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The true body instantly shifted to the frontmost position, closest to Fang Qingyu.

This is the most commonly used tactic of the Shadow Apostle.

When the opponent’s attack is about to hit a clone, instantly switch the true body to another location and launch a fatal strike.

A trace of ruthlessness and resolve flashed in Shadow’s eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Fang Qingyu’s old force was just released and new force was yet to be born, his fingers like a knife, wrapped in shadows condensed to the extreme, like the sharpest Shadow Blade, silently but quickly stabbed toward Fang Qingyu’s unprotected throat.

This strike, he was determined to succeed!

However...

Just before his fingertips were about to touch Fang Qingyu’s throat skin.

Fang Qingyu’s fist that unleashed Thunder Dragon Shocking Sky did not have a trace of stagnation in its trajectory!

As if he had already anticipated it!

As Thunder Dragon roared out, his body naturally completed a fluid spin, using the power of the punch.

From back-facing to front-facing.

From attacking from the side to instantly turning to face directly forward.

And during the spin, his right fist, rather than weakening, the Shenxiao Power gathered insanely once more.

Thunder Second Form.

Dragon Fury Breaking Mountain.

Boom!!!

On Fang Qingyu’s right arm, the golden Shenxiao Thunder surged like a living thing, instantly condensing into a Thunder Dragon Form.

The focus of the punch was precisely on the newly switched true body of Shadow with the clear title [Apostle] above!

"???!!!"

The eyes behind Shadow’s mask were instantly overwhelmed by boundless horror.

How is this possible?!

How could he know I switched here?!

This is definitely not luck.

How did he do it?

This question surged to the forefront of his mind.

But everything was already too late!

Fang Qingyu’s fist wrapped in golden Thunder Dragon ignored the Shadow Blade aimed at his throat, and reached first.

In the ultimate terror and despair in his eyes, it fiercely crashed into the dark purple mask on his face.

Boom——!!!!

A golden thunder exploded, instantly echoing throughout the entire arena.

The dazzling golden lightning burst like a supernova, instantly engulfing everything in front of Fang Qingyu.

Countless tiny golden electric snakes madly spread.

Like a spider web, they instantly covered the entire arena.

A violent shockwave mixed with scorching thunder breath swept around like a tsunami.

The arena ground was forcibly plowed out into a terrifying trench, dozens of meters long and meters deep.

Extending all the way to tens of meters away.

And at the end of the trench...

Lies Shadow silently in a blackened humanoid pit.

The dark purple mask on his face had completely shattered the moment it contacted the punch.

Revealing a face filled with excruciating pain and fright, covered in charred scars.

His eyes listlessly looking at the sky above the arena, pupils dilated, left only boundless confusion and... questioning life.

’Impossible... absolutely impossible...’

’He... how did he see...’

This thought kept echoing repeatedly in his mind.

The surrounding twenty shadow clones vanished silently like bubbles at the moment the lightning exploded, as if they never existed.

On the stage.

The dazzling golden lightning gradually faded away.

Leaving only the figure covered in Thunder Pattern Mask, quietly standing at the start of the pit.

Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his fist.

The golden arcs jumping around him swiftly subsided.

Silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the arena that was just roaring loudly.

Tens of thousands of spectators, as if collectively throttled.

Eyes wide open, mouths agape, looking at the shocking golden trench on the arena.

Looking at the figure at the end of the trench, the state of Shadow unknown.

Looking at that calmly standing figure.

Two punches!

Just two punches!

One of the Twelve Celestial Kings, known for his elusive, indistinguishable clones, "Shadow", was blasted dozens of meters away like a torn sack, thrown into a deep pit, completely losing combat ability.

Clean! Decisive! Overbearing!

No less impressive than Shi Hao’s one-punch KO of Lin Boyue.

Moreover, the golden lightning trench spanning the stage and the world-shattering visual impact was even more heart-stirring than Shi Hao’s unadorned punch.

After brief silence.

A sound wave that could overturn the heavens, complete madness!

"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God!"

"My heaven! Two punches! Again, two punches!"

"Shadow’s clones... in front of him it’s like a joke!"

"So powerful! So domineering!"

"This is the true might of Thunder God!!!"

The referee simultaneously announced loudly:

"The victor, Thunder God!!!"

The sound wave completely submerged the entire arena.

...

Inside the contestants’ lounge.

When the screen clearly replayed the scene of Fang Qingyu’s two punches blasting Shadow away.

When the thunderous "Thunder God" cheers faintly penetrated through the thick walls.

The lounge fell into dead silence.

A pin drop could be heard.

All those Kings who hadn’t left yet, including Huo Wu who just barely won against her opponent to advance to the top eight, Thousand Threads, and Sun Qian with a pale face, stood stiffly where they were.

Their eyes fixedly stared at the figure on the screen calmly withdrawing his fists.

Faces full of disbelief and a hint of absurdity.

Two punches!

Another existence that eliminated a King with just two punches.

This strength... definitely on par with Shi Hao’s level of monster!

"Gulp..."

Someone gulped hard, the sound particularly clear in the lounge.

Sun Qian’s complexion instantly changed from pale gray to ghastly white.

Cold sweat even seeped from his forehead.

He looked at that figure on the screen, then instinctively glanced at Jiang Wei sitting quietly beside him, with those clear red pupils sweeping over him...

An indescribable chill and a massive sense of absurdity instantly swallowed him.

He finally understood where Bai Huo’s confidence to have a death match with him came from.

Damn it!

A monster pretending to be weak to eat tiger... not just Shi Hao!

There is also another deeper hidden Thunder God.

Moreover, this Thunder God has Bai Huo as a terrifying teammate who protects with no reason.

Thinking that he had just made the mistake of taunting such a person, knowing he’d soon have to apologize publicly to such a person...

Sun Qian felt darkness overcoming his vision, wishing he could slap himself twice!

This year’s Twelve Celestial Kings.

What kind of Hell difficulty is this?!

The others in the lounge, looking at Sun Qian’s funeral-like expression, and then at the calm figure on the screen, had similarly complex looks.

Terror, apprehension, gravity, and a hint of... absurdity.

Originally thought Shi Hao was the only variable.

Now, another even more unfathomable Thunder God emerges.

That gamble of hundreds of Pure Crystals...

What does it have to do with them?

They, the so-called "Kings".

In front of these two monsters.

Are just like clowns.