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City Lord Da Lei...

This was a reminder to all the participants, especially to those Twelve Celestial Kings.

Is the depth of this tournament even greater than imagined?

Or are they... screening for something?

Clashing head-on with a Tier Four is indeed tricky.

That means the opponent’s Defense or burst Power has reached a terrifying level that surpasses the usual Tier Three limit.

But it’s only tricky, nothing more.

Being able to clash head-on doesn’t mean invincible, much less immortal.

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly, his voice betraying no emotion: "Alright, I understand. I’ll be careful."

They quickly melted into the surging crowd.

They stepped into the entrance passage of the Central Arena, like the gaping maw of some primordial giant beast.

A deafening wave of cheers instantly swallowed them up; even the air seemed to be boiling.

Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, and Wu Feng, Zhou Zhen headed toward the competitors’ rest area passage.

They split off from Chu Kuanglan and the others who were going to the stands.

As two of the currently most high-profile Twelve Celestial Kings.

And as contestants who had successfully advanced into the top 256.

Their rest room wasn’t crowded.

There were only a dozen or so people in each rest room.

Pushing open the heavy door.

A spacious, bright, fully equipped large rest room appeared before their eyes.

Inside, more than ten contestants who had made it into the top 256 were already seated. The atmosphere wasn’t exactly relaxed; some sat with eyes closed to rest, others spoke in low voices.

When Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked in, the rest room instantly quieted down quite a bit.

Gazes one after another focused on them, tinged with awe.

Fang Qingyu casually found a spot in a corner and sat down; Jiang Wei quietly took a seat by his side.

Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen chose seats a little farther away, trying their best not to draw attention.

However, this brief calm didn’t last long.

The rest room door was pushed open once more.

A condensed sense of oppression, like an invisible tide, instantly poured into the entire space.

Everyone’s gaze.

Even those who had their eyes closed to rest, was involuntarily drawn over.

At the doorway stood a figure.

This person was close to two meters tall, with an extraordinarily massive frame. The exposed neck and forearm muscles were layered and knotted like gnarled old tree roots, bulging and swollen, his skin showing a bronzed, metallic sheen as if it had been tempered for years under tremendous impact.

He wore a simple black sleeveless combat outfit.

His face was covered by a plain dark-gray metal mask that had no patterns and only revealed his eyes; the gaze beneath the mask was as calm as a deep pool, yet it contained an indescribable sense of Power.

He was the one ranked alongside Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei among the Twelve Celestial Kings.

Renowned for absolute Defense and terrifying strength, the one Old Chu jokingly called the "Devil Muscleman" — Shi Hao.

His very appearance carried a powerful aura.

What drew even more attention was that—

There were already two Heavenly Kings, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, in the rest room.

Three Heavenly Kings gathered under one roof!

In the Tier Three tournament zone, where contestants were scattered across dozens of rest rooms, this was an extremely rare sight.

The atmosphere in the rest room instantly turned oppressive and subtle.

Everyone unconsciously lightened their breathing.

Shi Hao’s gaze swept across the rest room without any pause, and finally locked precisely onto Fang Qingyu in the corner.

He took a step and walked straight toward Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu’s Melted Gold vertical pupils watched him approach calmly, and he slowly rose from his seat.

The other’s aura was very pure—it was the path of the Martial Artist.

The "Martial Saint" title above his head was clearly visible.

Apart from that weighty presence that far surpassed those of the same tier, there was nothing else unusual he could see for the moment.

Just as Shi Hao was still seven or eight steps away from Fang Qingyu, a group of people poured into the rest room again. Judging by their outfits, they were contestants from other rest rooms. Excitement and a "here to watch the show" look were written on their faces, their eyes glued to Shi Hao’s back.

"Here he comes, here he comes! Shi Hao really came looking for him!"

"Told you, he definitely won’t let a single one of the Twelve Celestial Kings off!"

"Tsk tsk, Thunder God and Bail Huo are the last two!"

The arrival and chatter of this group instantly shattered the silence in the rest room, drawing everyone’s attention. Those who had originally been in the rest room were all wearing expressions of confusion mixed with curiosity.

"What’s going on? What do you mean, ’the last two’?"

One contestant couldn’t help asking.

Someone in the newly arrived group immediately replied excitedly, "It’s a wager! Shi Hao’s challenging all the Twelve Celestial Kings to a bet! They’re betting on who can take first place in this tournament, and the stakes are the Pure Crystals of the Twelve Celestial Kings!"

"What?!"

"Betting Pure Crystals?!"

"Betting on who gets first? Winner takes all?!"

The rest room instantly exploded.

Exclamations rose one after another.

Pure Crystals were top-tier resources coveted even by Tier Three powerhouses.

Each of the top 256 got 10.

Then for every round of the main event, it increased by 10.

Up until the top 8, where one could get 60.

And from the top 4 onward, the increment became 20, yielding 80.

The runner-up got 100.

And the sole champion would get as many as 150!

The twelve Heavenly Kings— even if some of them were eliminated early.

As long as they reached the top sixteen or even top thirty-two, the amount of Pure Crystals they’d accumulated would be extremely considerable.

If the final winner took everything.

The total number of Pure Crystals pooled together would be astronomical.

Hundreds of them!

This amount of resources was enough to drive any faction mad.

"Heaven above! Shi Hao’s got some nerve! And some appetite!"

"Is he really that confident he can take first, or is he just insane?!"

"The key is... did the other Heavenly Kings all agree? Will Thunder God and Bail Huo agree?"

"Haven’t heard of anyone refusing. Seems like they all agreed, otherwise Shi Hao wouldn’t be hunting them down one by one!"

The surrounding chatter surged into their ears like a tide.