CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: ANOTHER LUNATIC EMERGES IN QINGJIAN CITY!!

"Can’t kill, right?"

Seeing Fang Qingyu really step forward, Yuanze looked at the middle-aged man beside him.

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man nodded impatiently.

Fang Qingyu listened.

He silently turned his head, showing a curious expression, but asked in a very serious tone.

"Old Qiao, can I brag?"

Old Qiao was wiping the sweat from his forehead, trying to think of a solution.

Hearing this, he didn’t react for a moment, a bit stunned.

Before he could reply.

The middle-aged man frowned.

"If you keep chattering... don’t blame me for not being courteous."

The voice was ordinary, but it exploded next to Fang Qingyu’s ear.

His ears buzzed.

Fang Qingyu expressionlessly dug at his ear.

He didn’t dwell on the previous topic anymore.

Yuanze, with a cold face, was ready to make a move.

But unexpectedly, Fang Qingyu raised his hand again.

"Wait!!"

"?"

The aura around the middle-aged man rose steadily.

It seemed like he was about to lose his composure.

"I was going to say, since we’re all aiming for an extraordinary future, why not make a bigger gamble?"

Fang Qingyu, suppressing the surge of nervousness in his heart, was frantically testing the middle-aged man’s limits.

"How about betting some Life Pearls? If I lose, your face won’t be for nothing."

The middle-aged man originally had a stern face, planning to throw the two of them out without more words.

Hearing this, it was as if he couldn’t react.

A Martial Arts Apprentice wanting to wager Life Pearls with a Divine Cultist...?

He hadn’t heard such a joke in a long time.

"Alright."

Before Yuanze could speak, he agreed on his behalf.

Under the same conditions...

It was almost impossible for a martial artist to beat a divine cultist.

Everyone in the world knew this.

Let alone a Martial Arts Apprentice who hadn’t practiced the Observation Method, unable to manifest power externally.

The middle-aged man knew Fang Qingyu.

He had even watched his combat videos, a very promising talent.

But that was all.

Divine Cultists were the epitome of invincibility at the same level.

"I have 50, do you?"

Seeing him agree, Fang Qingyu’s lips curled into a smile.

Yuanze, originally excited, was stunned upon hearing this.

He instinctively looked at the middle-aged man, saw him nod, and then Yuanze let out a sinister laugh.

"I do."

He had been holding back a lot of anger.

A Martial Arts Apprentice boasting in front of him was one thing, but daring to wager Life Pearls against him...

This meant it was no longer a simple contest.

Otherwise, in the past, when martial artists from the Commerce Association encountered divine cultists, the divine cultists would usually win, and they wouldn’t say anything because, in their eyes, that was how it should be.

But tonight, if he won,

when he returned home,

his elders would surely praise him, saying he did well!

"Then, shall we?"

Fang Qingyu drew Ink Thunder, flicking the sword scabbard aside.

"Heh..."

For the first time, Yuanze felt what it was like to be amused by anger.

In the next moment.

His skin suddenly took on a metallic sheen.

Sharp crystal clusters jutted from his joints, and he charged like a cannonball.

The moment Fang Qingyu saw his profession title.

He guessed the opponent was likely an extraordinary close-combatant.

So he quickly retreated half a step.

Ink Thunder slashed horizontally on the opponent’s arm.

clang———

Sparks flew, and the force of the rebound made his hand go numb.

"Bang!"

Yuanze reacted quickly, the crystalized knee slamming into the blade.

Fang Qingyu could only use the momentum to retreat.

And Yuanze naturally pressed the attack, leaving a small pit as he launched forward again.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu kicked off a tree behind him.

His body flipped in midair, suddenly spinning to deliver a downward chop.

"Martial artist’s tricks!"

Yuanze grinned, grabbing the blade’s spine, crystal armor clashing against Ink Thunder, making a grating sound.

But he clearly wasn’t expecting Fang Qingyu to suddenly release the sword.

In the moment of his astonishment, Fang Qingyu spun and kicked at the sword handle’s end,

and the full-force Ink Thunder drilled through the crystal armor like a power drill.

Emerging from Yuanze’s palm...

with traces of blood.

