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Chapter 57 Special Training Class of the Sanctuary Bureau

"Special training class?"

Fang Qingyu answered the phone and was taken aback.

"Yes, if the elite class is the cradle for cultivating martial artists, then the special training class is the hall where top geniuses gather."

“It’s not just people like you who are born with martial arts skills; almost all the Christian cultists of your age in Qingjian City will go.”

Lin Kang's words made Fang Qingyu slightly excited.

To be honest, it all started with practicing martial arts.

I have hardly ever felt any pressure from my peers.

They all see transcendence as their goal.

Climbing upwards step by step.

Later, with the emergence of ghosts and cultists.

Only then did I begin to feel a little pressure.

But now that he has stepped halfway into the extraordinary realm, and has also defeated a cultist of the same level.

It becomes even harder to find peers who can put pressure on you.

And now, there is such a platform.
It provides an opportunity for you to compete with the most outstanding talents among your peers.

Fang Qingyu could not obtain it.

I agreed immediately.

"Okay, someone will pick you up tomorrow morning. Pack your luggage and weapons tonight and report for duty tomorrow."

Lin Kang was not at all surprised that Fang Qingyu would agree.

If it's your first time encountering this, you might not understand it yet.

After watching these battles...

It's already very clear.
Fang Qingyu is, at heart, a person who never admits defeat.

In addition, he has a calm, combative personality.

Many seemingly life-or-death battle choices are often the key to breaking the deadlock.

"I guarantee you'll love the special training program."

The call ended with Lin's last joking remark.

The morning light spread out behind the leaden-gray clouds.

The entire city was shrouded in a curtain of rain woven from silver threads.

The glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers are adorned with meandering watermarks, and the afterglow of neon lights dissolves into colorful patches that float and sink in the misty fog.

Fang Qingyu got up early.

I stood in front of the mirror to wash up and clean up the little bit of beard that had grown out.

Aside from encountering the Ghost of Fate on Zihua Street last night.

Even the group furthest away from him, Bigfoot, encountered a wave of attacks.

Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, the battle was already over.

I didn't gain anything.

However, the five life beads dropped by those killed in Purple Flower Street.

They all ended up in Fang Qingyu's pocket.

Normally speaking.

A small handling fee is required, such as for a life bead.

But Old Joe absolutely refused to accept it.
There was nothing he could do.

Make sure you look presentable and your clothes are neat.

Fang Qingyu closed his packed suitcase, slung the knife box containing Mo Ting over his shoulder, and walked out of the house.

"Hello, is this Mr. Fang?"

A vehicle with military license plates was parked at the entrance of the residential compound.

Some people had been waiting here for a long time.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu carrying his luggage and observing his gait, they immediately stepped forward to ask him questions.

"Yes, you're from the Bureau of Sanctions?"

Fang Qingyu stopped and asked a question.

Seeing that the other party had shown his identification, she handed over the suitcase and took Mo Ting to sit in the back seat.

This special training class was even more prestigious than he had imagined.

Training time is from 8:00 AM to 12:00 PM.

And from 8 pm to 2 am.

You are free to do as you please at other times.

Therefore, the skill progress of bodyguards and stair-carryers will not be delayed.

Only the Chamber of Commerce
I will be temporarily absent for a period of time.

The neon lights of the morning rush hour had not yet completely gone out, and the car radio was broadcasting a red alert for today's heavy rain.

It's pouring rain again.

The rain from April has continued into May, and it shows no sign of stopping.

Half an hour later.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the headquarters of the Sanctuary.

"Mr. Fang, once you're inside, someone will take you to the special training area." "Okay, thank you."

Take the luggage out of the trunk.

Fang Qingyu looked at the towering skyscrapers that seemed to pierce the clouds under the rain.

I secretly hoped for it.

Enter the building.

There aren't many people here.

But they all seemed wary, and almost all of them turned to look at Fang Qingyu as they went in.

"Stop looking, this way."

Fang Qingyu turned his head, and Lin Kang was already standing to the side waiting.

"Instructor Lin".

"I'm not the coach of the special training class, just call me Captain Lin from now on."

Lin Kang slightly changed how he addressed Fang Qingyu.

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

"Joining the special training program means you have become a reserve member of the Bureau of Divine Religion. There will be an awarding ceremony later."

Lin Kang led Fang Qingyu toward the elevator, talking as they walked.

Fang Qingyu was taken aback and asked from the side, "To join the army?"

"You will join the military, but there will be no military training procedures. After you graduate from the special training class, you will be free most of the time."

As they stepped into the elevator, Team Leader Lin offered an explanation.

Then I swiped my ID card and pressed -3.

The elevator doors slid open silently, and the vibrations of metal rubbing against metal crept up to my feet.

What comes into view is a high-tech lobby.

"Your dorms and training area are all on this floor. Let me take you there to put your luggage down first."

Lin Kang led the way down the left corridor.

Fang Qingyu followed behind, observing the surroundings.

This doesn't feel like a basement at all; it's more like the ground has been hollowed out, as the corridors alone are quite spacious.

The titles of the people he met along the way also broadened Fang Qingyu's horizons.

You can sometimes see people with red names (indicating they are rarely seen outside) here.

However, most of them were martial artists.

Walk through several corridors.

The dormitory was a single room. After Fang Qingyu put down his luggage, he took Mo Ting out of the box.

Follow Lin Kang to the training hall.

"By the way, you should be aware that fighting is prohibited on this floor."

"However, the one thing that is never lacking here is the opportunity to hone real combat skills."

"For example, the special training class will have weekly ranking challenges, and there will be occasional martial arts sparring sessions, or like last time, we'll use the Life Bead to lure them into sparring in the training ground."

Fang Qingyu's lips twitched as he listened.

"Taking out the Life Bead to gamble with someone else, is that alright?"

“What’s the big deal? Besides, I reckon you won’t even need to reach out to them; they’ll come to you on their own to save face for the Christians.”

After saying that, Lin Kang pushed open the door to the training hall.

The venue that comes into view.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the top of his head.

The dome, constructed from an unknown material, is over twenty meters high.

The entire space is more than twice the size of the previous martial arts school.

A few people were already standing scattered in the middle of the venue. When the door was pushed open, they all turned their attention to Fang Qingyu and his companion.

Fang Qingyu also looked over at them.

They all held the professional titles of martial arts apprentices and religious followers.

There were probably over a hundred people.

However, among that group of people...

The most eye-catching person was the middle-aged man standing at the very front.

The most eye-catching professional title on one's head.

Martial Arts Master

This was the first time Fang Qingyu had seen different professional titles related to martial arts.

It seems I really came to the right place.

Lin Kang led Fang Qingyu over, speaking softly as he went.

"Remember, you have only one goal here."

"Crush them, crush them, and get the most resources."