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Chapter 802: Chapter 320: Don’t You Think Qingzi Is Really Cool!?

The moment the words fell.

Buzz—!

A visible wave of air burst forth from Fang Qingyu as the center.

Billowing wildly, it sent his clothes fluttering.

Beneath the surface of his skin, points of silver light, brilliant as starry diamonds, suddenly ignited.

This was the Celestial Pillar Force pushed to its limit.

An omen of the divine brilliance within being fully manifested.

At the same time,

the surging Qi Blood within him was fully awakened.

The Qi Blood was deep, thick, and almost black with heat, like obsidian magma boiling from the heart of the earth.

Starry light intertwined instantly with the magma-like dark red Qi Blood.

Intertwining seamlessly, like cream blends with milk, climbing upwards!

The sacred starlight and the violent magma black-red entwined as one.

As if the wings of angels and demons unfurled simultaneously behind Fang Qingyu.

Containing both the vast order of the celestial movements,

and the raging ferocity of the earth fire.

As soon as this Power emerged,

Miao Zhe, who was closest, bore the brunt.

He felt a terrifying and irresistible pressure descend upon him.

The pressure carried the cold grandeur of stars and the scorching suffocation of magma.

The dark red Qi Blood around him roared like a blood wolf in flames.

Before this pressure, merging starfire and magma, it flickered dimly, like a candle in a storm.

The snarl on Miao Zhe’s face froze instantly.

For the first time, his eyes, filled with violent bloodlust, showed a hint of astonishment.

The overwhelming aura he prided himself on, capable of crushing ordinary Tier Two Martial Artists, seemed laughably fragile before the starfire and magma-infused pressure.

"You...!"

Miao Zhe let out a roar mixed with shock and anger.

Instinctively, he wanted to retreat and put some distance between them.

However, Fang Qingyu gave him no time to react or adjust.

In the instant the starfire magma Power erupted, Fang Qingyu moved.

He slowly raised his right arm.

His five fingers spread, with the palm facing forward.

The motion was leisurely, the trajectory clear.

Yet it seemed to disturb the entire arena space!

On that palm, starlight flowed, magma-like dark red Qi Blood surged beneath the skin, and between the five fingers appeared a miniature, impending starry sky and molten Hell.

His target was Miao Zhe’s face, distorted with shock and anger.

Miao Zhe’s pupils shrank suddenly.

His beastly instinct screamed a warning of death.

With a wild howl, he disregarded any suppression of aura, and his entire Qi Blood erupted madly once more, both arms crossing firmly in defense before his face.

The dark red Qi Blood condensed on his arms like burning flames, forming an almost solid arm guard.

This was his strongest defensive stance.

Boom—!!!

Fang Qingyu’s seemingly slow-raised palm.

In the instant before touching Miao Zhe’s crossed arms, suddenly accelerated.

So fast, it surpassed visual capture.

The edge of his palm crashed onto the intersecting point of Miao Zhe’s crossed arms.

A dull explosion sounded, like some tough material being torn apart.

Crack—!!!

The layer of dark red arm guard on Miao Zhe’s arms.

Like poor-quality glaze under a heavy hammer, instantly covered with web-like cracks.

Within the cracks,

points of starlight and magma-like dark red gleams radiated outward.

Miao Zhe only felt an unimaginable force blast through his arms into his body.

"Ugh—!"

He let out a muffled groan of pain and shock, his tower-like body staggering backward uncontrollably for the first time.

His feet plowed two deep furrows into the arena floor.

Each step landed with a heavy thud.

After retreating seven or eight steps, Miao Zhe barely steadied himself, his crossed defensive arms trembling violently, the cracked Qi Blood "arm guard" flickering, almost collapsing.

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Fang Qingyu, who stood in place with just one raised hand, his gaze of shock replaced by a near-mad rage and humiliation.

He, Miao Zhe of the Desolate Bone Corps,

a top Tier Two Peak existence, was repelled by just one palm?!

"You must go down..."

Amidst the electrifying exchange,

a voice, edged with tears and urgency, suddenly sounded.

It was Su Wanqing.

Shielded by Fang Qingyu, she had witnessed him deflect a deadly strike for her and strike Miao Zhe back with a single palm.

Only then did she recognize the person before her as Fang Qingyu.

Finally snapping back, Su Wanqing cried out urgently for Fang Qingyu to quickly descend.

Because behind the permissible aid in this duel,

lay ten cruel life-and-death carousel battles.

Su Wanqing used her still-functional left hand to tightly grasp the sleeve of Fang Qingyu’s right arm hanging by his side.

"I’m sorry...you must go down..."

Fang Qingyu’s action of striking Miao Zhe back paused slightly.

He slowly turned his face.

Raised his left hand, gently placing it over Su Wanqing’s hand clutching his sleeve.

Su Wanqing’s pulling abruptly stopped.

Fang Qingyu slowly pried open her tightly clenched fingers, a trace of helplessness in his eyes, smiling softly as he spoke.

"You don’t need to apologize to me."

Su Wanqing listened, startled...

Then Fang Qingyu spoke again, the subtle hint of laughter in his voice seeming clearer:

"On the contrary, I should thank you."

Thank you?

Su Wanqing was utterly dumbfounded.

The confusion made her forget to think, just staring blankly at those calm, burning golden eyes beneath Fang Qingyu’s mask.

Fang Qingyu did not explain.

He no longer looked at her.

Raising his left hand, he lightly waved it in Su Wanqing’s direction with utter nonchalance.

Buzz!

Su Wanqing only felt her body lighten.

As if lifted by a warm breeze, she floated uncontrollably towards the arena’s edge.

This force was exceptionally gentle.

Supporting her injured body, she lightly drifted down beyond the force field light screen at the edge of the arena.