Sure enough.

With the opponent’s ability, using a sword would only put me at a disadvantage.

In that case.

There’s no need for a sword.

After all, my entire martial technique.

Is not solely about saber techniques.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and assumed the Baji Fist stance.

Seeing this, Yuanze almost burst into laughter.

"Do you think you can be tougher than a sword?"

The blood coursed hotly into Fang Qingyu’s brain, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Perhaps..."

The next moment.

Fang Qingyu charged forward.

The Baji Fist stance was like a taut bowstring suddenly released.

At the moment their fists collided, the airwaves swept the leaves off the ground.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a faint sound of breaking bones.

At first glance.

Both seemed unharmed.

However, Yuanze was sneering, while Fang Qingyu remained expressionless.

"Again."

Fang Qingyu shouted a slogan he had shouted countless times in the Martial Arts Hall.

Then he moved forward.

Yuanze, having the upper hand, was naturally fearless.

In his eyes.

Fang Qingyu could never break his defense.

The situation temporarily leaned to one side.

Each head-on clash, Fang Qingyu was the losing side.

The crisp sound of breaking bones made Old Qiao shiver inside.

He wanted to admit defeat...

But he couldn’t afford 50 Life Pearls.

Only the middle-aged man stood aside, his eyes increasingly off.

When Fang Qingyu’s fist struck the crystal armor the thirteenth time, his fingers were swollen like steamed buns.

Yuanze sneered as he swung his crystallized arm, sweeping Fang Qingyu five meters away.

When Fang Qingyu stood up on his trembling legs.

His left arm was unnaturally bent, the ulna already fractured.

"Still not admitting defeat?"

Yuanze flicked off nonexistent dust from his chest, his hardened skin gleaming with a mercury-like sheen in the moonlight.

Only Fang Qingyu’s gasps responded to him.

For some reason.

Seeing Fang Qingyu’s calm eyes.

Yuanze felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

Seeing that he still refused to bow.

Yuanze suddenly stepped forward and seized Fang Qingyu’s unharmed right arm, his crystallized fingers tightening like hydraulic clamps.

The sound of cracking bones was like popping beans.

"Still not admitting defeat!!!?"

He didn’t hold back at all, seeking to cripple.

He wanted to see Fang Qingyu admit defeat.

But he saw the slight curve at the corner of Fang Qingyu’s mouth.

Now!

The restrained right arm suddenly coiled back like a constricting serpent, elbow striking a tricky angle against Yuanze’s chin.

In the moment the opponent instinctively eased up.

Fang Qingyu twisted his waist and hips, stomping the ground with both feet, his muscles and tendons like a fully drawn bow, unleashing all the accumulated power of the entire battle at this moment.

Blood Burst!!!

Strands of blood wrapped around his body under the moonlight.

Veins in his neck wriggled like worms, the crushed right arm forcibly reset in the blood qi.

"You..."

Yuanze’s sneer froze on his face.

The ground collapsed at the moment Fang Qingyu stomped.

Accumulated power spiraled upward from the soles of his feet, through fractured shinbones, broken ribs, dislocated spine...

"Shoulder! Tackle!!!"

The shout was deafening.

Fang Qingyu’s shoulder, enveloped in blood qi, slammed heavily into Yuanze’s chest.

Bam—

Yuanze’s figure flew backward like a cannonball.

His back crashed against a tree thick enough for two to embrace, the bark’s explosion mingling with the crisp sound of crystal shattering.

The crystal armor’s surface spider-webbed with cracks instantly burst open.

Dark red crystalline shards fluttered in the moonlight.

For a moment, the scene was utterly silent, in the vacuum following the roar of waves, even breathing seemed offensive.

"Oh my God..."

Old Qiao watched this scene, swallowing involuntarily.

"Qingjian City has produced another lunatic..."

However, Fang Qingyu felt much relieved.

His emotions slowly regained calmness.

Taking advantage that the Blood Burst had not ended in 10 seconds.

He walked in front of the dazed Yuanze and slowly crouched down.

A slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and patted the dust off him.

"It seems..."

"You’re not that tough either..."