Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 810: Chapter 321: Why Don’t All of You Come at Me Together!?

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

That figure’s feet were like an out-of-control plow, crazily gouging out two alarming deep grooves on the arena, scattering gravel!

Until it collided with the force field at the edge of the arena.

Making a dull, heavy thud.

The force field rippled violently, forcibly bouncing that figure back, staggering a few steps before barely regaining balance.

It’s Chen Mo!

His face pale, with a strand of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth.

The tiger’s mouth of his right hand, which gripped the longsword, was cracked, blood dripping along the hilt.

The seemingly simple longsword was now covered with fine cracks, the blade trembling slightly, emitting a low wail.

His eyes looked towards the dust-filled center of the arena.

Full of extreme shock and disbelief.

The dust slowly cleared away.

Fang Qingyu’s figure emerged clearly.

He still maintained the posture of punching forward, with a starry and dark red fist in front, the air slightly distorted due to intense power compression.

He slowly withdrew his fist, standing straight.

The movement was smooth and natural.

Melted gold vertical pupils looked calmly through the mask at Chen Mo, whose mouth was blood-stained and whose sword was wailing.

No pursuit, no words.

Chen Mo stared intently at Fang Qingyu’s retracted fist, then glanced down at his cracked longsword and bleeding tiger’s mouth.

His chest heaved violently a few times.

Ultimately, the shock in his eyes slowly faded, turning into a profound sense of helplessness and relief.

The gap...is too large.

So large that he couldn’t even entertain a sliver of hope.

That punch from the opponent.

Not only shattered the illustrious Shadowless Sword he prided himself on, but also withheld power at the last moment.

Otherwise, his outcome now might not be much better than Miao Zhe’s.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging qi blood and the intense pain in his arm.

He flipped his wrist, sheathing the cracked longsword.

Then, facing Fang Qingyu at the center of the arena, he cupped his fists, giving a very solemn martial arts salute.

"Thank you...for holding back."

"Chen Mo...concedes."

After speaking, he no longer lingered, turned around, his steps somewhat heavy.

But still keeping his back straight, he walked down the arena step by step, soon disappearing into the shadow of the contestant passageway.

Instant kill.

Another undisputed instant kill!

Though this time there was no gruesome bloodshed.

But the absolute dominance of overwhelming a championship favorite, forcing him to concede, was just as shocking as before.

After a brief dead silence.

Boom——!!!

An even more intense wave of sound instantly drowned the arena!

"Whoa!!!"

"Chen Mo also lost?! One move?! Just one move?!"

"Facing off the Shadowless Sword directly and cracked the sword? What kind of monster physique is this?!"

"Insane! This world is insane! How can Tier Two be this powerful?!"

"Ten consecutive victories! Are we truly witnessing the birth of a legend today?!"

...

Desolate Bone Corps’ area.

Gu Yan’s eyes were as calm as a deep well.

At the moment Chen Mo was blown away by a punch and conceded, they finally narrowed slightly.

Though it was only for an instant.

But within that slit, a trace of genuine gravity flashed by.

This Thunder Pattern Masked person’s strength...far exceeds estimation!

"Deputy..."

The subordinate next to him, as cold as a snake, leaned in, his voice carrying a hint of unnoticeable urgency: "Shui Lu and the others have already reached the registration point, they’re signing up. But... Chen Mo’s defeat was so decisive, should we..."

"Urge them." Gu Yan’s voice was like two pieces of ice rubbing against each other, colder than before, "Tell them, if they don’t kill him. There’s no need to come down."

"Yes!"

The subordinate’s heart tensed.

...

On the arena.

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze, no longer looking in the direction Chen Mo departed.

Melted gold vertical pupils again swept toward the Desolate Bone Corps’ area.

This time, he didn’t raise any fragments nor did he speak.

But that calm gaze was more penetrating than any provoking words.

As if silently saying.

Next one.

Your turn.

Time.

In the feverish shouts and anxious waiting of the audience, passed second by second.

The third arena plunged into a brief silence.

Fights on the other two arenas continued, but now almost no one paid attention.

Everyone’s focus was firmly fixed on the third arena, pinned on the Thunder Pattern Masked person standing like a javelin at the edge of the deep pit.

He was waiting.

The audience was also waiting.

Waiting for the Desolate Bone Corps’ response.

Finally.

After nearly ten minutes of suffocating waiting.

A commotion appeared at the entrance linking the contestant passageway to the arena.

Eight figures.

Like rocks parting the tide, forcibly emerged from the surging crowd.

They wore sinister bone armor pieced together from some dark bone material.

Their faces were covered with fierce bone masks, revealing only the eyes and mouth.

Their appearance.

Immediately caused a huge commotion among the nearby audience seats.

"They’re here! The Desolate Bone Corps have arrived!"

"It’s the Bone Group Massacre, my god, Desolate Bone Corps actually sent them all out!"

"This is a fight to the death.!"

"That masked man...can he withstand this? This is a gauntlet battle!"

Under the scrutiny of countless gazes.

The eight Desolate Bone Corps members directly walked below the third arena.

The leading five, infamous as the Bone Group Massacre.

Shui Lu, Ti Gou, Duan Jin...stood beneath the stage.

Their gaze penetrated the eye holes of their bone masks, locking tightly onto Fang Qingyu on the stage.