completely immersed in spectating and scouting for talent.

They watched with full concentration.

Occasionally whispering about whether there was a possibility to recruit anyone.

Behind them.

One by one, people quietly left their seats, donning various masks, appearing in different fighting styles on various rings, and without exception, easily advancing with a dominating style.

Lei Meng and Liu San watched with gusto.

They really didn’t pay much attention to the movement of people behind them.

When someone occasionally got up to leave, they instinctively assumed the person was going to the bathroom or buying some snacks or drinks.

Their attention was completely captured by the potential prospects in the arena.

"Tsk tsk, old Liu, did you see that woman wearing an ice mask just now, her combat strength must have reached Tier Two Peak..."

"Huh? Another one with a ghost mask? This aura is even stronger! Like a humanoid fierce beast... Hmm? Why does it look a bit familiar?"

Lei Meng scratched his head as he watched Chu Kuanglan, who again took the stage with an even more intimidating mask, still crushing opponents with brute force.

Beside him, Fang Qingyu’s smile almost couldn’t be contained.

He lightly coughed, changing the topic: "Brother Meng, look over there, it seems like someone from our Iron Stream Sect in the Gray Rock District is up next?"

Lei Meng’s attention was indeed diverted, looking towards another ring, he sneered: "That’s a subordinate under Han Li, named Sun Kui, a Tier Two Peak Martial Artist, skilled in Poison Sand Palm, quite sinister."

"The opponent is someone using a flail, strong but not agile enough... Hmm, Sun Kui won, scraped by with the Poison Palm, not a glorious win."

Fang Qingyu watched Lei Meng provide serious commentary.

And looked at the people quietly retreating after easily winning on the stage.

He couldn’t help but think...

When one day Lei Meng finds out who they are.

The expression on his face will be...

Truly something to see.

The qualifiers lasted nearly five hours.

There were no evenly matched battles; most bouts were one-sided crushes or chickens pecking at each other among similar strengths.

The real strong ones like Chu Kuanglan and others.

All deliberately restrained, conserving strength.

When the final round concluded.

The host announced that today’s qualifiers were completed with perfection, and that the first official elimination round would commence tomorrow.

The stands erupted in unfinished chatter and discussion.

"Let’s go, let’s go! It was exhilarating to watch today!"

Lei Meng stood up with lingering excitement, stretching his somewhat sore neck, and called to the group, "Tomorrow will be even more exciting!"

The group, following the exiting crowd.

Once again squeezed out of the noisy arena like small boats.

When they barely reached the relatively open square outside, Lei Meng stopped, turned to look at the group, with a hearty smile, and waved his big hand: "Brothers, today’s watching was fun, but running back and forth is too tiring! So, tonight we won’t return to Gray Rock District, we’ll find a place in the city to stay, and head back after tomorrow’s matches! All expenses are on me!"

"Long live the boss!"

Chu Kuanglan was the first to react, immediately shouting loudly.

Saves the travel time.

And they get to stay in a city hotel, only a fool would refuse.

"Brother Meng, you’re so generous!" The others laughed and chimed in.

Lei Meng was very pleased by this reaction.

His eyes scanned the high-rise buildings surrounding the square, quickly locking onto a rather grand hotel.

"Let’s go with that one! Looks sturdy enough!"

Lei Meng pointed to the hotel, full of spirit, "Let’s go! A good meal and a comfortable stay to reward the brethren today!"

The group cheered and, surrounding Lei Meng, headed towards the hotel.

The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful.

Even Chu Kuanglan and the others, after a day of qualifiers, finally loosened up.

Discussing some interesting opponents they had just seen.

However.

Just as they passed through a relatively secluded, wide auxiliary road connecting the square to the hotel area, a group appeared, blocking the center of the road.

This group had about seventeen or eighteen people.