Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 711 What are you babbling about?! I want to eat the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!
The vast Hundred Refinement Platform fell into a deathly silence, as if time had frozen.

Only the enormous bronze gong that heralded the start of the duel still slowly spread and echoed in the cold air, like a wisp of a lingering, wandering soul.

However, before the clanging of bronze could completely subside, the dust had already settled on the arena.

Fang Yu yawned slightly, with a look that said, "I haven't even used my full strength yet, and you've already given up," and stepped off the stage.

On the other side, Li Mu, along with his gleaming longsword, was now embedded in the shattered and mangled wooden frame at the edge of the stands in a very disheveled state.

A few faint groans escaped from the smoke and splintered wood, sounding particularly abrupt.

The Second Elder, Li Cha, stood on the high platform, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze lingered for a moment on Fang Yu's somewhat bored face, then swept over the direction where Li Mu had fallen, his eyes filled with surprise, scrutiny, and a hint of barely concealed annoyance.

The scene just now happened too fast; even his divine sense, as a Foundation Establishment elder, was unable to fully capture it!
In the blink of an eye, Li Mu, who had suddenly launched an attack, flew backward like a tattered sack, the power or technique contained within him was strange and inexplicable.

The entire Hundred Refinement Platform was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Li Cha took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions. His authoritative voice, tinged with a barely perceptible unease, resounded like a boulder rolling across the ground:

"The winner, Fang Yu, advances to the next round!"

The moment the verdict was announced, the audience seemed to wake up from a dream, and the suppressed discussions burst forth like a tidal wave!
Shock, confusion, fear, and speculation—a complex mix of emotions surged and churned among the crowd.

"How can this be?"

"Hasn't he only been a student for three days?"

"What treasure did the skinny senior uncle give him?"

"That can't be right. Senior Uncle Skinny is known for being detached from worldly affairs, let alone a cowherd boy with a pseudo-spiritual root?"

Fang Yu seemed not to hear the announcement of his victory. He just pursed his lips in boredom and slowly walked towards the corner of the stone steps where he had been standing. His tattered coarse cloth coat stood out conspicuously under the focus of countless complicated gazes.

Su Su suddenly stood up, her usually cold face now showing only a deathly paleness and urgency!

As soon as Fang Yu sat down, Su Su's voice was extremely low, almost a whisper, yet every word was filled with a palpable fear on the verge of collapse:
"Go! Fang Yu! Immediately! Let's go right now!"

Her eyes flashed frantically toward the mountain gate, "Now, before they can react! Hurry!"

Others might not know, but Su Su knows it inside and out!

She was terrified that Fang Yu's Pure Sutra would be discovered and stolen.

Fang Yu was slightly swayed by Su Su's tug. He slowly turned his head and met Su Su's anxious eyes, which were filled with the imminent threat of disaster.
In a very casual manner, as if he found it a nuisance, he stretched out two fingers and slowly, one by one, pried open Su Su's fingers that were tightly gripping his sleeve.

His movements were so flippant they were almost provocative, and a smile slowly spread across his face, a mixture of laziness, mockery, and a hint of roguishness.

afraid?
Fang Yu chuckled inwardly.

The Second Elder? Those old men on the stage with their bewildered expressions? And the group of fellow disciples below the stage staring at him like they'd seen a ghost or were starving wolves, whispering amongst themselves?

In his eyes, they all became the source of amusement in this dull Kinmen.

With Laozi protecting him, from top to bottom, inside and out, from the lively to the groaning on the ground, who in this entire Golden Gate could possibly harm a single hair on Fang Yu's head?
He simply shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, as if watching a play in his own backyard, and listened with great interest to the gossip circulating about him.

Fang Yu's battles, ever since he officially entered the top 32, have become the most bizarre and breathtaking spectacle on the Hundred Refinement Platform.

He walked lazily onto the arena, but no matter who his opponent was, whether they were at the sixth or eighth level of Qi Refining, or what kind of fierce and violent attacks or cautious and cunning techniques they used, the outcome was always the same as Li Mu's scene—without exception.

The opponent roared and charged forward, his sword flashing, the initial technique already formed.

Fang Yu slightly raised his eyelids, not even bothering to call out the name "Shinra Tensei".

