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The angle was tricky and fierce, blocking all his dodge spaces.

Zhao Canglan roared, his arm muscles bulging again, dark blue Qi Blood boiling like sea water.

"Furious Sea·Mad Shark Devouring!"

His fists continuously blasted out!

Each punch condensed into a huge, grim shark head formed by compressed Water Element, opening its fierce mouth toward the incoming chains.

Boom boom boom!!!

Fist Force and chain clashed violently in the air, water splashing everywhere, the sharp snapping sound of threads cutting through the air incessantly.

The battle instantly reached fever pitch!

Zhao Canglan’s attacks were wide and sweeping, like a deep-sea beast turning, unleashing wave after wave of violent Water Element attacks, be it giant waves, or Water Cannons, or condensed water as weapons.

Liu Rumei’s Body Technique was elusive, like a ghost traversing the stormy seas, her ten fingers flying, countless transparent threads either forming a net for defense, wrapping as ropes, or condensing into needles to pierce, repeatedly nullifying the fury of the Water Element, while constantly searching for openings to counterattack.

Water vapor filled the ring, energy surged.

The explosive sound of Qi Force collisions, the roar of water impacts, and the sharp noise of threads cutting intertwined, making spectators’ eyes dazzle and hearts surge.

This was the true Heavenly King duel!

Technique, power, attributes, the will’s peak collision!

The two battled back-and-forth for a full fifteen minutes.

Finally, after Zhao Canglan’s burst of energy waned, Liu Rumei seized the fleeting gap, dozens of threads clung like maggots in his bone, instantly wrapping one of his arms and ankle!

The terrifying cutting force erupted instantly!

Zhao Canglan’s tough Protective Qi Blood and powerful muscles were cut into by the threads, blood splattering.

The intense pain and imbalance made his movements pause!

Liu Rumei’s figure, ghost-like, closed in, a fingertip with sharp condensed threads pointing to his rib’s vital spot.

"I concede!"

Zhao Canglan roared unwillingly.

At the moment Liu Rumei’s fingertip touched his skin, she stopped.

"The winner, Thousand Threads!!" The referee announced loudly.

The whole crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers!

This exhilarating and splendid battle completely washed away the previous terrifying shadow brought by Shi Hao, allowing spectators to regain their expectation for the Heavenly King battle!

And the seventh match.

Also, similarly, both sides cautiously at first.

Then the fight began.

Equally matched.

Thoroughly satisfying the audience’s imagination of the term Heavenly King, and pushed the arena’s atmosphere to a new climax.

...

"The eighth match! Thunder God vs. Shadow! Contestants please enter the arena!"

As the referee’s voice echoed through the arena.

The uproar just stirred by the previous two exciting battles was pushed to an unprecedented peak.

"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God!"

"Shadow! Shadow!"

"Finally here!!!"

"The grand finale!!!"

The tidal wave of cheers seemed almost to lift the arena’s dome.

Compared to Shi Hao, who just instantaneously defeated Lin Boyue.

And Thousand Threads and Huo Wu’s just ended exciting duel, at this moment the one stepping onto the stage, Thunder God, was the true existence igniting the crowd’s fervor.

The bridge battle video, hundred-meter Thunder Dragon reaching heaven and earth, shattering bridges, had long spread throughout the City of Injustice.

That magnificent Heavenly Might, that destructive golden Thunder, had become a symbol of Power in countless minds!

Even though Shi Hao displayed despair-inducing terrifying strength.

But in countless spectators’ hearts, solely on visual impact and renown.

Thunder God is indeed the number one!

At this moment, everyone awaited, what kind of demeanor would this Thunder God, who shook the entire city with thunderous might, display when facing Shadow, known for mysterious unpredictability, also one of the Twelve Celestial Kings?

Does he possess the qualification to challenge that demonic muscular man?

Amidst the deafening cheers.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up from his seat in the resting room.

The Thunder Pattern Mask covered face showed no expression, only a pair of calm, melted gold vertical pupils.

He stepped forward, heading towards the arena corridor.

Shortly after Fang Qingyu left.

A whispered mockery clearly sounded, though not loud, it was particularly piercing within the silent resting room:

"Not much in terms of strength... but sure knows how to act."

Speaking was "Sky-splitting Spear" Sun Qian, who advanced in the first four matches.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, looked at the doorway, a trace of unreserved ridicule hanging at his lips.

Clearly, Fang Qingyu’s calm demeanor from start to finish.

And complete ignoring of Mo Li’s questioning earlier.

Made this proud Heavenly King excessively displeased.

Especially after Shi Hao demonstrated his crushing strength.

The stifled irritation and anxiety in Sun Qian’s heart reached the peak.

Seeing Fang Qingyu’s posture, could no longer resist mockery.

Whoosh——!

All eyes in the resting room instantly focused on Sun Qian, then quickly shifted to Jiang Wei, who had just been sitting with Fang Qingyu.

As they just turned their gaze over.

An indescribable terrifying heat descended upon the entire resting room.

The air instantaneously turned scorching hot.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, fearfully turning their heads.

They saw Jiang Wei, who had been sitting quietly, slowly stand up.

She turned, with eyes clear as rubies, devoid of any emotion, locking onto Sun Qian’s face.

That gaze was frighteningly calm.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Wei’s voice was very light, very cold.

Sun Qian, enveloped by this suddenly arrived terrifying pressure, went extremely pale.

As one of the Twelve Celestial Kings, when had he ever been publicly questioned like this?

Especially, under such watchful eyes, being confronted by a woman like this!