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Chapter 53 Another madman has appeared in Qingjian City!

"We can't kill him, right?"

Seeing that Fang Qingyu had actually come up, Yuan Ze looked at the middle-aged man beside him.

"Ah."

The middle-aged man nodded impatiently.

Fang Qingyu listened.

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

"Old Joe, can I brag a little?"

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

Upon hearing this, I was momentarily stunned and didn't react.

Without waiting for his reply.

The middle-aged man frowned.

"Don't blame me for being rude if you keep talking nonsense."

The voice was ordinary, but it exploded in Fang Qingyu's ears.

A buzzing sound filled my ears.

Fang Qingyu picked at his ear expressionlessly.

We didn't dwell on that topic anymore.

Yuan Ze, his face cold, prepared to make his move.

However, unexpectedly, Fang Qingyu raised his hand again.

"Wait!!"

"?"

The middle-aged man's aura was rising steadily.

It seemed like he was about to burst.

What I'm trying to say is, since we're all aiming for extraordinary futures, why not go all out?

Fang Qingyu suppressed the surging excitement in his heart and frantically tested the middle-aged man's bottom line.

"How about we bet some life beads? That way, even if I lose, you won't have given me any face for nothing."

The middle-aged man had originally intended to come up and throw the two of them away without saying another word, with a stern face.

Upon hearing this, he seemed not to have reacted.

A martial arts apprentice wants to gamble with a cultist over a life-saving pearl?

He hadn't heard that kind of joke in a long time.

"can."

Before Yuanze could speak, he agreed on his behalf.

In the case of the same order
It is almost impossible for a martial artist to defeat a cultist.

This is common sense.

Everyone in the world knows it.

Not to mention martial artists who haven't practiced visualization techniques and can't project their energy out of their bodies.

Middle-aged people know Fang Qingyu.

I've even seen his combat videos; he's a very promising talent.

But that's it.

Those who follow the divine are the epitome of invincibility among their peers.

"I have 50, do you have any?"

Fang Qingyu smiled and smiled when he saw that Fang Qingyu had agreed.

Yuan Ze, who had been excited, was taken aback upon hearing this.

He subconsciously glanced at the middle-aged man, and only after seeing him nod did Yuan Ze let out a sinister grin.

"Have."

He was already seething with anger.

It was bad enough that a martial arts apprentice dared to spout nonsense in front of him, but he even dared to gamble with him on the life-saving pearl.

This means that this is no longer just a simple competition.

Otherwise, as in the past, when the warriors of the merchant guild and the believers met, the believers would usually win, and the merchants wouldn't say anything, because in their eyes, this was the natural course of things.

But tonight, if we win.

He returned home.

The elders all have to praise him and say he did a great job!
"Then, come on!?"

Fang Qingyu drew the Mo Ting sword and tossed the scabbard aside.

"Ah"

This was the first time Yuan Ze had experienced what it felt like to be so angry he laughed.

next second.

His skin suddenly shone with a metallic sheen.

Sharp clusters of crystals protrude from the joints, and the whole person rushes forward like a cannonball.

The moment I saw his professional title.

Fang Qingyu guessed that the opponent was likely a melee-oriented extraordinary being.

So he promptly retreated half a step.

Mo Ting slashed across the opponent's arm.

Clang —

The result was a dazzling spark, and the force of the recoil made my hand go numb.

"boom!"

Yuan Ze reacted quickly, his crystallized knee slamming into the blade.

Fang Qingyu could only retreat by taking advantage of the situation.

Yuan Ze, naturally, pressed his advantage, creating a small crater under his feet, and launched himself again.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu kicked a tree behind him.

He was lifted into the air and flipped over, then suddenly spun and chopped down.

"A brute's trick!"

Yuan Ze grinned maliciously as he gripped the back of the knife, his crystal-armored hand rubbing against Mo Ting with a teeth-grinding sound.

However, he clearly did not expect Fang Qingyu to suddenly let go and discard the knife.

In his moment of shock, Fang Qingyu spun around and kicked the end of the knife hilt.

Mo Ting, carrying all his might, pierced through the crystal armor like an electric drill.

It emerged from Yuan Ze's palm.
A tiny bit of blood.

really.

Given the opponent's abilities, using swords would put them at a disadvantage.

