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Chapter 76 The Realm of Lightning Slash!

At 2 a.m., Lansha Street fell into dead silence.

The shops along the street had already closed, and the faded signs swayed gently in the wind.

Two of the already few streetlights went out, leaving only a faint glow that barely outlined the cracked cement pavement.

A screeching sound of tires suddenly pierced the night sky.

A black sedan sped out from the street corner, its headlights piercing the fog with a ghastly white beam.

The speeding wheels quickly rolled over the puddles and came to a stop in the middle of the road.

If a normal person saw this, they would definitely think it was a car accident scene where the tires slipped.

However, the driver and Fang Qingyu couldn't care less about that at the moment.

After he agreed.

The staff then switched the radio to the channel of the adjacent force field.

And from listening to their conversation...

The situation is not optimistic.

Old Joe had said something before that indirectly proved that being a killer is a very cruel thing.

But ever since Fang Qingyu entered this circle...

Those I encountered were either geniuses or geniuses among geniuses.

Like the entire special training class.

One hundred people.

So far, not a single death has occurred.

And at this moment.
The moment Fang Qingyu stepped across the force field ripples.

The strong smell of rust filled my nostrils.

Blood mist hung in the condensed air, the 30-meter-long alleyway floor was covered with a sticky scarlet color, a broken shinbone was stuck diagonally in a crack in the wall, and half a hand was still tightly gripping a broken short knife.

Several mangled torsos lay scattered in a radial pattern, their organs resembling the tattered rags of a child's doll.
The most intact skull lies face up, and the asphalt wall is covered with radiating bloodstains, like the dying struggle of some giant spider.

Actually, it was two minutes ago.

No matter how much Fang Qingyu shouted.

There was no more sound coming from the radio.

This was inevitable.

But the matter doesn't end there.

The culprit behind the tragedy has not yet been apprehended.

Fang Qingyu was the first to arrive.

Stepping into the alley, both Night Visit and Crisis Perception skills are activated simultaneously.

For an instant.

The darkness in the alleyway seemed to whisper what had just happened.

Fang Qingyu continued walking forward expressionlessly.

Stopped in front of a corpse.

Do not look down.

But there was little fear; instead, there was anger, a hatred so intense it felt like wanting to tear the other person to pieces.

"Clap."

A drop of viscous blood fell to the ground.

Fang Qingyu lowered his head for a moment.

Two scarlet pupils opened in the shadows on the ground.

The humanoid form, formed from coagulated blood plasma, grew rapidly.

But in mid-air, his body suddenly disintegrated into a stream of blood, shooting towards Fang Qingyu's forehead at incredible speed!

The bloodshot in his pupils was rapidly enlarging.

However, Fang Qingyu remained unmoved, easily dodging the attack by simply drawing a semicircle on the pool of blood on the ground.

At the same time, the ink-black blade was drawn from its sheath in the night.

With a flick of his right wrist, the blade flashed upwards like the flapping of an owl's wings.

The instant the blood plasma was cut in.

The liquid emitted a shrill scream like a baby crying.

Fang Qingyu felt a strange, slippery sensation in his wrist.

The severed lower half of the blood-soaked body did not fall; instead, it exploded into hundreds of blood droplets in mid-air, each droplet bearing a distorted human face.

Sobs echoed through the alleyway.

This bizarre scene is enough to send one's SAN value plummeting to rock bottom.

However, Fang Qingyu didn't feel anything.

On the contrary, watching the tricks played by the ghost in front of him, he found it somewhat amusing.

Faced with vigilance, crisis awareness, professional title, and a night visit in the darkness.

A vengeful spirit known as Blood Butcher.

To perform these tricks is no different than a blacksmith dying with his eyes open.

You deserve a beating!!!

The clusters of blood droplets resembled iron filings attracted by a magnet.

It suddenly shot out towards the surrounding walls.

Dark red liquid seeped from the cracked bricks, and the walls of the entire alley began to secrete blood plasma, instantly trapping Fang Qingyu in a blood cocoon less than three meters in diameter.

