Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 710 I hadn't even used my strength, and you collapsed.

"Group Six: Li Mu – Fang Yu!"

The deacon's cold voice was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire Hundred Refinement Platform!
"It's fate! It's fate!" Li Mu's henchman shouted wildly, his eyes filled with resentment and glee. "Senior Brother Li! Kill him!"

"Karma has come! Serves you right for being so arrogant!"

"Let's see what kind of sorcery he has this time! He's only been practicing for a few days? What a fool!"

"Tear him apart! Tear him apart!"

Amidst the deafening roar of drums and gongs, Li Mu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the lingering instinctive fear in his heart at Fang Yu's eerie eyes, and leaped onto the arena.

His eyes burned with the flames of revenge. He suddenly drew the gleaming longsword from his waist, its tip pointing directly at Fang Yu, accompanied by an almost ferocious roar:

"Fang Yu! Step forward and face your death! I won't be satisfied until I've reduced you to ashes! Apologize to Senior Brother Zhang!"

All eyes were immediately drawn to the corner of the stone steps, like spotlights.

Su Su's body tensed instantly, her hands on her knees clenched tightly, and for the first time, an undisguised anxiety appeared in her usually cold eyes.

She was all too aware of the power and background of Li Mu and the others, and she also knew how fatal the shortcomings of Fang Yu's "pseudo-spiritual root" and the time he had been in the sect were.

Although Fang Yu is somewhat strange, how much trouble can he cause in just three days of cultivation?

A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade.

Su Su knew very well that if Fang Yu continued like this, he would definitely be completely taken advantage of.
Thinking of this, Su Su kept tugging at Fang Yu's clothes, trying to signal him to withdraw from the competition.
But Fang Yu was like a blockhead. Amidst the shouts of battle, he slowly stood up.

"Fang Yu."

Su Su muttered to herself, afraid of attracting everyone's attention.

Fang Yu laughed and said, "It's okay, there's no need to be nervous about hitting trash."

"You! What did you say?!" Li Mu on the stage was furious!

Fang Yu ignored Li Mu's roar as if it were just an annoying buzzing of flies, and even yawned slightly.

He raised his hand and casually straightened the collar of his worn-out coarse cloth jacket, which was so old it could almost be used as a rag.

Then, he lazily and unsteadily moved onto the arena and stood opposite Li Mu, separated by a stretch of empty stone path.

He didn't look at the furious Li Mu; his eyes, which held strange, cold ripples, casually swept over the disciple in charge of refereeing at the edge of the arena. His voice was flat and devoid of any warmth, carrying an impatient urging:
"Alright, let's get started, stop dawdling."

This extreme indifference was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a scorching hot oil pan.

Li Mu was trembling with rage, his face turning pale and then red, his teeth grinding together, almost about to explode on the spot! Even the deacon disciples looked extremely ugly.

"Clang-crack-!"

Finally, accompanied by a deafening gong that announced the start of the battle, the dull metallic echo instantly exploded in the desolate mountain valley, reverberating endlessly!
"die--!"

Almost at the same instant the gong sounded, Li Mu, who had already gathered all his spiritual power, roared like a predatory beast, and with a stomp of his foot, he shot towards Fang Yu like an arrow released from a bow!

He gathered all the mixed spiritual energy he could muster into his longsword, drawing a chilling white light that pierced straight into Fang Yu's vital chest!
This sword strike, imbued with all his hatred and shame, was swift, precise, and ruthless!

The cheers from the supporters below had barely reached their throats when—"Bang!!!"

A deep, muffled thud, almost enough to stop a heartbeat, replaced the expected sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh!
fast!
Almost reaching the extreme!
Fang Yu was so fast that he didn't even have time to shout "Shinra Tensei"!
It happened so fast that all the clamor was paused in that instant!

Even as Li Mu lunged forward with ferocity, he couldn't close the distance to Fang Yu by even a single step!

No one could even see Fang Yu make any substantial movements, such as raising his hand, forming a hand seal, or any burst of inspiration.

It was as if it were just a slight thought from him!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, under the gaze of hundreds of horrified eyes, Li Mu, who had rushed forward with great momentum, was struck head-on by an invisible, violent mountain, along with his sword!

All his spiritual power, all his offensives, all his anger crumbled instantly in the face of that irresistible force!
"Ugh—!"

He only had time to let out a short, distorted groan filled with boundless horror and excruciating pain before his body, like a tattered sack being swung around by a giant, flew backward at a terrifying speed several times faster and ten times more violent than when it pounced on him!

A figure, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, slammed into the densely packed audience seats closest to the arena at the edge of the Hundred Refinement Platform!
"Boom - click!"

Wood chips and dust exploded outwards, accompanied by the screams of several unlucky people who were hit!

The whole process happened in a flash!

The disciple in charge had not yet fully lowered his hand, which he had raised in preparation for announcing the start of the ceremony.

The sound of the gong that heralded the start of the battle, the resounding echoes like the lingering hum of a ghost in the valley, still lingering in the air, not yet completely dissipated.

However, on the arena...

The battle is over.

Fang Yu stood still, not even moving the hem of his clothes.

He even maintained the slightly impatient expression he had when he urged the deacon earlier, only slowly withdrawing his hand from adjusting his collar and casually brushing off non-existent dust, as if he had just waved away an annoying flying insect.

The entire Hundred Refinement Platform fell into a deathly silence.

More than a thousand faces, whether outer disciples, inner elites, or elders sitting upright on the high platform, were all transformed into a uniform sculpture! Their eyes were wide open, their mouths slightly agape, their faces frozen in extreme bewilderment and shock, as if struck by lightning.

Su Su's hand, which was covering her mouth, froze in mid-air. Her cold eyes widened to their limit, filled with nothing but incomprehension and pure horror.

Li Hu's usually composed face instantly lost all color, and his deep, pool-like pupils suddenly contracted to the point of needles, fixed intently on the worn-out figure on the field.

Han Feng unconsciously twitched his fingers behind his back. For the first time, the cold smile on his lips vanished completely, replaced by an unyielding look of deep suspicion and an unprecedented sense of apprehension.

One second. Two seconds
The entire Hundred Refinement Platform was deathly silent except for the howling mountain wind.

In the corner of the referee's stand, amidst the pile of wood chips smashed by Li Mu, a few painful groans broke the terrifying silence.

Only then did everyone's gaze mechanically shift from Fang Yu on the stage, who seemed completely unaffected, to the chaotic, dusty ruins of the audience seating area.

what happened?
has it ended?

The gong sounds like it hasn't stopped yet.
Everyone was stunned.

(End of this chapter)