Since that's the case, then we don't need a knife.

Anyway, he possessed all the martial arts skills he knew.

It's not all about swordsmanship.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and assumed a Bajiquan stance.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Ze almost burst out laughing.

"Do you think you're harder than a knife?"

As the rush of adrenaline slowly flowed into his brain, Fang Qingyu's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Perhaps?"

The next moment.

Fang Qingyu took the initiative to rush forward.

The Bajiquan stance is like a taut bowstring suddenly released.

The moment their fists collided, the shockwave sent leaves flying from the surrounding ground.

"Crack!"

It was accompanied by a faint cracking sound.

At first glance.

Both of them acted as if nothing had happened.

However, Yuan Ze was grinning maliciously, while Fang Qingyu remained expressionless.

"Come again."

Fang Qingyu shouted out the slogan he had shouted countless times in the martial arts school.

He then lunged forward.

With Yuan Ze holding a complete advantage, he naturally had no fear whatsoever.

In his eyes.

Fang Qingyu could not break through his defenses.

The situation is currently leaning towards one side.

In every head-on confrontation, Fang Qingyu was the one who lost.

The crisp cracking sound of bones breaking sent shivers down Old Joe's spine.

He desperately wanted to admit defeat.
But he couldn't afford to give out 50 life beads.

Only the middle-aged man stood to the side, his gaze becoming increasingly strange.

When Fang Qingyu's fist slammed into the crystal armor for the thirteenth time, his knuckles were swollen like steamed buns.

Yuan Ze grinned maliciously and swung his crystallized arm, sweeping Fang Qingyu five meters away.

When Fang Qingyu got up, supporting his trembling legs.

The left arm is bent unnaturally, and the ulna is fractured.

"You still won't admit defeat?"

Yuan Ze flicked off non-existent dust from his chest, his hardened skin shimmering like mercury in the moonlight.

The only response he received was Fang Qingyu's panting.

Do not know why.

When I saw Fang Qingyu's calm eyes.

A strange anger welled up in Yuan Ze's heart.

He still refused to back down.

Yuan Ze suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Fang Qingyu's intact right arm, his crystallized fingers tightening like hydraulic clamps.

The sound of bones cracking rang out like popping beans.

"Still not admitting defeat?!"

He didn't hold back at all this time, and instead pinched the crippled area.

He wanted to turn around and see Fang Qingyu admit defeat.

But then I saw a slight smile playing on Fang Qingyu's lips.

It's now!

The restrained right arm suddenly coiled back like a python, and the elbow struck Yuan Ze's chin in a tricky arc.

In the instant the other party instinctively relaxed their grip.

Fang Qingyu twisted his waist and hips, stomped his feet on the ground, and his muscles were like a fully drawn bow, unleashing the power he had accumulated throughout the battle.

Bloodlust Unleashed!!!

Strands of blood clung to his body in the moonlight.

The veins in his neck throbbed like earthworms, and his crushed right arm was forcibly put back into place amidst the blood and qi.

"you"

Yuan Ze's sinister smile froze on his face.

The ground collapsed the moment Fang Qingyu stomped his foot.

The accumulated power from the entire match spiraled upwards from the soles of his feet, passing through his shattered shinbone, broken ribs, and dislocated spine.
"Stick! Mountain! Lean!!!"

The shouts were deafening.

Fang Qingyu's shoulder, brimming with blood energy, pressed heavily against Yuan Ze's chest.

boom--

Yuan Ze's figure flew backward like a cannonball.

His back slammed solidly into the tree trunk, which was as thick as two people could hug, the dull thud of the bark cracking mixed with the crisp sound of crystals shattering.

The spiderweb-like cracks on the surface of the crystal armor exploded instantly.

Dark red crystalline fragments fluttered down in the moonlight.

The scene fell into complete silence; in the vacuum left by the receding tide of noise, even breathing seemed like an offense.

"Oh my goodness!"

Old Joe, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Another madman has emerged in Qingjian City."

Fang Qingyu, on the other hand, felt much more relaxed.

My emotions gradually calmed down.

Before the 10-second burst of blood ends...

He walked up to Yuan Ze, whose face was blank, and slowly squatted down.

He grinned.

He reached out and patted the dust off his clothes.