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"The winner! Bai Huo!!!"

The referee’s excited voice resounded throughout the venue.

The audience instantly erupted!

"Bai Huo! Bai Huo!"

"So strong! Even Thousand Threads couldn’t withstand a single strike!"

"What is that Platinum Flame?! It feels even more terrifying than the Pure White Flame!"

Jiang Wei slowly retracted her hands.

The searing aura around her quickly subsided.

She glanced at Liu Rumei, who had collapsed in the distance.

She turned and calmly walked towards the exit of the arena.

Her crimson hair gently swayed behind her.

And on the spectators’ stand, Old Chu and others couldn’t help but twitch the corners of their mouths at this scene.

Old Chu even looked pensive, then turned to Old Lu and Wei Banmeng for confirmation: "I say, I shouldn’t have offended Sister Jiang, right?"

The shock in their eyes hadn’t dissipated.

Upon hearing this question, they both rolled their eyes simultaneously.

Then they fell into silence...

After a while, Wei Banmeng finally spoke in a faint voice: "I don’t know if we’ve offended her, but I know that if we don’t work harder... we’ll completely fall behind Qingzi and Xiaojiang."

The male teammates now all called Jiang Wei "Sister Jiang."

Only the sisters called her Xiaojiang.

And Wei Banmeng’s words.

Also made everyone feel an urgent pressure inside.

Inside the contestants’ lounge.

The huge light screen was replaying the scene of Jiang Wei’s Heaven Burning strike.

Fang Qingyu’s Melted Gold vertical pupils watched the light screen.

A sense of understanding flashed through his eyes.

As expected, Jiang Wei’s strength was steadily recovering as well.

That Red Gold flame...

Should be a deeper manifestation of her bloodline power.

He withdrew his gaze.

Just in time to see Shi Hao in the corner opposite, seemingly with a slight turn of his head.

Those hollow, icy eyes, through the eye holes of the mask, fell upon him truly for the first time.

That gaze...

Held no emotion.

Contained no intent to fight.

Only a coldness of locking onto prey.

And... a hint of forcibly suppressed killing intent.

Fang Qingyu’s Melted Gold vertical pupils instantly narrowed.

Just at this moment.

The door of the lounge was pushed open.

The staff member’s voice sounded again, carrying an uncontrollable excitement and tremor:

"Semifinal, second match! Thunder God vs. Shi Hao! Please prepare to enter the arena!!!"

Boom—!!!

This voice was like a fuse.

Instantly igniting the long-accumulated frenzy in the outside stadium!

"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God!"

"Shi Hao! Shi Hao! Shi Hao!"

"It’s happening!!!"

"The finals are starting!!!"

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up from the sofa.

Micro arcs of golden electricity began to coil around him.

Sizzling and crackling.

He calmly met Shi Hao’s cold and hollow gaze.

Shi Hao also left the wall.

Stood up straight.

Heavy footsteps fell to the ground.

Emitting a dull sound.

Like war drums pounding.

The two stood separated by over ten meters.

An invisible aura clashed thunderously in the air.

The lights in the lounge seemed to dim a little.

Fang Qingyu was the first to take a step.

Walking towards the door to the final stage.

Shi Hao followed closely.

Like a silent shadow.

The decisive battle.

Was upon them!

At the end of the contestant passage in the stadium, the heavy alloy door slid open slowly inward.

Like opening the floodgate of a boiling furnace.

Boom—!!!

An avalanche of noise mixed with scorching heat waves.

Instantly shredded the last trace of tranquility in the passage, fiercely impacting Fang Qingyu and Shi Hao.

"They’re here! They’ve arrived!!!"

The roars of hundreds of thousands of spectators converged into a wild surge of sound.

Carrying a fervor intense enough to shatter eardrums, it surged crazily under the dome.

The passageway seemed to tremble slightly underfoot.

Fang Qingyu calmly gazed ahead at the noisy world filled with blinding lights and bobbing heads.

The face hidden under the Thunder Pattern Mask revealed no expression.

He stepped forward.

Steadily treading the special passage to the central main arena.

Behind him.

Shi Hao closely followed.

The two moved one after another, like two silent deities, along the path focused with countless fervent gazes, heading towards the ultimate battlefield.

"Oh oh oh oh—!!!"

As their figures were fully exposed under the gaze of millions.

The roar of the stadium surged to an unprecedented peak.

The golden Shensiao Thunder leapt from Fang Qingyu’s body like tiny electric snakes, crackling in the fervent roar.

And around Shi Hao, that heavy, cold, inhuman aura.

Seemed to be disturbed by this mountain-echoing sea-wave of sound.

At the end of the passageway.

The huge main arena floated silently like an isolated island amidst the sea of boiling humanity.

The arena’s surface, made of some special alloy that shimmered with a metallic cool light, at this moment reflected the blinding glow of the dome.

Fang Qingyu was the first to step onto the edge of the arena.

Instantly!

"Thunder God! Invincible!"

"Tear him apart! Thunder God!"

The voice supporting him surged like a furious wave.

Shi Hao followed closely, his heavy footsteps landing on the alloy surface.

"Muscle Demon! Crush him!"

"Shi Hao! Champion!"

The cheers for him also swept like a black tide, roaring and thundering.

The two stood at opposite ends of the arena.

A hundred meters apart.

An invisible aura like two towering mountains clashed in the center of the arena.

On one side was the majestic Heavenly Might, where Thunder was born and perished.

On the other was an ancient rock, cold and silent.

...

On the spectators’ stand, in the area where Chu Kuanglan and others were located.

Breaking free from the previously silent atmosphere.

At this moment, all eyes were tightly drawn to the two figures on the arena.

"It’s happening..." Chu Kuanglan instinctively held his breath, his large eyes wide open, staring intently at the scene, "Qingzi... it’s up to you now!"

If even Fang Qingyu couldn’t defeat Shi Hao...

Then Jiang Wei would probably struggle!