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Chapter 62 Devilish Outdoor Training!

Is he a reserve member of the Bureau of Seminary Affairs?
Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up as he watched the activation progress.

I never expected that joining the Bureau of Sanctions would bring such a pleasant surprise.

And it looks like.

The potential ceiling for this profession should be higher than before.

For example, the transition from reserve to full member.

Unlike other professions, there is no distinction between trainees and reserve personnel.

Now the killer
Another reason has emerged.

After confirming that there were no further threats, Fang Qingyu sheathed Mo Ting.

After confirming the situation via radio, he put away the Life Bead and then dispelled the force field.

We were lucky this time; we only encountered one.

And it's a small caramel.

The scene was handed over to the staff for handling.

Fang Qingyu got back into the car.

Before he could speak, the car started immediately.
Proceed to the next location.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly as he looked at the street ahead.

Are there really that many battles that they need to handle?

The result was less than 10 minutes.

The answer to this question is now available.

"Commissioner Fang Qingyu, you have 5 minutes to start the battle. Please note that the fluctuation of the Fate Ghost's aura is unknown this time."

The staff member even kindly reminded them.

Technology has become so advanced.

Can even distinguish the aura of a ghost?

With questions in mind, Fang Qingyu immediately got out of the car to observe his surroundings.

This is a commercial area.

The streets were bustling with activity, and passersby hurried by.

Most of them are probably local workers or people who come to shop.

Fang Qingyu stood by the roadside with the box on his back.
The main purpose was to observe the nearby buildings.

This time, it's a ghost whose fate was not recorded in the previous information.

The intensity and quantity are unknown.

If they can win, this open area in front of them is advantageous to them.

If we can't beat them.

The nearby buildings can also be used as cover for their own movements.

Until the five minutes were almost up.

Fang Qingyu then activated the force field.

Vehicles passing by immediately stopped in their tracks, and the splashes of water disappeared into the air.

No matter how many times you watch this scene.

There will be a sense of disorientation.

But there was no time to appreciate it.

"Chong-"

The instant the ink blade is drawn.

The air ten meters ahead suddenly rippled.

Fang Qingyu witnessed the entire process of the Fate Ghost appearing for the first time.

The asphalt road surface twisted and rolled up like a crumpled canvas.

A viscous substance, somewhere between asphalt and flesh, was seeping from the void, carrying with it the stench of rotting pine needles and rust.

When the first withered, branch-like claw tore through space.

The ghost of fate began to reveal its ugly face.

The deformed creature had skin covered in livid bluish-gray discoloration, its skull resembled a shattered pottery jar, and its spine was bizarrely bent backward, like a marionette casually broken and pieced back together by a child.

【Deadly Ghost - Skull-Broken Puppet】

Fang Qingyu had not seen any information about it.

But in the dragon's dormant state.

You can vaguely sense the threat from the other party.

Fang Qingyu faced the ripples and slowly retreated towards the buildings behind him.

This is getting a bit tricky.

But it's not that they can't fight at all.

This outdoor training was deliberately designed to have everyone kill an unknown ghost.

It was for the purpose of training everyone.

If there is any threat, ask for help.

What's the point of practicing martial arts then?

Therefore, Fang Qingyu controlled the wireless connection very tightly.

And in the windows of a tall building not far from him.

There was a figure silently watching Fang Qingyu.

His headset was filled with static.

"Boss, how's that Qingzi you mentioned doing?"

"This is only the second wave, and 12 people have already asked for help. It's hilarious."

"However, there are quite a few cult members inside this time. We can go and unleash a big attack on those idiots tomorrow."

Lin Kang listened silently as he finished rambling before pressing the radio button. "I reckon he'll be beating you to a pulp soon."

"How is that possible!?"

The person on the other end of the headset immediately refuted the claim.

However, Lin Kang didn't hear him making a fuss over there.

He simply watched quietly below.

Fang Qingyu hadn't even had time to retreat into the building.

Ripples also began to appear on the walls of the tall buildings behind them.

And they appear extremely quickly.

One by one, skull-crushing puppets struggled to crawl out of the wall.

Fang Qingyu also noticed the strangeness behind it.

And now.
There was no other choice.

Fang Qingyu stopped retreating, bent his knees slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced like a cannonball.

He charged toward the skull-crushing puppets that surrounded him.

There are 5 on the road.

Since there's nowhere to retreat, the only option is to kill as many as possible before all the Fate Demons appear.

Fang Qingyu's charge plowed sparks across the asphalt road.

As Mo Feng's horizontally raised blade sliced through the rain, five deformed bodies simultaneously sprang to life.

The skull-crushing puppets at the very front left afterimages as their claws tore through the air.

But before they could even touch the man in black...

He was then pierced through the throat by a flash of light, the tip of the blade emerging from the back of his neck.

Fang Qingyu spun around and cut into the blind spot of the second one, the blade slicing a semicircle along the bent spine, the rotting flesh peeling off like withered leaves.

The third one's claws were just reaching him.

The hilt of the Mofeng sword suddenly crashed backward, and the sound of a skull shattering and a fourth whooshing sound rang out simultaneously.

The fourth skull-crushing puppet, kicked away, crashed into the bus stop sign and shattered.

There's only one left.

There was no time to make any further adjustments, so the blade was wedged into its neck.

With a slight downward stance, the shoulder and elbow rest on the back of the knife.

Mo Ting embedded itself into its body, carrying the skull-crushing puppet's corpse as it flew backward.

The fluid and graceful battle was like a work of art.

But before Fang Qingyu could catch his breath
The skull-crushing puppet on the wall had already fallen to the ground with all four limbs, and it charged towards him menacingly.

The wet neon lights melted into a river of flowing light at midnight.

Ripples spread across the puddle under the eaves of the Sanctuary Building, reflecting dozens of sitting figures.
They were all mechanically eating the food in their hands.

His eyes betrayed a deep doubt about life.

When Fang Qingyu got out of the car and saw this scene, he was slightly stunned.

But she quietly picked up the packaged oden, found a corner to sit down and start eating.

A whistle came from inside the door.

Ji Yang and the class teacher, looking relaxed, strolled out of the door.

"How was the outdoor training? Was it great?"

"That felt so good!"

Someone replied through gritted teeth.

Just as Ji Yang said, all that was needed was to fight. After a whole night of non-stop work, it really was just like that.

The longest rest period did not exceed 15 minutes.

They're even worse than oxen and horses.

They were still facing an unknown enemy, and every battle was nerve-wracking.

"If it's fun, that's all that matters, you bunch of useless trash."

Seeing this, Ji Yang nodded in satisfaction, uttering the harshest words.

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone who had been eating silently looked up.

Even the believers looked unfriendly.

"You're not convinced, huh? Let me see."

Ji Yang chuckled, picked up his tablet, and began to mutter to himself.

"Two classes, a total of 104 people. Tonight, 4 invincible losers are asking for help in the first wave of desperate requests, 17 big losers are asking for help in the second wave, 34 little losers are asking for help in the third wave, and 40 little trash are asking for help in the fourth wave."

"Well, there are only 9 normal people left."

Aside from those nine people, the rest of the words were all insulting.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, look at these nine people, there's one who hasn't even mastered the basics of Qi and Blood Circulation Technique."

Before anyone could react, Ji Yang suddenly took his tablet and approached the coach of the next class.

Fang Qingyu

Old Zhang's face was ashen as he softly uttered the name.

wow——

All of them were sitting.

They all turned to look at the figure next to them who was showing off his oden.

A good while.

Fang Qingyu felt a sudden silence.
Only then did he look up at the crowd, bewildered.

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