Stronger with More Jobs

The arena was boiling with noise.

The air seemed ignited by the fervent shouts of hundreds of thousands of spectators.

On the huge light screen, the names of the thirty-two finalists burned like blazing stars.

They proclaimed the glory of emerging from thousands and the fierce battles to come.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat side by side in the reserved stands

The view was excellent.

However, Fang Qingyu’s brow was slightly furrowed.

His gaze was locked tightly on the number one platform in the center.

On the platform, Chu Kuanglan’s figure remained as towering as a mountain.

But at this moment, he seemed rather disheveled.

He was bare-chested, with a strong and muscular upper body, bronze skin covered in fine beads of sweat and a few fresh scars.

The dark red Qi blood smoke still rose.

Yet this time it didn’t seem as majestic and overwhelming as before, instead carrying an air of subsequent weakness and hollowness.

His opponent was a Tier Two Peak martial artist, lean and as hard as iron, with skin shining with a metallic blue-gray luster.

This person practiced an Observation Method that refined an extremely sinister and tricky Qi force.

His movements were slippery, like an oil-covered loach.

His attacks didn’t aim for a killing strike, but like clinging wounds.

Endlessly tangling around Chu Kuanglan, each contact, fist, or claw with a soft impact force, continuously struck through Chu Kuanglan’s proud formidable defense, impacting his viscera and meridians.

"Damn it! If you dare, don’t run! Come face me head-on!"

Chu Kuanglan continuously roared, every wild sweep and chop of the Profound Iron Heavy Sword carrying the sound of wind and thunder, smashing the platform floor into flying fragments, yet always narrowly avoided by his opponent.

The opponent’s counterattack was like a poisonous snake spitting its tongue, sinister and tricky, aiming at the openings Chu Kuanglan exposed due to overexertion, leaving him with various blood trails.

"Old Chu’s qi blood is not as abundant as the opponent’s, a prolonged battle is too disadvantageous."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was low, with a hint of gravity.

Chu Kuanglan’s explosive strength was terrifying among peers, but the gap in level was revealed here.

The opponent was a genuine Tier Two Peak, with enduring qi blood and astounding endurance, coupled with an elusive body technique, dragging Chu Kuanglan into the swamp of the most unfavorable attrition battle.

Jiang Wei’s clear red eyes also reflected the battle on the stage, she softly said: "His only chance to win is to reassemble that forward momentum, using absolute power to tear through the opponent’s entanglement web, forcing them to engage head-on. Otherwise, being worn out is just a matter of time."

At this moment on the platform, Chu Kuanglan was like a bull trapped in a spider’s web, with mountain-moving power, yet bound layer upon layer by countless resilient and pliable threads, each struggle consuming him greatly, tightening the bind further.

He panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, the motion of wielding the heavy sword visibly slowed and burdened significantly.

The opponent’s eyes flashed, seizing an opening, his figure cut in like a specter, aiming straight for Chu Kuanglan’s vital flank.

In the stands, the hearts of the supporters of Chu Kuanglan were in their throats.

Many even covered their eyes.

Just at the critical moment...

"Roar——!!!"

A roar suddenly exploded from Chu Kuanglan’s throat.

His bloodshot eyes instantly turned a solid red, the once somewhat scattered qi blood smoke burst forth like flames thrown into boiling oil.

A tangible shockwave, centering on him, rapidly expanded outward.

The nuanced opponent’s finger, pointed with precise intent, was instinctively delayed by this suddenly explosive fierce momentum.

Just that fraction of a second’s delay.

Chu Kuanglan abandoned all defense and evasion, channeling his body’s remaining strength into his arms.

Ignoring the imminent fatal blow to his flank.

The Profound Iron Heavy Sword was backhandedly wielded by him, like a fallen mountain being swung up, fiercely ascending towards the opponent’s chin.

"Heaven Opening!!"

Boom——

A deafening, terrifying thunderous sound.

The nuanced opponent’s pointed finger ultimately found Chu Kuanglan’s flank.

With a muffled "poof" sound, Chu Kuanglan’s body violently trembled, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly pale as death.

Yet...

His heavy sword crushed solidly against the opponent’s hastily raised arms.

Crack!

The chilling sound of cracking bones was distinctly heard.

The nuanced opponent’s arms instantly twisted and deformed, his entire body, as if hit by a charging rhino, was lifted off its feet, drawing a high parabola in the air, mouth spurting fresh blood, heavily crashing on the force field light screen at the edge of the platform.

The light screen violently rippled, bouncing him back, sprawling on the ground.

Struggling a few times, ultimately unable to get up again.

"Platform 2, Number 198, ’Mountain Shaker’ wins! Advances to the Top 16!"

The judge’s loud announcement echoed.

The audience erupted in massive cheers.

But Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s brows did not relax.

Chu Kuanglan won.

But the cost was too great.

He had almost exhausted all his qi blood and suffered significant internal and external injuries.

In this state, for the next match from 16 to 8.

It would be hard to even exert half his strength.

"The next challenge will be tough..." Fang Qingyu sighed softly.

And soon.

The competition validated their concerns.

Lin Yu, in the 16 to 8 match.

Faced an extremely adept Tier Two Peak Divine Chosen, skilled in spiritual illusions and long-range attacks.

Her sword light swift as lightning, extraordinarily agile.

But against the opponent’s endless illusions and spiritual interference.

She could never get close.

Ultimately, caught in a flaw, a concentrated spiritual shock struck her, consciousness briefly muddled, forced to the edge of the platform by a following light spear, having to surrender.

"Platform 3, Number 103, ’Liu Ying’ loses! Stops at Top 16!"