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Chapter 809: Chapter 321: Why Don’t You All Come at Me Together!?_3

Lu Jiuyuan succinctly narrated what had happened earlier: "Wanqing was in danger on stage, facing Miao Zhe from the Desolate Bone Corps. He was ruthless, with every move aimed to kill. Wanqing got injured, and at a critical moment, Qingzi unexpectedly used the rules to go on stage and assist. According to the tournament rules, the assistant must win ten consecutive battles for the assisted; otherwise, both will be considered to have violated and forfeited, and Qingzi will also be penalized."

"Damn!"

Chu Kuanglan’s confusion instantly turned into a huge excitement and schadenfreude, "Ten battles? Hahaha! The Desolate Bone Corps is going to face some serious trouble! Qingzi is holding back to make a big move against them! Exciting! So exciting!"

He couldn’t help but rub his big hands excitedly.

And Jiang Wei, standing nearby, upon hearing that Su Wanqing was in danger.

A trace of icy coldness flashed across her clear red eyes.

But upon hearing Fang Qingyu’s timely rescue, that coldness quietly dissipated.

However, when she glanced again at the calm figure on the stage, she gradually raised her gaze, penetrating through the noisy and bustling crowd.

When cast towards the depths of the void in the clouds.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed gently once more.

In the depths of her ruby-like eyes, a clear sense of displeasure and silent questioning appeared on her face.

As if saying...

You went too far.

...

Deep within the clouds.

The space slightly distorted.

A figure in a dark robe hovered silently.

Da Lei stood with arms folded.

The young yet weathered face showed no expression.

His deep eyes seemed to reflect the ancient starry sky, yet appeared empty.

Below in the arena.

The thunderous noise and enthusiasm seemed completely incapable of piercing the tranquility of this space.

However, the moment Jiang Wei’s gaze, filled with clear displeasure and questioning, pierced through layer after layer of barriers and fell upon him.

Da Lei’s eternally indifferent eyes.

Subtly, subtly wavered.

As if a small stone had been cast into a tranquil ancient pond.

He slowly lowered his gaze, seemingly penetrating the thick clouds and energy shield, landing precisely on the hooded red-haired girl in the audience.

Their eyes... seemed to meet in the void.

Da Lei’s lips imperceptibly tightened downward a bit.

That was an emotion akin to a headache.

He certainly knew why Fang Qingyu went on stage.

He also understood why Jiang Wei was displeased.

But he had his considerations.

The City of Injustice needed balance, and some things needed clarification.

Fang Qingyu, this unpredictable factor, had strength far beyond estimation, and his mentality was even harder to fathom.

Putting him in a ten-match gauntlet was both a pressure and the best window for observing his limits and tactics.

But he seemed to have underestimated this young fellow’s destructive power.

Also underestimated... Jiang Wei’s protectiveness.

That silent questioning gaze, like a tangible shackle, made even this master of the City of Injustice feel a bit troubled.

Da Lei was silent for several moments.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

The hem of the dark robe fluttered lightly in the silent airflow.

As if completely isolating the noise below and that somewhat uncomfortable gaze.

....

On the stage.

"Come on."

Fang Qingyu’s calm voice fell.

Opposite him, Chen Mo’s bright eyes suddenly became incredibly focused.

"Forgive me."

He shouted softly, not wasting any more words.

Boom!

A ferocious Sword Intent suddenly erupted from within him.

Without an earth-shattering momentum, yet seemingly slicing the surrounding air into fragments.

He leaned slightly forward, his right hand flashing deftly to rest on the hilt of the seemingly plain-sheathed longsword at his waist.

Clang——!

A sword cry like a dragon’s roar resounded on the stage.

A sheet-like bright sword light suddenly blazed.

Fast!

Fast to the extreme!

In many people’s eyes, they only saw a blur of Chen Mo’s figure.

A dazzling chill that tore through the air had crossed a thirty-meter distance, appearing before Fang Qingyu as if by teleportation!

The sword tip targeted directly at Fang Qingyu’s throat.

This strike had no embellishments, only pure, extreme speed and sharpness.

Facing this terrifying strike that could instantly kill a regular Tier Two Peak.

Fang Qingyu’s Melted Gold pupils remained unperturbed.

He didn’t even look at the sword light speeding to the extreme.

Just... at the moment before the sword light was upon him.

Fang Qingyu’s body moved.

Stepping forward, straight into the tearing sword light.

The stage floor silently sank and cracked beneath his feet!

His whole figure, like a fully drawn and released bowstring, transformed into a nearly untraceable blur, fiercely charging forward.

Speed... unexpectedly faster than the brilliant sword strike.

Striking after but arriving first.

Boom!!!

A thunderous and terrifying explosion, like two high-speed moving mountains colliding fiercely.

Violent waves of air erupted in a ring centered on their collision point.

The hard stage floor was lifted layer by layer like fragile biscuits, rocks mixed with dust shooting around like bullets.

Billowing dust instantly enveloped the collision center completely.

In the audience, countless people stretched their necks, held their breath, eyes wide open, trying to see the scene within the dust cloud.

Who won?!

Did Chen Mo’s unstoppable strike pierce the opponent?

Or did the Thunder Pattern Mask man clash with the sword’s edge with greater force?

The next second.

Whoosh—!

A figure shot back from the rolling dust like a cannonball.

Moving so fast it left a piercing afterimage in the air.