Just a thought.

A powerful, intangible, and intangible shockwave, yet carrying an absolute repulsive force, suddenly exploded out from the center of him!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A series of dull, heart-wrenching thuds resounded, like heavy hammers striking rotten wood.

There were no dazzling clashes of brilliance, no ingenious dismantling of moves, and not even any unnecessary screams.

One of the sixteen opponents, while still halfway through the match, was struck as if by an invisible, primordial beast. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his flying sword whirled and flew out of his hand. He tumbled off the stage and crashed into a pile of rubble at the edge of the stands, where he immediately fainted.

The whole process is incredibly fast.

The sound of gongs still echoed; the battle was over.

Fang Yu remained standing still, not even bothering to sway the hem of his clothes.

His Rinnegan, which contained strange, cold ripples, indifferently swept over his opponents who were unconscious or struggling below the stage, as if swatting away a few annoying flies. Then, he yawned, walked off the stage with a bored expression, and returned to his corner of the stone steps.

The deathly silence in the audience grew deeper with each passing moment.

The initial shock turned into numbness, and the numbness then gave rise to indescribable fear and deep confusion.

The murmurs of discussion turned from a boiling murmur to a suppressed buzz, and eventually evolved into a collective silence among more than a thousand people.

No one could understand what that power was!
Spiritual power? It doesn't seem like it! The fluctuations of spiritual power are completely undetectable.

Martial arts? Even more impossible!
That power seemed to come from the void, or perhaps from his own body; it was domineering, tyrannical, and unreasonable, crushing all the defenses and attacks of the Qi Refining stage with overwhelming force.

It was like an impenetrable fog, enveloping Fang Yu and the hearts of all the onlookers.

When Fang Yu stepped onto the stage of the quarterfinals again, the oppressive atmosphere reached its peak.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the main area of ​​the Hundred Refinement Platform underwent a subtle yet solemn change. In addition to the Second Elder Li Cha, who had been present from the beginning, his face ashen and his eyes fixed on Fang Yu with sharp, piercing gaze, Sect Leader Li Suanming had also arrived at some point.

The old man, who had been in charge of Kinmen for decades and usually lived a secluded life, was sitting in the center of the jade chair. His seemingly cloudy old eyes were now bright and clear, with a calmness that seemed to see through all illusions, and he was also focused on Fang Yu.

Beside him sat several other elders who rarely showed themselves. Some had furrowed brows, some stroked their beards in deep thought, and some exchanged glances with suspicion.

Fang Yu, the "achievement" of the Thin Taoist lineage, has already attracted the collective attention of the highest levels of the entire Kinmen.

Su Su, sitting in the audience, had her palms soaked with cold sweat.

Looking at Fang Yu on the stage, who remained unperturbed under the watchful eyes of the sect leaders, she felt a piercing fear with every breath she took.

She desperately wanted to rush up and drag that reckless guy down from the vortex that could explode at any moment.

In the quarterfinals, his opponent was a senior Foundation Establishment stage disciple who was highly regarded by an elder.

He had clearly studied Fang Yu's previous bizarre battles. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he activated a protective jade talisman with all his might. The flowing blue light formed a thick light shield, and at the same time, he summoned a small, rotating golden gong magic shield to protect himself. His expression was extremely solemn.

however.

When a thought arises, a repulsive force arises.

There was a crisp "snap" sound!
The seemingly stable cyan light shield shattered like fragile glass, and the jade talisman instantly dimmed.

The protective golden gong shield was struck as if by a heavy blow, letting out a mournful cry. A large dent was visibly formed on the shield's surface, and it spun and fell to the dust, completely devoid of spiritual energy.

The solemnity on the senior brother's face was instantly replaced by boundless horror. He couldn't even put up a fight. Like a broken puppet with its strings cut, he was blasted backward by that irresistible force, smashing into a group of onlookers and causing a chorus of screams and cries of agony.

He rolled several times on the stone steps, vomiting blood in a disheveled state. After struggling for a few moments, he was unable to get up, his eyes filled with only confusion and incredulous fear.

Fang Yu has once again entered the top four in this unbelievable way!

When the final four were announced, everyone was stunned!

