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A ferocious rage instantly surged to the top of his head!

"I said he’s pretending! So what?!"

Sun Qian took a sudden step forward, and the sharp Qi Force around him exploded violently, colliding fiercely with Jiang Wei’s invisible scorching pressure.

Boom!

The two powerful auras clashed thunderously in the lounge.

An invisible surge of energy rolled over, flipping several chairs.

The wall hangings emitted a groan of unbearable weight.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and explosive!

Everyone instinctively took a step back.

They looked at the two confronting people with uncertainty and suspicion.

Yet a barely noticeable... excitement of watching a spectacle flashed in everyone’s eyes.

After all, if someone were to be eliminated at this moment.

It would mean that their chances of winning first place increased slightly.

Therefore, no one spoke up; everyone silently watched.

Jiang Wei looked at the raging Sun Qian without saying a word.

She slowly raised her left hand.

The pale and slender fingertip lightly grazed across the palm.

Sizzle.

A faint blood scar appeared instantly.

A drop of bright red Blood Pearl seeped out.

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Jiang Wei casually picked up a sheet of A4 paper with the schedule printed on it from the table beside her.

Plop.

The drop of blood fell precisely onto the white paper, quickly spreading into a small blot of glaring red.

Jiang Wei used her blood-stained fingertip.

Drew a clear horizontal line on the paper.

Then, she raised those unsettlingly calm red eyes to look at the livid Sun Qian.

Her voice remained cool and clear, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness:

"Death Match."

"Dare to accept?"

As these words fell.

Everyone was stunned!

A Death Match?!

Just because of a taunt?

Is this Bail Huo... crazy?!

The rage on Sun Qian’s face froze instantly, his pupils shrank abruptly.

He stared fixedly at the blood-stained paper in Jiang Wei’s hand, then looked into Jiang Wei’s serene eyes.

A chill, uncontrollably rising from the spine, swept through his entire body.

He had no doubt that this woman was serious.

She truly intended to fight to the death here, in front of everyone, over just one sentence!

Sun Qian’s mind was buzzing.

Agree?

Are you kidding?!

The other party is also one of the Twelve Celestial Kings, with unfathomable strength.

Even if he could win, it would definitely be a pyrrhic victory.

What about the upcoming competition?

What about the bet of hundreds of Pure Crystals?

What was the point of fighting tooth and nail to get into the top sixteen?

And what if he lost?

Then he would become the biggest joke in the history of the City of Injustice.

Killed on the spot in the lounge by another Heavenly King over a loose tongue!

This thought made Sun Qian feel cold all over, as if plunged into an ice cave.

Refuse?

Being intimidated by a woman with a Death Match in front of peers of the same level?

Where would his face go?!

Time passed second by second in suffocating silence.

The room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

Only Sun Qian’s heavy breathing and the glaring red of blood on the paper were present.

The expressions of those present varied, some in astonishment, some in amusement, some in disbelief, but mostly in absurdity.

This year’s Twelve Celestial Kings...

What kind of monsters are they?!

One can incapacitate a Heavenly King with a punch, and one is willing to risk life over a sentence?!

How does this scene differ from the previous Celestial Kings?

Finally.

Under Jiang Wei’s calm yet deadly gaze.

Sun Qian’s face fluctuated between green and red, his chest heaving violently, and his teeth grinding audibly.

He suddenly lowered his head.

Through gritted teeth, he squeezed out a few words, his voice hoarse and dry:

"I... apologize, alright."

Jiang Wei looked at him without speaking.

That calm gaze made Sun Qian feel worse than the most vicious insults.

He was on the verge of collapse.

Finally, Jiang Wei slowly lowered her left hand holding the blood-stained paper, but still kept it in her grasp.

"Wait for him to come down." Her cool voice sounded, with an undeniable tone, "You, personally apologize to him."

After speaking, she didn’t glance at Sun Qian again.

As if the earlier invitation to a Death Match never happened, she returned to her seat without care.

The lounge fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was overwhelmed by Jiang Wei’s unreasonably strong attitude.

Sun Qian’s face turned from green to white, then from white to red.

Clenching his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but ultimately he made no further sound.

...

On the arena.

Fang Qingyu was naturally unaware of everything that had happened in the lounge.

He stood at one end of the arena, his eyes calm beneath the Thunder Pattern Mask, looking across.

His opponent, "Shadow," also wore a mask.

It was a dark purple mask depicting twisted shadow patterns, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as ancient wells.

Shadow’s physique was average.

Wearing a well-tailored dark gray combat suit, his aura was restrained, blending with the background, giving an elusive sense of mystery.

In the previous lounge.

Shadow was the most silent and reserved of the Twelve Celestial Kings.

Rarely spoke voluntarily, only standing up in shock when Shi Hao incapacitated Lin Boyue with a punch.

At this moment, facing the renowned "Thunder God."

Shadow clearly wasn’t taking any chances.

Even before the referee announced the start, his aura had begun to rise and condense slowly.

A cold, eerie aura spread out.

Making the light behind him seem to distort and dim, with faint, blurry shadows writhing and coalescing in the void behind him.

Apostle!

Shadow was one of the rare Divine Chosen in the Twelve Celestial Kings.

The god he worshipped was unknown, but his abilities were well-known to all.