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Chapter 803: Chapter 320: Don’t You Think Qingzi Is Really Handsome!?

Just as she landed.

Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu were already waiting for her with their masks on.

As Su Wanqing hit the ground, they both supported her steadily, one on each side.

"How are you feeling?"

Lin Yu’s voice was the first to sound.

Wei Banmeng quickly checked the injury on her right arm, her brows furrowed: "The bone is cracked, Qi Blood is disordered, it needs immediate attention."

Su Wanqing was supported by the two.

Her feet pressed down on solid ground.

Yet she felt weak all over, as if she were standing on clouds.

She raised her head, her gaze crossing the Force Field light curtain, looking at the tall figure on the stage, once again turned away from her, facing Miao Zhe.

Thank me?

Why would he thank me?

A huge confusion rose in her heart.

"Did he just say... thank me?"

Su Wanqing’s voice was dry and dazed, as if asking Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu, or perhaps herself.

Wei Banmeng was carefully holding her injured right arm.

Upon hearing, her actions momentarily paused.

She lifted her head, following Su Wanqing’s gaze, looking at the figure on the stage.

Wei Banmeng didn’t directly answer Su Wanqing’s confusion.

Instead, she calmly spoke softly:

"You indeed don’t need to apologize to him."

Su Wanqing turned sharply to look at her, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Wei Banmeng’s gaze remained on Fang Qingyu, her tone carrying a hint of understanding, even... a slightly detectable sense of helplessness?

"Such things that seem life-threatening to others..."

She paused, seemingly searching for the most fitting description.

"In his eyes, it’s just child’s play."

"So, this matter to him," Wei Banmeng’s voice continued, calm and certain, "is not a burden... instead, it’s a spice in his dull life."

"Look..."

Wei Banmeng slightly raised her chin, indicating Su Wanqing to look at the stage.

"See, isn’t he quite happy?"

Happy?

Instinctively, Su Wanqing refocused her gaze on the figure at the center of the stage.

Just as Su Wanqing’s gaze locked onto Fang Qingyu...

An abrupt change occurred!

"Roar—! Die!!!"

A beast-like howl filled with rage, humiliation, and extreme lethality exploded on the stage like thunder from a clear sky.

It was Miao Zhe.

At the moment Fang Qingyu turned to send off Su Wanqing, his back facing him.

In the seemingly unguarded instant.

Miao Zhe moved.

In his eyes, there was nothing but endless killing intent and the madness to wash away humiliation.

Attack when you’re vulnerable, take your life!

This is the survival law of the Desolate Bone Corps.

Boom!!!

The hard ground beneath Miao Zhe’s feet exploded into a deep pit as if struck by artillery.

Fragments and smoke scattered like a fountain.

He transformed into a dark red blur, nearly undetectable by the naked eye.

Speed, faster than any prior attack.

All Qi Blood burned without reservation.

All power, all anger, all killing intent, concentrated on his basin-sized right fist!

The target!

Fang Qingyu’s unprotected vital spot in the hind back!

Before the fist arrived, a fury-filled wind capable of tearing steel.

Already blew Fang Qingyu’s clothing against his body, rustling loudly.

Hair wildly flew backward.

The distance between them.

Under Miao Zhe’s surprise attack, suddenly shortened to less than two feet.

Miao Zhe’s fist edge was mere... two centimeters from Fang Qingyu’s hind back.

The fist wind already touched Fang Qingyu’s clothing.

From the audience stand.

Numerous people who’d witnessed this lost their voice in shock.

It’s over!

Despicable.

But this is reality, this is the City of Injustice.

Many people’s minds flashed with this thought momentarily.

Miao Zhe’s face, under his bone mask, eyes glowed with cruel glee.

Die!!

Yet...

Just when everyone thought Fang Qingyu would be gravely injured or even killed by this ambush.

Fang Qingyu moved.

Not dodging, not blocking.

Not even turning his head!

Just... casually raised his right hand.

Still motion clear and slow.

Palm opened, five fingers spread naturally.

Then, in a seemingly physically impossible angle and speed, casually reached back.

Pa!

A crisp and brief, almost nonchalant sound.

Amid Miao Zhe’s air-tearing fist wind’s sharp screech.

This sound was so faint it could almost be ignored.

But it was like pressing a pause button.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Miao Zhe’s punch, barely a breath away from Fang Qingyu’s back...

Stopped abruptly.

A hand covered in star-like brilliance, streaming with lava-like dark red Qi Blood.

Somehow, it had firmly grasped his fist.

Five fingers tightly locked onto the fierce advancing fist edge.

Miao Zhe’s rushing fierce momentum abruptly ended.

The whole person seemed to slam into an invisible wall of sighs.

Massive inertia forced his body forward sharply, feet plowing two deep marks, yet unable to advance further.

The long-prepared terrifying Fist Force, like a mud ox into the sea.

Silently and effortlessly neutralized by that palm.

The furious fist wind tousled Fang Qingyu’s hair and hem, yet couldn’t shake his figure at all.

Effortlessly.

Elegantly.

Miao Zhe’s eyes under the mask.

Stared intensely at the hand holding his fist.

For the first time... not just pure rage and killing intent.

But... a hint of inexplicable, unbelievable bewilderment.

Just now, the opponent needed crossed arms to block the fist.

Now... merely turning back, casually lifting a single hand... and caught it?!