Li Hu – son of the Second Elder, Li Cha!
Li Ya – the only female disciple under the sect leader Li Suanming!
Han Feng – Li Cha’s illegitimate son, with exceptional talent!

And Fang Yu.

Li Cha's face was no longer just ashen, but as black as the bottom of a pot.

His thin fingers unconsciously rubbed the armrest of the seat, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

The Foundation Establishment Pill! The Foundation Establishment Pill that he had painstakingly planned for his two sons was now within his grasp!

But now, the biggest variable is this mysterious and extremely strange kid!

He couldn't be sure if Fang Yu could defeat Li Hu or Han Feng, but the power that kid had displayed was completely beyond reason; even he, an elder, couldn't see through it! What if, just what if he really won?
Li Cha could no longer sit still.

He leaned closer to Sect Leader Li Suanming, lowered his voice, and spoke urgently and with apprehension: "Sect Leader! This boy is no ordinary person! We could both sense the technique he used just now; there was absolutely no fluctuation of spiritual power, and it was neither physical nor spiritual power! It was extremely strange and evil! It was definitely not something Junior Brother Skinny could have taught, nor was it any of our Golden Sect's inheritance! He may possess a demonic treasure or be possessed by an evil spirit! Letting him continue to participate in the competition is too risky! Why not immediately terminate his qualification and take him away for interrogation?"

Li Suanming's cloudy eyes shifted slightly as he looked at Li Cha.

He didn't answer immediately, but calmly looked at the young man in the tattered cloth coat below the arena, and through him, he seemed to think of the gaunt Taoist priest who lived in seclusion in the back mountain hut, his breath withered and decaying.

After a moment, Li Suanming slowly shook his head, his wrinkles revealing no emotion.

"Junior brother," the sect leader's voice was calm and deep, carrying a hint of profound meaning, "you know your path, and I know it. This person is one of only two disciples he personally accepted; no matter where he learned these skills..."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the enviable tray of Foundation Establishment Pills, before continuing meaningfully, "...It's all his own destiny. Junior Brother Thin's actions are beyond reason and comprehension. This move may well have been part of his calculations, and might even be related to his attempt to break through that barrier of desolation. As for the risks..."

Looking at Li Cha's anxious eyes, Li Suanming's lips seemed to twitch slightly, revealing an ambiguous smile.

"A Foundation Establishment Pill, though precious, is not a huge deal. Besides, even if Fang Yu makes it into the top four, he may not win. Li Huxian's cultivation is superb, Han Feng is even more unassuming, and even Ya'er is not someone to be trifled with. Let him continue. Things have come to this point, let's just wait and see."

Li Cha's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to argue, but seeing the unquestionable calm in the sect leader's eyes and a certain tacit approval or even expectation of the skinny Taoist, he knew that further argument would be pointless.

A chilling sense of frustration rose from the depths of Li Cha's heart.

He abruptly turned his head, no longer speaking, but his gaze towards Fang Yu was even colder and filled with murderous intent.

He could only clench his fists and place his hopes on Li Hu's "Ink Scale Shield" and Han Feng's potential, which even he could not quite fathom.

Fang Yu seemed completely unaware of the storm raging in the final four.

She even closed her eyes.

Everyone thought he was sleepy, but actually he was arguing with Laozi with his eyes closed.

"Are you serious? I've lost my memory? I'm actually Qin Shi Huang?"

Lao Tzu kept rubbing his nose, "I didn't say that!"

Fang Yu explained, "This is a metaphor. Are you saying that my true strength is enough to make me completely invincible in this world?"

"No, no, but at least in this human realm, no one can control you. However, the problem is that the will of Heaven in this world strongly resists the entry of your memories. Even I don't have a better way for the time being, so I can only secretly transport them to you little by little."

"You get that Foundation Establishment Pill first, and I'll refine a Golden Core for you. We'll see if you can break through to the Core Formation stage before we make any further plans."

Just as Fang Yu was about to ask another question, Lao Jun took something out of his pocket and handed it to Fang Yu, "Boy, take a look at this?"

Fang Yu was stunned, then shouted, "Holy crap! The Rumble-Rumble Fruit?! I'm going to point my finger at those old fogies on stage and start cursing them!"

Lao Jun felt a pang of regret and sighed, "Truly, he was born a demonic orb."

(End of this chapter)