Free Web NovelChapter 806: Chapter 320: Don’t You Think Qingzi Is Really Cool!?
Miao Zhe’s hulking body, struck by this terrifying punch loaded with immense power, flew like a rag doll shot with full force, his feet instantly leaving the ground.
The whole person was hurled straight up into the arena’s sky.
The speed was so fast.
That it even brought about a piercing whistle!
Blood spurted crazily from his completely deformed mouth like ink being spilled, drawing a scarlet trace in the air.
Above the arena, under the bright lights shining down.
Miao Zhe’s body helplessly tumbled in the air, the momentum of ascent reached its peak and began to transform into a descent.
Excruciating pain, suffocation, dizziness from a concussion, finally at this moment thoroughly overwhelmed all madness and ferocity.
Miao Zhe struggled to open his eyes, caked with blood.
Attempting to find the figure that sent him into hell in his rapidly descending view.
Found it!
Right below where his body began to fall.
The figure wearing the Thunder Pattern Mask, unbeknownst to him, stood there steadily.
Slightly bent knees, body sinking, like a bowstring filled with power.
The arena floor beneath sank and cracked silently.
The melted gold vertical pupil, like a hawk locking onto its prey, stared coldly up at his falling form.
Miao Zhe’s pupils.
Shrank into two black dots of despair due to extreme fear.
No—!!!
He wanted to scream, wanted to plead, wanted to concede.
But the broken jaw and throat could only produce leaking sounds.
Fang Qingyu’s kneeling and power-gathering figure suddenly unleashed like a spring compressed to the extreme.
BOOM!!!
The cracked ground beneath exploded into a larger crater.
Debris shot out.
Fang Qingyu’s figure, like a shot cannonball, tore through the air, blasting toward the falling Miao Zhe.
Faster than the descending Miao Zhe.
Launched after yet arrived first!
Almost in the instant that Miao Zhe’s body reached the peak of its downward arc and began to accelerate downwards.
Fang Qingyu’s figure, ghost-like, appeared beside him.
Parallel to him.
His gaze locked onto Miao Zhe’s despairing pupils.
His right fist, carrying compressed star whirl and molten lava, steadily pressed against Miao Zhe’s caved-in chest, right over the heart.
Then, a calm whisper clearly rang out:
"Nine Prisons... Break the Extreme."
BOOM—!!!
A blinding column of light, mixed with dark red and silvery white.
In the instant Fang Qingyu’s fist edge made contact with Miao Zhe’s chest.
Suddenly erupted from the fist edge.
The pillar of light pierced through Miao Zhe’s chest instantly, penetrated his shattered body, and then...
Viciously struck the hard arena floor below.
A thunderous boom louder than any previous impact exploded!
The entire arena shuddered violently at the sound.
Centered at the light pillar’s point of impact, the arena floor instantly caved in.
Web-like terrifying cracks madly spread in all directions.
Thick dust, like a heavy gray-yellow curtain, instantly enveloped the entire center of the arena.
Rolling and surging, blocking out the sky and sun.
After the immense sound and shock, the entire arena plunged into deathly silence.
Dozens of thousands of spectators couldn’t help but stand up.
Looking toward that center of the arena shrouded in rolling dust.
What happened?!
What was the result of that earth-shattering punch?!
In the Desolate Bone Corps area, all members were pale-faced, staring fixedly at that dust cloud.
Time.
Passed second by second amidst the suffocating dead silence.
Finally...
The pervasive dust began to slowly dissipate.
The first thing revealed was.
That massive pit as if struck by a meteorite.
Then...
In the center of the pit, a figure clearly emerged.
He stood with one knee slightly bent, maintaining the downward punching posture, steadily standing at the very center of the pit.
The dark red Qi Blood had already subsided.
The starlight flowing on the skin also faded away.
Only the ferocious Thunder Pattern Mask, amid the scattered dust, reflected the cold light of the arena dome.
The melted gold vertical pupil, calmly gazed at the scorched pit bottom beneath the fist edge.
Besides this.
It’s completely empty!
No flesh, no shattered bones, no broken limbs...
Miao Zhe disappeared.
Or rather, with that punch, Miao Zhe left not a trace, not a shred behind.
"Hiss——!!!"
"Holy crap!!!"
"My heavens!!"
"Where... where did he go?!!"
"Not even a trace left?!"
"What was that just now?! A punch made him disappear?!!"
"Is this really Tier Two?!!"
After a brief dead silence, a noise like an avalanche of waves erupted.
Countless spectators suddenly stood up from their seats.
Stretching their necks, eyes wide open, staring intently at that empty, charred pit, they shouted all sorts of incoherent exclamations and curses.
The immense sound wave almost seemed to lift the dome of the arena.
The ordinary spectators might not fully understand what had happened, but the Transcendents around them, equally shocked, explained immediately:
"Miao Zhe was blown away by that punch just now, not even leaving ashes behind."
In the Desolate Bone Corps area, it was as silent as a graveyard.
All members were pale, eyes filled with fear and anger.
Underneath the stage, Wei Banmeng watched the silhouette slowly rising from the bottom of the pit, a faint but genuine smile at the corner of her mouth.
She turned to look at Su Wanqing beside her, still slightly dazed but with her eyes regaining some vitality, and said softly:
"See, I told you."
"No need to worry about him."
"He’s actually enjoying this stage now."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Su Wanqing’s weakly hanging right arm and pale face, her tone becoming gentle yet resolute:
"Let’s go, I’ll take you for treatment first."
Su Wanqing was assisted by Wei Banmeng and Lin Yu.
Her steps wobbly as she turned, walking toward the contestant passage.
Until she was about to enter the shadow of the passage.
The moment before her view would be completely blocked by the wall.
Su Wanqing suddenly stopped in her tracks, unexpectedly glanced back one last time.
That bewildered gaze.
In that moment, completely faded.
Rekindled with a bit of lively sparkle.
She turned her head, looking at Wei Banmeng who was supporting her, spoke very softly:
"Banmeng..."
"Do you think..."
"Qingzi really is quite handsome?"
Wei Banmeng’s arm paused slightly.
On her cold and calm face, in her always rational eyes, an exceedingly evident hint of surprise and peculiarity flashed for the first time.
Then.
In the hallway.
Faintly came the deliberately lowered but inevitably excited and gossipy voices of two women discussing...
...
On the arena.
The swirling dust finally completely dispersed.
The huge pit, gruesome cracks, charred bottom, and the lone standing figure at its center were clearly presented before tens of thousands of spectators.
Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up.
His gaze ultimately fell on the edge of the charred pit.
There, quietly lay the rough mask made from the Life Ghost Skull that had been on Miao Zhe’s face.
In the previous battle.
It miraculously hadn’t been completely destroyed, only a fragment with eye sockets and part of the forehead remained.
Fang Qingyu took a step forward, slowly walking out of the pit.
Stopping before the half bone mask.
Then, bending down, extending two fingers, picked up that half-piece of blood-stained mask.
Fang Qingyu straightened up.
Fingers gripping that sinister half bone mask.
His gaze slowly lifted, sweeping once more across the entire venue.
Finally, sharply focusing on the direction of the Desolate Bone Corps area.
Then, under the scrutiny of tens of thousands of eyes.
Fang Qingyu raised the blood-stained half bone mask in his hand.
A voice, calm without a ripple, echoed across the entire arena sky:
"Desolate Bone Corps..."
"Is this all you’ve got?"
