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Waiting for the end of the chaotic battle.

No fighting, no waves.

The titles of "Thunder God" and "Bail Huo" were like two insurmountable mountains, intimidating all the contestants in the same group.

No one dared to step into the Thunder Pool.

On the second day, the qualifying rounds for Group Five ended.

The list of the top thousand in the Tier Three Tournament was officially released.

The real elimination stage began!

The rules of the elimination matches were completely different.

The huge light screen clearly listed the rules.

[The elimination matches adopt a points system.]

[Win: +2 points.]

[Loss: -1 point.]

[Draw: 0 points.]

[Each contestant must have ten randomly matched battles per day.]

[At the end of the three-day schedule, the top 256 in total points will advance to the final ranking matches!]

Points system, random matching, ten rounds per day!

This means that even someone as strong as Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei might encounter each other.

But this actually made Fang Qingyu feel more at ease.

Having enough points is sufficient, no need to win every match, pressure is greatly reduced.

Moreover, ten rounds of high-intensity battles every day are truly the stage to test skills and hone techniques.

The first day of the elimination matches.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei once again stepped into their respective contestant channels.

The huge main arena was divided into dozens of small independent force field arenas.

Multiple battles could take place simultaneously.

Fang Qingyu’s opponent was a late-stage Tier Three Martial Arts Grandmaster with a stable aura.

When he saw the iconic Thunder Pattern Mask on Fang Qingyu’s face, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Thun...Thunder God?!"

The battle intent on the martial artist’s face instantly disappeared without a trace, replaced by deep bitterness and helplessness.

He took a deep breath, cupped his fists to Fang Qingyu who had just stepped onto the arena, and said dryly: "I admit defeat."

Decisive and straightforward, without hesitation.

After speaking, he directly turned around and signaled to the referee to concede.

The referee was evidently not surprised, and directly announced Fang Qingyu as the winner, adding 2 points.

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly and turned to leave.

On the other side, Jiang Wei’s opponent was a Divine Chosen who controlled the Water Element.

When he saw Jiang Wei’s pure white mask and the faint scorching heat around her, distorting the air slightly.

This Divine Chosen didn’t even dare to cast a probing spell, turned pale, and conceded directly.

"I concede."

On the first day, ten rounds of matches.

The ten opponents Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei faced, without exception, all chose to concede without hesitation after recognizing their identity!

Ten battles, ten "victories", points soared by 20!

The two were at the top of the leaderboard!

Cheers of "Thunder God! Bail Huo!" rose and fell like a tsunami in the audience stands.

They didn’t even need to make a move; just their titles made opponents flee in defeat.

This terrifying reputation and deterrence.

Made all the major forces watching the competition take notice.

Various gazes focused on the two of them.

...

The second day of the elimination matches, morning.

Fang Qingyu had just opened the hotel room door, preparing to head to the arena.

The figure standing outside made his steps pause slightly.

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, Lu Jiuyuan, Old Qin, their faces showed a bit of fatigue, but their eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Resolved?"

Fang Qingyu’s lips curled into a slight arc, stepping aside.

"Absolutely!" Chu Kuanglan was the first to squeeze in, his bronze bell eyes full of excitement, his voice loud, "Qingzi, you should’ve seen it. The scene, tsk tsk tsk!"

Wei Banmeng followed him into the room with a gentle smile: "As for the Iron Stream Sect, the last time Han Li took a few elders to assault the headquarters and was severely injured by President Yan, they completely slumped. We, with the help of Dawn’s brothers, cleared up the Tier Two forces under the Iron Stream Sect thoroughly, either eliminating or recruiting them as needed."

"Han Li?" Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow.

"Hey!" Chu Kuanglan took over the conversation, grinning widely, and said gleefully: "That old fellow, first got bombarded by Sister Jiang with a big firework in their lair, making him ashen-faced, losing several high-level members, and almost spat blood in anger. Then I and Old Lu led people every day to infiltrate their territory for assassinations, specially targeting their Tier Two members which they couldn’t capture, making them feel extremely stifled! In the end, they couldn’t hold it anymore, tried to go hard like our Brother Meng did, only to get slapped half-paralyzed by President Yan and carried back..."

He spread his hands wide, making an exaggerated expression: "Ended up, I heard, when they got him to the hospital, upon hearing the report that we had almost emptied their coffers, losing more than half of their territory, he couldn’t take a single breath, and straight-up died out of anger! Hahaha!"

"Died of anger?"

Fang Qingyu was also taken aback, then shook his head with a wry smile.

This ending was indeed filled with a theatrical absurdity.

A generation of Tier Three Martial Saints, Sect Leader of the Iron Stream Sect, ultimately ended in such a manner.

"Quite the temper."

Fang Qingyu remarked, his gaze shifting to Old Qin who stood quietly on the side.

The Melted Gold vertical pupils scanned over Old Qin, the smile on Fang Qingyu’s lips deepened: "Almost Tier Two?"

Old Qin replied, a steady and confident smile appearing on his face, nodding forcefully: "Yes! I feel it’s just a few days away."

"Mouse, where are Old Qiao and Lv Chen?" Fang Qingyu asked.

"They’ve both made significant progress!" Chu Kuanglan patted Old Qin’s shoulder, "Especially that kid Mouse, he’s very slick! Old Qin is stuck at the Tier One Peak bottleneck now, it’s good for him to get out and get some fresh air, maybe he’ll break through when he goes back!"

Fang Qingyu looked at the familiar faces in front of him.

A warm current flowed through his heart.

The people around him were getting stronger.

This feeling was indescribably comfortable.

"Let’s go." Fang Qingyu’s smile disappeared, returning to calmness, "Today is the second day of the elimination matches, there should be something worth watching."