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On the arena.

Fang Qingyu fixed his gaze firmly on Shi Hao standing opposite him.

[Martial Saint].

Two red characters clearly hovered over Shi Hao’s head.

The title had not changed at all.

But the sense of incongruity and strangeness was much stronger than yesterday in the resting room.

Fang Qingyu had been thinking since just now...

Still not quite understanding what exactly had changed on the other party.

The only thing he could be sure of was the danger.

The Shi Hao before him was much more dangerous...

Than when he defeated Lin Boyue yesterday.

Just as the ominous feeling in Fang Qingyu’s heart climbed to its peak.

"City of Injustice Tier Three Tournament, Semifinal Second Match!" The host’s voice, excited to the point of cracking, boomed through the arena’s sound system like thunder, instantly igniting the final touch of excitement, "Thunder God against Shi Hao!!!"

"Clash of the Titans, Battle of the Kings! Right now!!!"

"The match begins!!!"

Boom——!!!

The word "begin" was like a fuse that ignited a barrel of explosives.

The audience’s feverish excitement erupted at its zenith.

"Kill——!!!"

"Thunder God! Smash him!"

"Shi Hao! Crush him!"

In that brief moment, as the thunderous clamor still resonated in the air.

Buzz!

On the other end of the arena, Shi Hao’s figure suddenly blurred.

A moment ago.

He was still a hundred meters away.

The next moment, his face, covered by a dark gray metal mask, appeared ghost-like, unannounced, less than a meter from Fang Qingyu.

A fist, wrapped under a black combat suit, with muscles knotted like cast steel.

Carried a disquieting sense of deathly stillness.

Tore through the last distance between them.

The air before the fist was compressed to the extreme, emitting a dull, heart-stopping boom.

Directly pounding Fang Qingyu’s unguarded chest.

So fast.

Faster than when dealing with Lin Boyue yesterday.

Faster than the speed displayed in any previous match.

Fast enough to surpass the capture of vision.

Fast enough to turn the audience’s deafening cheers into countless gasps of astonishment, as if their throats were suddenly choked.

Countless eyes widened in horror.

It’s over!

Thunder God is an Apostle.

Being close to a muscle monster like Shi Hao, especially at such a moment when the thunder seemed not fully condensed...

The consequences would be unimaginable.

In the private boxes, Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and others experienced a sudden stop in their hearts, their pupils dilating instantaneously.

Just as the terrifyingly powerful fist was about to touch the Thunder Pattern Mask...

Boom——!!!!

A sound terrifyingly thunderous to the extreme exploded abruptly on the arena.

The violent wave of air, centered around the two, swept outwards like an uncontrolled hurricane in a circular frenzy.

The hard alloy ground of the arena cracked and rolled inch by inch.

Dust mixed with shattered metal powder soared skyward!

What happened?!

Countless spectators instinctively covered their ears, eyes wide, staring fixedly at the dust-covered collision center.

The wave of air subsided slightly, and the dust slowly descended.

When the view cleared again, the entire arena fell into an unprecedented dead silence.

Time seemed to freeze.

The expressions on everyone’s faces were fixed in disbelief and shock.

Only to see...

Fang Qingyu still stood firmly in place, his feet as though taking root.

The ground beneath him appeared in a web-like cracked depression.

And his raised right hand, fingers open, shockingly clenched onto Shi Hao’s fist aimed at him.

At the point of impact between fist and palm, the air still emitted low, booming echoes.

Blocked it!

Thunder God actually caught the deadly punch of the muscular demon with just one hand?!

What frightened everyone even more was Fang Qingyu’s current state.

Golden Shenxiao Thunder still crackled and roared around him, exuding awe-inspiring Heavenly Might.

But!

Under that extremely righteous and positive golden thunder light.

A dark red Qi Blood burst forth explosively!

This Qi Blood displayed a viscous liquid texture, red to the point of blackness, emanating a heart-palpitating ferocious aura.

Golden Shenxiao and dark red Qi Blood.

Two entirely different, inherently opposing forces, were now eerily intertwining on Fang Qingyu’s body.

Forming an armor like a mix of lava and lightning...

And amidst the alternating golden and red energy glow.

Two sharp objects seemed to protrude from either side of Thunder God’s head.

However, they were entirely wrapped in thunder and Qi Blood...

It was unclear what lay within.

And this scene...

Was clearly captured by everyone.

The violent Shenxiao Thunder leapt and screamed around Fang Qingyu.

The ferocious dark red Qi Blood surged and roared across his form.

Golden divinity and dark red demonhood!

At this moment, they perfectly merged within Fang Qingyu!

Fang Qingyu just stood there quietly.

His right hand tightly holding Shi Hao’s all-destroying fist, molten gold vertical pupils watching coldly through the mask into those hollow eye sockets.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu...

Embodied the unity of divinity and demonhood!

Like a fusion of angel and demon.

"Hiss——!!!"

After a brief stillness.

Came the sound that swept across the entire arena.

Countless mouths gaped open, eyes bulging, as if witnessing the most unbelievable divine miracle.

"My... my heavens!!!"

"What... what is that?! What kind of power is that?!"

"Qi Blood?! The surge on Thunder God’s body is Martial Arts Qi Blood?! Isn’t he an Apostle?! How can he use Qi Blood???"

"Could it be that Thunder God is actually a Martial Saint!!?"

Suddenly, discussions arose.

In the audience, Old Chu and the others were also frowning tightly, immediately standing up.

Looking at the scene on stage where Fang Qingyu’s Qi Blood and thunder intertwined.

Their eyes didn’t show surprise.

But a grave seriousness.

They knew Fang Qingyu possessed dual systems of Martial Artist and Divine Cultist...

In fact, when they first found out.

Old Chu had asked whether they could be used in fusion.

And at that time, Fang Qingyu didn’t hide it.

So they also knew that system fusion was Fang Qingyu’s final trump card.

But now...

The match had just begun.

Qingzi had already revealed his trump card.

This meant this battle was going to be even tougher than they imagined.

On stage.

Indeed, as Old Chu and others had thought.

Fang Qingyu opening the fusion of Shenxiao Envoy and Martial Arts Grandmaster systems at this moment was somewhat out of necessity.

Because Shi Hao’s punch was too fast.

Faster than any previous battle by more than double.

Fang Qingyu’s combat instinct almost subconsciously activated the dual system fusion, only then did he manage to catch the punch.

However, revealing a trump card...

Doesn’t mean he has no more cards left.

Thus, Fang Qingyu’s heart remained as calm as still water.

Looking at the seemingly emotionless Shi Hao in front of him, he said softly:

"Come... let me see what kind of ghostly being you are exactly."