Darkness, carrying a strong, pungent stench, filled my nostrils.

Fang Qingyu lightly tapped the back of his knife with his finger, ignoring the wall of blood in front of him. His gaze remained fixed on the black title.

The blade slashed diagonally, creating a whooshing sound.

This time, the blade delivered a tangible sensation, and the initial strike of Lightning Slash accurately landed on Blood Butcher.

However, the blade, which should have cut smoothly, suddenly faltered, as dozens of translucent arms emerged from the blood plasma and clamped down on the blade.

The temperature inside the blood cocoon dropped sharply.

The faces that had just been lying on the ground reassembled before Fang Qingyu's eyes, their gaping mouths stretching to their ears as they opened and closed repeatedly.

Fang Qingyu watched this scene expressionlessly.

The sound of a sword rang out suddenly.

Gold and silver patterns covered the entire body.

Grasp the knife handle with both hands, and the muscles in your wrists bulge as you drive the blade in a spiral cut.

"Zheng——"

A muffled, thunderous hum echoed through the alleyway.

The moment the blade tore through the blood cocoon, the viscous blood plasma burst open like a water sac exploding.

Dark red liquid radiated outwards, and the blood droplets in mid-air formed a salty rain, splattering onto the metal garbage cans in the alley.

However, Fang Qingyu remained vigilant.

It was as if he were looking at a dead person.

He kept staring at a certain inconspicuous bead of blood.

It was seen slowly crawling on the ground.

The dark blade, accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder, pinned him deep into the crack in the wall.

This is the end.

The alleyway returned to deathly silence.

The Thunder Slash of the Transcendent Realm truly had the sound of thunder.

Fang Qingyu is on the road.

I used a few skill points to temporarily upgrade the Thunder Slash Blade Technique.

pity.

I still missed it.

[The Fate Demon - Blood Slaughter has been added to your skill list, rewarding you with 1 skill point]

【Blood Nightmare Species - Malignant Proliferative Type】

[Collection Progress: 2/5]

I only glanced at the diagram.

Fang Qingyu began calling staff to clean up the site.

There were quite a few severed limbs at the scene, and the staff spent quite a while collecting them, but they still hadn't finished.

Not to mention piecing them together to give these people a complete corpse.

Fang Qingyu didn't read any further.

He turned around, intending to return to the Sanctuary.

But support always comes after the event is over.

"Hey, how's it going inside!?"

As Fang Qingyu was about to step out of the force field, he heard a familiar voice.

"The Ghost of Fate is dead."

Fang Qingyu listened, taken aback, and replied.

"Qingzi?"

Upon hearing Fang Qingyu's voice on the radio, the person on the other end paused for a few seconds before asking uncertainly.

"it's me."

Fang Qingyu turned around and looked at Lao Qiao and the others.

"Oh my god, it really is you!!"

Old Qiao and Lü Chen entered the force field together, and their faces immediately lit up with joy when they saw Fang Qingyu.

But he didn't take two steps.

The stench of blood and rust filled their nostrils.

He subconsciously looked at the horrific scene ahead.

He stood there stunned for several seconds, not saying a word.

"Are you OK?"

However, the two were both seasoned veterans, and after calming down a bit, they began to check Fang Qingyu for any injuries.

"I'm fine, I'm just two minutes late."

Fang Qingyu felt somewhat helpless.

Upon hearing this, Old Joe hesitated for a moment before cautiously offering his advice.

"Well, that's normal. You don't need to blame yourself for their deaths. Everyone thought about this day when they chose this path."

"I understand, I was just expressing my feelings."

Fang Qingyu is no longer a greenhorn.

Naturally, they wouldn't encounter any psychological problems because of the miserable state of their colleagues.

After saying that, he frowned and circled around Old Qiao and Lü Chen.

"Don't talk about me, how did you all get into this mess!?"

(End of this chapter)