Free Web NovelChapter 805: Chapter 320: Don’t You Think Qingzi Is Really Cool?!
Like a leather ball that had been volleyed with full force, he was kicked up and back into the air.
Pu—!!!
A huge mouthful of blood mixed with chunks of viscera erupted from his twisted, deformed mouth like a fountain, carving a blinding scarlet arc through the air.
His body traced a high parabola in midair, flew more than ten meters away, then slammed down onto the hard arena floor like a torn burlap sack.
Boom!
Dust billowed.
Miao Zhe lay in the shallow crater his body had smashed out.
His body convulsed violently, each spasm accompanied by thick streams of blood gushing from his shattered nose and mouth.
His entire face had completely caved in and warped out of shape.
Blood and torn flesh plastered the lower half of his face, hideous and terrifying.
The bridge of his nose was utterly pulverized, who knew how many teeth had been knocked flying, and his jaw hung crooked at an utterly bizarre angle, the bone clearly shattered.
Only a few ragged fragments of his mask still clung to his blood-blurred face.
From the stands came a collective hiss of sucked-in breath.
Everyone was struck dumb by this sudden...
yet utterly extreme, violent kick.
One second Miao Zhe was still attacking like a madman, the next he was sent flying like a broken sandbag?!
The visual impact was brutal!
On the arena.
Fang Qingyu slowly drew back his left leg.
Then, step by step, he walked toward the spot where Miao Zhe had crashed down.
His steps were unhurried.
The sound of his footsteps was especially clear on the deathly silent arena.
Thud... thud... thud...
Like a funeral bell.
Hammering against the hearts of everyone watching this scene.
Miao Zhe lay in the pool of blood and drifting dust, his body convulsing violently from the agony and concussion, every breath accompanied by a gurgle of bloody foam and the horrifying grind of bone on bone.
The pain flooded him like a tide, almost drowning him.
And yet!
The eyes exposed from his blood-blurred sockets were not filled with fear.
On the contrary!
They burned with even more deranged... venomous... savage emotion.
The extreme pain and humiliation not only failed to break his Will, they instead completely unleashed the death-seeking ferocity in his bones.
He struggled.
With the left hand that could still barely move, he clawed at the floor, trying to prop up his ruined body.
A rasping laugh wheezed out of his throat like a broken bellows, spattering blood.
He lifted his head.
With those eyes, venomous to the extreme, he locked his gaze on Fang Qingyu, who was walking toward him step by step.
There was not a trace of pleading in his eyes.
Only a nearly insane provocation and certainty.
"Heh... heh heh..."
He painstakingly worked his shattered jaw, voicing words steeped in vicious glee, every syllable scraping like broken bone:
"Ha... haha... you... really want to... kill me, don’t you?!"
Fang Qingyu’s steps did not falter, and he did not answer.
The Molten Gold Vertical Pupils remained calm and unruffled, as if he were looking at a dead thing.
Seeing Fang Qingyu’s silence, the madness and glee in Miao Zhe’s eyes grew even stronger.
He seemed to have seized his last straw, utterly convinced the other man could not truly kill him under the rules.
"You can’t kill me... heh heh... I won’t die..."
He roared each word out one by one, his shattered jaw twisting his voice out of shape:
"Are you... frustrated? Unwilling to accept it?!"
He suddenly sucked in a deep breath, mixed with blood foam, and with all the strength left in his body, he gave one last roar:
"Don’t worry. Once I’ve healed."
"Once I find out who you really are..."
"Your family, your friends..."
"Even that woman just now."
"Not... a single one will escape..."
The word "escape" had only squeezed out half a syllable from his ruined throat.
The rest of his words suddenly jammed in his throat.
Because he saw that figure, calm as a bottomless pool...
move.
Where Fang Qingyu had just been standing, only a footprint-shaped pit remained, the floor crushed and sunken in an instant.
His silhouette blurred in Miao Zhe’s vision.
An icy chill of death clamped around Miao Zhe’s heart.
The hair all over his body stood on end.
His beastlike instincts shrieked in terror.
"I—!"
The survival instinct drove him to burn his last strength, desperate to shout out those three words.
However...
The word "I" had only just left his mouth.
Fang Qingyu’s figure had already appeared before him like a specter.
So close he could touch him!
Miao Zhe could even clearly see the cold lines on the Thunder Pattern Mask.
See in those Molten Gold Vertical Pupils the reflection of his own face, a blur of blood and flesh, twisted with terror.
And then...
He saw a fist.
A fist covered in specks of starlight, with Dark, lava-like Qi Blood flowing over it.
It expanded rapidly in his vision!
The target... was his already shattered jaw.
No!!
Miao Zhe screamed in despair in his heart.
Bang—!!!
A dull crunch like a watermelon smashed by a Heavy Hammer, enough to make teeth ache.
Fang Qingyu’s fist slammed solidly into Miao Zhe’s jaw.
The fist edge, loaded with Starfire’s molten force, crashed in like a red-hot brand into rotten wood.
Miao Zhe’s already fractured mandible, under that punch, turned to dust in an instant like a smashed porcelain bowl.
The massive impact transmitted upward without the slightest restraint.
His cervical vertebrae groaned under the unbearable strain.
His entire head snapped back and up at an outrageously exaggerated angle.
"Oogh—!!!"
A bizarre, muffled sound, mixed with shattering bone and compressed air, squeezed out from Miao Zhe’s ruined throat.
All the syllables he was about to utter, along with the spray of blood foam and broken teeth, were driven back down his throat...
Brutally hammered into the depths of his gullet by that one ferocious punch.
The two words of surrender he’d tried to shout were strangled before they were born.
