Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 808: Chapter 321: Why Don’t All of You Come at Me Together!? (Part 2)

"How did he get up there?! Isn’t he a favorite to win the championship? Why would he sign up for the gauntlet match?!"

"Chen Mo always acts alone, doesn’t get involved in faction disputes... Why would he actively challenge this scourge?"

The audience erupted into an even louder commotion.

Countless spectators recognized the young man who suddenly appeared, faces full of astonishment and anticipation.

Chen Mo was considered by all intelligence to be one of the top seed candidates most likely to break into the top ten, possibly even the top three, before the Tier Two group competition began.

His appearance.

Far more surprising and exciting than those notorious henchmen from the Desolate Bone Corps.

After Chen Mo stood still, he didn’t immediately draw his sword.

He slowly raised his head, those bright eyes looking calmly at Fang Qingyu.

No anger, no killing intent, no trace of brutality unique to those from the Desolate Bone Corps.

"Sorry."

"Sent by someone."

Sent by someone?

Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils flickered slightly.

It was clear whose orders he was under.

It must be the City Lord of the City of Injustice.

A mocking arc curled at the corner of Fang Qingyu’s mouth beneath the mask.

He nodded slightly.

No questioning, no anger.

With utter indifference, he used the tip of his foot to gently nudge aside the half-bloodstained bone mask fragment at his feet.

Then, he looked back at Chen Mo.

In those melted gold vertical pupils, calm as a still lake.

"Come on."

...

Arena’s east entrance.

The surging crowd was like a flood bursting its banks, frantically rushing into the arena.

"Make way! Make way! Get the hell out of my way!"

Lei Meng’s burly figure moved like a human tank.

He forcefully carved a path through the congested stream of people.

His face looked urgent as he roughly shoved aside those blocking the way, yelling at the Tian Lin, Chu Kuanglan, and Jiang Wei behind him: "Hurry up! Damn, it’s going wild at the inn! A gauntlet match with ten consecutive wins that hasn’t happened in decades! Missing out on this spectacle, I’d regret it for a year!"

Tian Lin followed closely behind.

His face carried the same curiosity and a hint of seriousness.

Chu Kuanglan grinned widely, his eyes like copper bells flashing with excitement, as he pushed through the crowd and yelled: "Brother Meng, what kind of a guy is this? So fierce? Dared to challenge ten consecutive wins? Even smashed the Desolate Bone Corps’ people to bits? His guts are too big!"

Jiang Wei quietly followed at the end.

Her long red hair was hidden under a simple hood, leaving only a part of her icy, exquisite profile and those clear red eyes visible.

Her gaze appeared to be calmly fixed on Lei Meng’s broad back ahead, but deep in her eyes, it seemed to reflect something beyond the sky.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Who knows!" Lei Meng shouted without looking back, "Old Liu wasn’t clear in the message, just said he’s unbelievably fierce! Hurry up! We’ll find out once we get in!"

The four managed to squeeze into the arena using Lei Meng’s unreasonable presence and Chu Kuanglan’s bulk.

The deafening roar engulfed them instantly.

On the huge circular stands, the dense crowd resembled a boiling sea.

Almost everyone stood up, craning their necks, eyes fervently focused on the central ring three.

There, the dust seemed to have just settled, leaving a massive pit.

At the edge of the pit stood a figure wearing a ferocious Thunder Pattern Mask.

And not far opposite him was a young man in a gray Martial Arts uniform.

"There! Ring three!"

Tian Lin’s sharp eyes immediately pointed to the ring.

"Let’s go, our spot is over there!"

Lei Meng saw Liu San and Old Lu’s waving arms and immediately led the trio over.

"Old Liu! What’s going on?!"

Lei Meng crashed heavily into the seat next to Liu San, shaking the chair, eagerly questioning.

Liu San’s face was flushed red, eyes ablaze with excitement as he pointed at Fang Qingyu on the ring, voice trembling from the thrill: "Brother Meng! Look fast! The one wearing the Thunder Pattern Mask on the ring! It’s him! Just now was simply magical!"

He spoke rapidly, spitting as he exclaimed: "The Desolate Bone Corps’ guy named Miao Zhe, Tier Two Peak! Infamous Bonebreaker! Was punched to oblivion, not even a bit of scum left, just a ’boom’ and it exploded, then he picked up Miao Zhe’s mask and faced tens of thousands of people, asking the Desolate Bone Corps ’Is this all?!’ My heavens! That scene...that aura..."

Liu San’s excitement made him gesture wildly, as if he had witnessed that earth-shattering moment: "Even though I’m Tier Two as well, I feel like I wouldn’t last a second against him, it’s terrifying, he’s not human!"

Lei Meng listened, eyes bulging like copper bells, mouth slightly open, full of incredulity: "No way! Really? Punched him out in one go?! You’re not exaggerating, Old Liu?"

"Absolutely true! Brother Meng! I’ll show you the footage later."

Liu San pounded his chest in assurance.

"Dang... What kind of god is this?" Lei Meng clicked his tongue, eyes fixed intently on the Thunder Pattern Masked person on the stage, filled with amazement and curiosity.

Chu Kuanglan and Jiang Wei squeezed next to Old Lu at this moment.

"Old Lu, is that...?" Chu Kuanglan lowered his voice, using his eyes to signal towards the ring.

Lu Jiuyuan adjusted his glasses on his nose gently, his gaze behind the lenses remained calm, but his tone carried an indiscernible wave: "It’s Qingzi."

"It’s actually him!"

Chu Kuanglan’s eyes lit up, followed by confusion, "Why’d he go on stage? Causing such a commotion? Ten consecutive wins? What’s he trying to do?"