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Their breaths were restrained to the utmost, like two stubborn rocks, inconspicuous in the surging undercurrents of energy.

However, this inconspicuousness didn’t last long.

"Hey, two cloak and dagger guys, hiding in the corner hoping to get lucky?"

A tall, scar-faced man, carrying a heavy Mountain Opening Axe, casually approached the corner where Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei stood, accompanied by a few equally fierce companions.

The scar-faced man’s gaze swept over the Thunder Pattern Mask on Fang Qingyu’s face and the white mask on Jiang Wei’s face, revealing a sinister smile: "Looking at you cowards, I’ll send you down for a warm-up first!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung the Mountain Opening Axe down sharply.

Dark red violent Qi Blood infused the axe blade, creating an ear-piercing scream as it slashed towards Fang Qingyu’s head.

The people behind also showed their skills, covering the two.

In their view.

The two masked men in the corner, exuding ordinary aura, were the perfect soft targets.

Facing the sudden assault.

Fang Qingyu didn’t even turn to look at the oncoming Giant Axe.

He just raised his right hand casually, spreading his fingers towards the direction of the scar-faced man’s attack.

Crackle—!!!

A brilliant golden Thunder burst from his palm without any warning.

No power build-up, no precursor.

The golden electric snake tore through the air, carrying the overwhelming Heavenly Might, instantly traversing several dozen meters.

The malicious grin on the scar-faced man’s face froze instantly, transforming into boundless horror.

He managed to barely position the Mountain Opening Axe horizontally in front of him.

Boom—!!!

A deafening explosion erupted.

The extraordinary Mountain Opening Axe, infused with all his Qi Blood, shattered inch by inch like paper.

The violent golden Thunder continued its momentum, fiercely striking his cross-blocking arms.

Crackling!

A hair-raising series of bone-cracking sounds erupted!

The scar-faced man let out a shrill, distorted scream, his arms twisting into bizarre shapes, charred black; his whole being was flung upwards as if hit by a Siege Hammer, spraying blood, his body tumbling like a broken sack, crashing against the distant Force Field with a loud thud, sliding down limply, completely unconscious.

Almost instantly as Fang Qingyu struck.

Jiang Wei slightly shifted her posture, her clear red pupils scanning the approaching figures.

She didn’t even lift her hand.

Whoosh—!

A scorching pure white airwave spread out from her center, distorting the air!

The attacking punches and palm shadows vanished silently like snow melting upon contact with the white airwave.

The attackers felt an unbearable scorching heatwave sweeping over them.

Like standing on the brink of an erupting volcano.

Their Protective Qi Blood ignited instantly, hissing with burning sounds, skin feeling extreme burn pain.

"Ugh!"

"Pfft!"

The group simultaneously let out painful grunts, their bodies thrown backward more hastily than when they came, smoke rising from them, crashing heavily on the ground, rolling, and unable to rise for some time.

The whole corner area cleared instantly.

The entire incident unfolded in a flash.

From the scar-faced man’s taunting attack to their crew being cleared out like garbage, it amounted to just two or three breaths.

The contestants nearby who initially seemed eager, hoping to benefit, suddenly froze like someone had grabbed their throats, their greed and mockery turning into ashen fright and disbelief.

One by one, gazes.

Fixed on the two calmly standing figures in the corner as if they had seen ghosts.

Thunder Pattern Mask... Gold Thunder...

White Mask... Pure White Airwave...

"Thunder... Thunder God?! Bail Huo?!!"

A trembling exclamation shattered the dead silence.

Like ice cubes thrown into a boiling oil pan.

Wow—!!!

The entire perimeter of the arena exploded instantly.

"Oh my heavens! It’s them! Truly, those two Bridge War Gods, the Thunder God, and the mysterious Bail Huo!"

"They actually joined the Tier Three Tournament?!"

"One move to kill Tier Three mid-stage?! What the hell kind of monsters are they?!"

"Quick! Stay away from them! Don’t provoke them at any cost!"

Panic spread like a plague among contestants near the outskirts.

Everyone who looked at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei was filled with extreme awe and terror.

The corner area once crowded quickly opened up into a large vacuum space.

No one dared approach within ten meters of them anymore.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei remained unaffected by this.

They continued to stand quietly in the corner, their gazes calmly sweeping over the intense mêlée on the stage.

Flashes of blades and swords crisscrossed, Elemental Energy boomed, angry roars and screams resounded.

People constantly got heavily injured, knocked flying, upon hitting the shield were judged eliminated and transported away.

Yet some powerful figures stood like reefs, easily crushing challengers daring to approach.

A thousand-person brawl, chaotic and brutal.

Time flowed amidst the intense fighting.

The number of participants on the stage rapidly dwindled.

When the mêlée lasted approximately an hour.

The gigantic light screen finally fixed the first group’s remaining numbers at 100.

Hum—!

A gentle glow enveloped the entire arena.

The referee stepped out to announce the end of the match.

On the first group advancement list.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s names were prominently listed.

The process was almost boringly easy.

During the ensuing days.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei appeared at the arena like clockwork.

Entered their designated large group arena.

Then, under countless awe-filled fearful gazes, found a quiet corner.