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Shi Hao’s foot slowly lifted.

He didn’t even glance at Lin Boyue, who was lying like a heap of mud at the bottom of the pit.

It’s as if the opponent was just some insignificant trash.

He turned around and walked with steady steps, leaving the huge pit he had blasted open, heading towards the exit of the arena.

His silhouette, framed by the swirling dust and twisted shimmering force field.

Appeared particularly towering.

Carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The referee finally announced, "Winner! Shi Hao!"

In that instant.

A thunderous applause erupted.

The audience loves arrogance, but only if you have the capital to be arrogant.

Not when you spout brash words only to end up beaten like a dog.

That doesn’t count as arrogance.

That’s just being a clown.

Much like Lin Boyue at this moment.

...

Shi Hao pushed open the heavy door of the contestants’ lounge.

Inside, an immediate pin-drop silence ensued.

All the remaining Twelve Celestial Kings focused their gaze on him simultaneously.

Those gazes were incredibly complex, laden with residual shock and deep caution.

Shi Hao’s gaze slowly swept across the lounge.

His eyes briefly paused for half a second on Fang Qingyu, who was resting with closed eyes, and Jiang Wei, who sat quietly.

Seemingly slightly surprised by their calm demeanor.

But that was all.

Finally, his gaze passed over the grim-faced crowd.

A flat voice devoid of any emotional fluctuations broke the suffocating silence in the lounge:

"This is the fate of those whose mouths run wild."

Having said that, he stopped looking at anyone, walked straight to his spot, picked up a simple bag placed there, turned and left the lounge without looking back.

The heavy footsteps gradually faded down the corridor.

Leaving behind an atmosphere of extreme oppression in the lounge.

Shi Hao’s last words...

Made some of the people present look displeased.

But not because of the words themselves.

But because Shi Hao dared to openly say such things to all of them.

Clearly...

Shi Hao didn’t regard them at all.

"Bastard!" Tu Qianshan suddenly punched the alloy wall beside him, producing a dull loud noise, his expression so dark it seemed almost to drip water.

At this moment.

A voice, with a tone of suppressed disbelief and inquiry, broke the silence.

It was Mo Li speaking.

His gaze was locked onto Fang Qingyu, who was still resting with closed eyes as if nothing from the outside world had anything to do with him.

"Thunder God, you don’t seem too fazed? Could it be you have confidence to deal with this monster?"

The question was abrupt.

And it piqued the curiosity of the other Heavenly Kings in the lounge.

After all, it had been them who were shocked and on guard from start to finish.

Whereas Thunder God and Jiang Wei had only exchanged a few words and hadn’t moved at all.

Apparently unsurprised by Shi Hao’s battle prowess.

Everyone’s gaze.

Instantly focused on Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu remained in his resting posture, not even fluttering an eyelash.

As if he hadn’t heard Mo Li’s question, as if the intense gazes surrounding him, mixed with various emotions, didn’t exist at all.

The silence lasted a little too long...

Mo Li felt like he had been slapped in the face.

Who did it doesn’t matter.

It just hurt a bit.

His expression turned extremely unpleasant.

Yet seeing the situation, Mo Li did not say anything further, merely snorted coldly, abruptly stood up, and left, slamming the door without looking back.

He had no intention of staying to watch the last three matches.

But Fang Qingyu’s disregard wasn’t due to arrogance.

It was because the question was really lacking substance.

Fang Qingyu didn’t bother to respond.

Whether one can win.

Only after fighting will you know.

This sort of thing isn’t won by mere words.

Moreover, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s earlier attitude had actually already revealed a lot.

Witnessing Shi Hao instantly defeating a Heavenly King wasn’t surprising.

Doesn’t it inherently imply...

The capability to fight!!