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Fang Qingyu instantly understood what Shi Hao’s purpose was for coming here.

Shi Hao had already walked to a spot three steps in front of Fang Qingyu and stopped. The gaze behind his mask calmly fell on Fang Qingyu’s face, as if he were organizing his words, getting ready to speak.

However, before he could say anything.

Fang Qingyu had already nodded, expressionless. His voice came through the Thunder Pattern Mask, clear and level: "Both of us agree."

"Huh?!"

"He agreed?! Just like that?!"

"Thunder God agreed! Bail Huo also defaulted to it!"

"Damn, a bet with Pure Crystal where all Twelve Celestial Kings are participating! Never happened before!!"

The rest area erupted with an even louder roar.

Everyone was stunned by how brisk and almost casual Fang Qingyu’s attitude was.

Shi Hao was obviously taken aback too. He clearly hadn’t expected Fang Qingyu to be this straightforward, agreeing without even asking a single condition.

His gaze shifted to Jiang Wei beside Fang Qingyu.

Jiang Wei wore a Pure White Mask, standing there quietly, her scarlet long hair hanging down. She didn’t show any reaction, but that silent attitude already said everything.

Fang Qingyu’s decision was her decision.

Shi Hao gave Fang Qingyu a deep look, was silent for two seconds, then likewise simply nodded.

Without any extra nonsense, he turned to leave, his steps still steady.

As if certain that Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei would never go back on their word.

And no agreement was needed to bind it.

Watching Shi Hao’s tall figure disappear at the doorway of the rest area, the remaining contestants completely boiled over.

"It’s done! The Twelve Celestial Kings’ Pure Crystal betting agreement is locked in!!"

"This is gonna be wild! Whoever gets eliminated first is gonna cry themselves to death!"

"Tell me about it! Hundreds of Pure Crystals! Just thinking about it makes my scalp go numb!"

"I’m praying right now that I don’t run into any of the Twelve Celestial Kings early in the draw! Winning one extra match is earning one extra match!"

Fang Qingyu listened to the excited chatter around him.

He sat back down, closed his eyes to rest, as if he had just agreed to some trivial little matter.

Betting Pure Crystal?

Perfect for him!

The champion’s 150 Pure Crystals were indeed a rich prize, but for Fang Qingyu—

To push the Dragon Fist Grandmaster System from Tier Two Mid Stage to Peak,

The resources he needed far exceeded others of the same Tier.

The boost from 150 Pure Crystals probably wasn’t enough to support him in breaking through to Tier Two Peak.

But if it was hundreds of Pure Crystals gathered from twelve top powerhouses?

That astronomical amount of resources would be enough to save him from a long, grinding cultivation slog.

Let him directly charge at Tier Two Peak.

At that point, the next step would be to look for rare transfer materials.

And speaking of transfer materials—

In Fang Qingyu’s mind, for some reason, the meaningful words Old Man Hong had said before he left the Great Wall Frontline surfaced: "That City Lord in the City of Injustice has something you need..."

Before, he’d always thought Old Man Hong was referring to Pure Crystal.

But now it seemed, while Pure Crystal was valuable, anyone who stayed in the City of Injustice long enough would know about this unique resource.

It was rare, sure, but with Fang Qingyu’s strength...

He could snatch some up without much effort.

Old Man Hong wouldn’t need to deliberately single out City Lord Da Lei.

So... could what Old Man Hong was hinting at be some extremely rare, maybe even one-of-a-kind special material?

After all, back in Songdu City—

The corpse of that juvenile Peng Snake he killed was later sent to the Capital City.

If Old Man Hong knew a bit about Peng Snakes,

He would naturally know what was missing from a Peng Snake’s body.

And Old Man Hong was always someone who looked ten steps ahead for every step he took.

If it were only to tell him to go fight over Pure Crystal,

He absolutely wouldn’t have left such a solemn message.

However, that thought only flashed through his mind.

Right now, the urgent priority was to win the matches and win that massive haul of Pure Crystal that could change his cultivation progress.

As for the transfer after Tier Two Peak—

That would be a matter for later.

Fang Qingyu pulled his mind back, clearing out stray thoughts.

The Shenxiao Power in his body flowed slowly, adjusting his state as he quietly waited for the matches to begin.

...

The matches to go from the Top 256 to the Top 128

kicked off under the gaze of the entire audience.

The arena, which had originally been divided into eight independent sections, had now been merged into one.

The results of the draw were quickly posted on the light screen.

The opponents Wu Feng and Zhou Zhen drew had already been mentioned before.

Zhou Zhen happened to run into an opponent whose ability was completely countered by his own.

As for Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s opponents, they were still ordinary strong contestants outside of the Twelve Celestial Kings, posing no real threat to them.

The match process was uneventful.

Zhou Zhen relied on Attribute Suppression and solid, steady tactics to successfully keep his opponent pinned down, spending some time to finally force that Divine Chosen out of the ring boundary and smoothly advance to the Top 128.

Wu Feng, on the other hand, got dragged into a tough fight.

His opponent’s Saber Technique was indeed as fast as a ghost’s, and with seasoned experience, he kept using his Speed advantage to move and chip away.

Several times Wu Feng tried to use Power to break skill, but the opponent narrowly dodged each attempt.

The fight dragged on for nearly ten minutes. Relying on his deeper foundation and a brilliant prediction at a crucial moment, Wu Feng took one saber strike head-on, letting his left shoulder get injured, and finally seized the opening, slamming a Beng Fist loaded with his full-body Power into the opponent’s chest, heavily injuring and blasting him away, barely pulling off the win.

As for Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s matches—

Just as everyone expected, there was zero suspense.

They both won easily across the board.

Once the matches ended, the four regrouped with Chu Kuanglan and the others and walked out of the arena.

Chu Kuanglan immediately moved up beside Wu Feng, looking with concern at his bandaged left shoulder: "Old Wu, you okay? Is it bad?"

Wu Feng waved his hand and laughed: "Just a surface wound. The bone’s fine. Give my Qi Blood a few days to circulate and it’ll be good. That opponent did have some skill, but I still took him down."

"Then that’s good!" Chu Kuanglan let out a breath, then suddenly remembered something. A strange look appeared on his face as he lowered his voice: "By the way, Old Wu, you just told us today that that devil muscle guy can go head-to-head with Tier Four, and the guy turns around and immediately comes to Qingzi and Sister Jiang to bet Pure Crystal with them! That efficiency, tsk tsk, that’s fast as hell, isn’t it? You think he’s deliberately spreading that rumor to scare off the other Heavenly Kings so they won’t dare bet against him?"