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Chapter 801: Chapter 319: Well Then... The First Match Begins!

If this strike lands.

With Su Wanqing’s physical strength, she would be severely injured if not dead.

Su Wanqing’s pupils contracted slightly, her suspended form forcibly twisted, and her hands once again gathered a more solidified Star Wheel Light Wall to block on her side.

Boom—

Crack!

The light wall shattered in response.

The residual terrifying power slammed like a heavy hammer onto Su Wanqing’s right arm.

"Uh!"

Su Wanqing let out a muffled grunt, her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, her right arm drooping limply, clearly injured.

Under the mask, a thread of fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

She forcibly stabilized herself in the air, but her breath was already chaotic, and her floating height had decreased significantly.

"It’s over! Go down and accompany your lover!"

Miao Zhe’s eyes burst with fierce light, giving Su Wanqing no chance to catch her breath.

He exerted force with his foot again, the arena exploded, and his whole person shot towards Su Wanqing like a cannonball instantly.

This time, he clasped his hands into a hammer, his entire body’s Qi and Blood power surged like burning flames, condensed on his fists, and fiercely slammed towards Su Wanqing’s head.

"Admit defeat!"

In the stands, Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu almost simultaneously cried out in shock, their faces pale.

They could clearly see that Su Wanqing’s breath was chaotic, her right arm injured, making it impossible to gather enough strength for defense in time.

This was a sure-kill situation.

The shout surprised Liu San up front, who turned around to look at the crowd with strange eyes.

They cared so much about a stranger...?!

Just at this critical moment.

Just as Miao Zhe’s destructive fists were about to smash Su Wanqing’s head.

A figure appeared before Su Wanqing as if teleporting.

There was no fluctuation from breaking through a force field because this figure itself possessed the aura of a contestant.

He just suddenly...

Yet naturally stood there, as if he belonged in that position.

Boom!!!

Miao Zhe’s fists, concentrated with all his power, powerful enough to shatter a small hill, firmly struck the suddenly appearing figure’s crossed arms that blocked in front!

No sound of bones shattering as imagined.

Only a dull, heart-stopping loud noise.

A violent air wave exploded with the two at its center, sweeping over the entire arena.

Even the resilient force field light screen vibrated intensely.

The suddenly appearing figure stood firmly rooted on the arena, without even a tremble.

On his arms, dark red Qi and Blood power flowed like burning lava, emitting a faint sound of deep dragon roars, forcefully withstanding this deadly strike.

Behind him, the protected Su Wanqing.

Was merely brushed by the aftermath of the air wave, her clothes fluttering, completely unharmed.

The entire place fell into dead silence!

All shouting and discussions came to a sudden halt.

Tens of thousands of gazes were drawn like magnets, fixed on the third arena.

The figure that suddenly appeared.

His face covered by a Thunder Pattern Mask.

Through the eye openings of the mask, a pair of Molten Gold Vertical Pupils burned icily.

Firmly locking on the shocked and stunned Miao Zhe at close range!

The rules of the competition.

Death is permitted unless one party admits defeat.

Simultaneously, the rules allow outside intervention.

However, it stipulates that only one person can intervene, and this person must defeat the next ten contestants consecutively for the aided contestant to retreat safely.

Otherwise, the aided person will be deemed to have violated and forfeited.

The helper will also face severe punishment.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu, wearing a mask, suddenly stood in front of Su Wanqing, taking the fatal blow for her, which is not considered a violation.

He merely used the intervention right allowed by the rules.

It’s just that in the history of the City of Injustice’s competition, very few have used this rule due to the high difficulty of achieving ten consecutive victories, especially under the public eye, facing unknown opponents in a battle.

After a brief dead silence.

The audience erupted into a mountain and tsunami-like exclamation and incredulous discussions.

"My heavens! Someone intervened!"

"It’s the one wearing the Thunder Mask! Is he crazy? He wants to fight ten battles for that woman?"

"The rule allows it! But can he do it? His opponent is Miao Zhe, the Bonebreaker of the Desolate Bone Corps!"

"Just now... he actually took it?! Without moving? That power..."

"There’s a good show now! Ten consecutive wins! How many years has it been since someone dared challenge this rule!"

Just when Fang Qingyu blocked the fatal blow, his Molten Gold Vertical Pupils locking onto Miao Zhe at that exact moment.

An icy and indifferent voice echoed directly in Fang Qingyu’s mind.

"Fang Qingyu... do you think... I really dare not kill you!?"

This voice naturally came from the City Lord of the City of Injustice.

Fang Qingyu’s face under the mask showed no change as if he had anticipated this threat long ago.

Maintaining the blocking posture.

His gaze still fixed on the hesitant and doubtful Miao Zhe.

He spoke softly:

"City Lord, the rules of the competition are written clearly. My Martial Arts Cultivation is only Tier Two. With the cultivation of a Tier Two Martial Arts Grandmaster, standing on this Tier Two arena, exercising the intervention right granted by the rules, how can there be any talk of violation?"

This answer precisely filled the gap in the rules.

What he displayed at this moment.

Indeed belonged to the Qi and Blood Power of a Tier Two Martial Arts Grandmaster.

The voice in the mind fell into silence.

The invisible pressure surged like a tide in Fang Qingyu’s consciousness.

After a few seconds, the icy voice rang again:

"Good... very good. Remember your words. Your Martial Arts Cultivation... can only be Tier Two. If you dare leak even a trace of Tier Three aura on this arena... bear the consequences!"

Fang Qingyu directly ignored this final warning from his mind.

Slowly lowered his blocked arms, his Golden Pupil gazing through the grim Thunder Pattern Mask.

Coldly watching ahead, where Miao Zhe seethed with rage due to the thwarted strike, his whole body exuded murderous intent.

Fang Qingyu spoke.

The voice coming through the mask was not loud, yet it clearly overshadowed the remaining noise in the arena.

"I hear... you’ve killed many people?"

Miao Zhe finally reacted from his initial shock.

He glared at the masked figure who appeared suddenly before him.

The opponent’s calm demeanor and icy gaze instilled in him a deep sense of contemptuous anger.

He grinned, licking his somewhat chapped lips, the fierce glow in his eyes growing stronger, nodding forcefully, his voice hoarse and full of malice:

"That’s right! I’ve killed more people than you’ve seen! What, want to avenge that chick? Or also want to become one of my fists’ souls?"

Fang Qingyu, hearing this, continued without a trace of fluctuation in his tone.

"As it happens, so have I."

He then flexed his wrists slightly.

A slight crack of bone echoed.

Stepping forward, his Golden Pupil targeted Miao Zhe, his calm voice rang out in the silent competition arena:

"Then..."

"The first match begins."