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Chapter 836: Chapter 327: Dead Man, Chen Wudi! (Part 4)

But...

If these people are all controlled by the same Will behind the scenes.

Then why do they perform that kind of collective prayer in the underground space?

This doesn’t make much sense.

After all, if so many people are the same person, praying seems completely pointless.

Unless, although they are dead...

But they are still alive.

Fang Qingyu temporarily pushed this doubt back into his heart.

Then he looked at Jiang Wei: "I have a discovery here as well."

Jiang Wei immediately sat up straight, her red eyes focusing on him.

Fang Qingyu took out his phone, his fingers quickly operated a few clicks on the screen, then turned the screen towards Jiang Wei.

Displayed on the screen.

Was the information page he just searched about Chen Wudi.

Jiang Wei’s gaze was instantly attracted to the photo.

Her breath slightly paused.

Her eyes quickly scanned the resolute face contour in the photo.

Then, she suddenly lifted her head, looking at Fang Qingyu, her eyes full of confusion.

"Chen Wudi?!"

Jiang Wei repeated the name without continuing her sentence.

But instead fell into a state of contemplation.

A full minute passed.

Jiang Wei suddenly raised her head again to look at Fang Qingyu:

"I... I think I know what they’re trying to do!"

"They... seem to be creating a god!!"

...

The next morning.

The day of the 64-strong competition commencement.

Sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling over the thick-carpeted hotel hallway.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the room door, couldn’t help but yawn, a slight hint of weariness between his brows.

In the hallway, Chu Kuanglan and others had already gathered, brimming with energy, whispering today’s competition strategy.

Chu Kuanglan turned his head, seeing Fang Qingyu’s slightly tired look, his large eyes instantly lit up, a mischievous smile spread on his face, he quickly dashed over, slung an arm over Fang Qingyu’s shoulder, raising his eyebrows and winking, his voice deliberately lowered yet unable to conceal the gossip:

"Hey! Qingzi! Tired from spending last night with Sister Jiang... ahem?!"

His eyes swept back and forth between Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, who had just walked out of the room.

Jiang Wei happened to walk out, upon hearing Chu Kuanglan’s words, there was no expression on her exquisite face, but those ruby-like eyes glanced at Chu Kuanglan indifferently.

Fang Qingyu rolled his eyes irritably.

With a shake of his shoulder, he easily shrugged off Chu Kuanglan’s fan-like hand.

He glanced at Chu Kuanglan:

"Old Chu, it seems your energy is abundant? Great. Today is the 64 to 32 rounds, I’ve seen info about your opponent, it’s interesting. If you don’t win this match..."

Fang Qingyu intentionally paused, the corner of his mouth lifting in a "kind" smile.

"Double the training when we’re back."

"Huh?!"

Chu Kuanglan’s mischievous smile instantly froze, like a duck being choked.

Though he was usually full of confidence, anyone entering the 64-strong rounds was tough.

None of them is easy to deal with.

Yesterday he did read his opponent’s info.

A Tier Two Peak Martial Monk, practicing extremely troublesome Hard Skills, strong defense, fierce attack, not weak in Body Technique either, definitely a tough nut to crack.

Victory?

Chu Kuanglan felt he had a fifty percent chance, but only fifty percent.

Who could guarantee a win?

Unless it was someone like Fang Qingyu with overwhelming strength!

"Please! Qingzi! I was wrong! My mouth slipped!"

Chu Kuanglan’s face instantly fell, hands clasped together begging repeatedly towards Fang Qingyu, "I admit fault! I will reflect! I promise I’ll give it all today to knock down that bald monk! Double training is too harsh, right?"

Fang Qingyu saw his pitiful look, twitching the corner of his mouth, and didn’t bother to respond, tacitly letting it go.

He turned to look at Lin Yu standing quietly nearby, instructing, "By the way, Lin Yu."

"Hmm?" Lin Yu responded immediately.

"Investigate further into Chen Wudi’s information."

Fang Qingyu’s tone was very calm, as if discussing an ordinary matter, "Not the publicly available online information, as detailed as possible."

Lin Yu paused slightly, a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but without any hesitation, he nodded, "Okay."

Chu Kuanglan and others heard the name "Chen Wudi."

They also cast curious glances.

This name was nearly forgotten in the Federation, but in the City of Injustice, especially after the arena debacle, it was brought up again.

However, they didn’t ask further.

"Let’s go, to the arena." Fang Qingyu waved his hand and led towards the elevator.

Everyone followed closely.

Jiang Wei walked quietly beside Fang Qingyu, her crimson hair flowing with the morning light like flames.

The huge arena was still a sea of people, the shouts were deafening.

64-strong matches, each was a fierce confrontation, captivating the city’s attention.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat in their reserved stand location.

Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and others headed to the player preparation area.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over the three large arenas below.

Players were stepping onto the stage one after another, the audience’s cheers rising in waves.

Just at this moment.

In the aisle of the audience seats nearby, a hunched figure, wearing a washed-out gray garment, with thin, white hair, supporting himself with a polished wooden cane, slowly made his way against the crowd towards Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s position.

His movements were slow and unnoticeable, as if he could be blown away by a breeze.

The excited spectators around didn’t even notice this elderly man struggling through.

The old man finally sat down, separated by one empty seat next to Fang Qingyu, as if exhausted, he breathed slightly.

His murky eyes seemed to gaze aimlessly at the intense arena below.

His withered hands marked with age spots crossed and rested on the cane’s handle.

On the arena, two competitors were locked in a fierce struggle, the sound of Qi Force clashes and the audience’s cheers were deafening.

Amid this peak of noise.

A voice aged and dry like sandpaper scratching leaves whispered near Fang Qingyu’s ear, piercing through all surrounding clamour:

"Do you now..."

"Understand what the Celestial Punishment Association is like?"