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Chapter 906 - 345: Rigged Match!? This Time, We Really Won Too Much!! (Part 2)

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Moreover, there’s the other side of the final.

It’s the equally powerful and uniquely charismatic Bail Huo, who has countless fans.

"Thunder God! Thunder God! Thunder God——!"

"Bail Huo! Bail Huo Goddess!!"

The massive waves of sound were like a tangible tsunami, crashing against the arena’s dome, making people’s eardrums buzz.

The fervent chants rose and fell.

Many had their faces painted with gold paint symbolizing Thunder, waving homemade rudimentary flags.

Some were holding signs painted with white flames.

It’s widely known that Thunder God and Bail Huo know each other.

This adds a touch less animosity to today’s final showdown.

"What do you think, how’s it going to play out today? Will the Bail Huo Goddess concede directly?"

"Concede? How’s that possible! That’s Bail Huo! Even if she can’t beat Thunder God, she’ll at least exchange some blows, right?"

"Exactly! Bail Huo Goddess is absolutely top-tier, it’s just that Thunder God is too freakish! But it’s surely going to be an exciting duel!"

"Haha, no matter who wins or loses, just seeing Thunder God and Bail Huo on the same final stage is worth a hundred times the ticket! Just watching them stand together is a feast for the eyes!"

"That’s right! Thunder God is mighty and domineering, Bail Huo is cool and unparalleled, a perfect match!"

The jeering mingled with the waves of cheers, filled with ease and excitement.

Everyone was eagerly awaiting.

Looking forward to a showdown destined to make history in the City of Injustice.

...

Inside the players’ lounge.

The atmosphere was starkly different from the commotion outside.

Fang Qingyu had changed into a clean combat suit, resting quietly with his eyes closed, his aura calm and restrained.

The fatigue and slight cracks left by yesterday’s fierce battle.

Had largely healed with plenty of rest and his formidable recovery power.

Jiang Wei sat on the sofa opposite him, her long red hair softly draping over her shoulders.

She held a cup of hot water in her hands.

Her clear red eyes gazing at the steam rising from the cup, seeming a bit lost.

"Still thinking about yesterday?"

Fang Qingyu opened his eyes, his melted gold vertical pupils looking at her with a gentle smile.

Jiang Wei snapped out of it, shaking her head slightly and placing the cup down: "No. Just thinking about how we should fight today?" She tilted her head, "Or maybe I should concede directly?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by her words, then laughed and shook his head: "No. With so many people outside coming specifically for us, conceding directly might get us severely criticized."

Jiang Wei’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if seriously considering the matter.

After a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, her body leaned forward slightly, she gestured Fang Qingyu over, and whispered: "Then how about this?"

Fang Qingyu, seeing her rare lively expression, felt a stir in his heart.

Cooperatively leaning forward slightly, he brought his ear closer.

Jiang Wei leaned in close, her breath fragrant, her voice pressed extremely low, rapidly explaining her idea.

As Fang Qingyu listened, the smile on his face deepened.

Once Jiang Wei finished, he straightened up and nodded without hesitation: "Alright, let’s go with what you suggested."

...

"Ladies! Gentlemen! The most thrilling moment in the City of Injustice has finally arrived!!!"

The host’s voice was so excited it nearly broke.

Amidst the deafening cheers and dazzling lights.

Igniting the start of the final.

"Now! With the hottest applause and shouts..."

"Welcome the Bail Huo, who purifies all filth and burns everything to ashes!!!"

Boom——!

White light beams descended, Jiang Wei’s figure appeared at one end of the stage.

She was still wearing that Pure White Mask, her long red hair like flowing lava under the lights, her cool demeanor instantly drew the entire crowd’s attention.

The chanting for Bail Huo rolled in like a tidal wave.

"And!!!"

The host’s voice suddenly rose higher, filled with boundless reverence and excitement.

"Our undisputed king, sweeping away all formidable foes with his Heavenly Might, Thunder God!"

Crash——!!!

The golden Thunder beam struck fiercely.

Fang Qingyu’s figure emerged amidst the blinding golden light, his Thunder Pattern Mask covering his face.

In an instant, Thunder God’s roar completely drowned the entire arena.

The sound waves almost threatened to lift the dome.

Countless people flushed with excitement, waving their arms, expressing their worship for this newly crowned king.

The referee took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, loudly announced:

"City of Injustice Tier Three Tournament, final showdown."

"Thunder God versus Bail Huo!"

"Match begins!!"

"Oh oh oh oh——!!!"

Amidst the deafening anticipation from the audience.

The two on stage moved.

Even more intense than expected.

From a visual standpoint alone, neither Thunder God nor Bail Huo held back.

All skills were tossed at each other like there was no tomorrow.

For a moment.

The entire stage transformed into a magnificent theater woven from gold and white.

Blinding golden light tore through the air.

Pure white flames burned silently.

The fierce clash between the raging Thunder and the holy flames.

The dust was swept up by the gusts, only to be incinerated by white flames!

The stage floor kept erupting with new craters under the fierce impact, with shattered stones flying everywhere.

Visual effects at full blast, the sound and light effects explosive.

"My heavens! So cool!!"

"That speed, that power, unbelievable!!"

"Thunder God! Bail Huo! Aaahhh!!"

"This is what a showdown of top-tier strong fighters should be like!"

"Worth it! This ticket was so worth it!!!"

The audience was completely in a frenzy.

Most were mesmerized, blood boiling, crazily cheering for every thrilling dodge and every splendid clash.

The gold and white lights in their eyes were the ultimate representation of power and beauty.

However, in certain areas of the audience.

The expressions on the faces of those strong fighters who had reached Tier Three were a bit more nuanced.




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