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Chapter 91 Funeral, Promotion!
the next day.

The dormitory of the Sanctuary.

Fang Qingyu got up early to wash up.

I returned from the military camp at 8 p.m. yesterday.

The training session was originally scheduled to end at 4 PM.

Qi Hao chatted with him in the military camp and they also had a free nutritious meal.
They also explained the mission mode for the elite class.

Unlike the special training class, they were hunting ghosts in the wild.

However, the conditions are actually quite similar.

Perhaps some terrain conditions are not good.

But there are also many constraints in the city.

At the same time, Qi Hao also promised Fang Qingyu that he would get him some information about the martial arts competition.

Specifically designed for those top contenders who are considered for the championship.

Fang Qingyu did not refuse.

He is confident, not arrogant.

Having intelligence is certainly the best option, but who knows, his intelligence might already be out in front of others right now.

Look at the map.

But speaking of yesterday's biggest takeaway...

It should be that a new profession has been activated.

[Martial arts instructor profession detected, currently activating (33/100)]

I don't know if it's because of the remarkable results or the large number of participants.

The activation speed is quite fast.

In three days at most, Fang Qingyu will be able to have another new job.

Finished washing.

Fang Qingyu was not wearing training clothes.

Instead, he chose a black suit.

Change your clothes, put on the Starfire Medal, and press -5.

This is a very large conference room.

Today is the day the Bureau of Seminary Affairs ends its holiday, and there are an unusually large number of people.

Apart from those in the special training class.

There are also countless red-named warriors, cultists, and others.

They are all core combat personnel of the Bureau of Justice.

Fang Qingyu walked to the special training area and stood next to Wu Yan.

"Aoko."

Wu Yan greeted him in a low voice.

"Hmm, are you all healed?"

Fang Qingyu turned to look at him and Qin Qi.

"I'm almost fully recovered. How about you?"

They haven't come to the Sanctuary in the past few days.

"I'm fine too. Have the bodies been found?"

Fang Qingyu looked ahead at the empty seats.

"found it."

Wu Yan nodded dejectedly.

Sixteen people died in this special training course.

Many of them were from the martial arts apprentice class. Although they weren't very familiar with each other normally, they would nod and greet each other when they met. But after fighting side by side that night...

They became comrades-in-arms.

Everyone feels a sense of shared sorrow, more or less.

Fang Qingyu didn't say anything more.

The situation that night was indeed beyond the capabilities of everyone in their special training class.

They managed to save so many people.

He has done the best he could.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Ten minutes later.

A holographic projection screen slowly descended from the dome of the conference room, and fifty-three dynamic portraits appeared on the walls that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

Fang Qingyu saw many familiar faces on it.

Seeing his comrades die in the same war again reminded him of his own experiences as a soldier.
"In the operation to suppress heretics around the city"

Wu Yu's voice echoed in the circular conference hall, the crimson gold insignia on his chest gleaming in the sunlight.

“When we first discovered the underground pipes, 228 civilians had already been sacrificed.”

The image on the screen switched to underground pipes.

Piles of bones were carelessly discarded in sewage, and the camera zoomed out to reveal the intricate structure of underground pipes.

Wu Yu's voice suddenly turned cold and hard.

"The heretics used the city's drainage system to build their nests, using medical waste pollution as cover, which led to major errors in our intelligence."

"There is no doubt that this was a mistake by the Bureau of Justice!"

"I apologize to all combat personnel!"

Say it.

Wu Yu took a step to the right, away from the microphone.

He bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle. The entire film set remained silent.

It was as if they were bowing on behalf of the dead.

A full 10 seconds.

Wu Yu stood up again and returned to the microphone.

"Now, please all stand up."

As Wu Yu spoke, fine golden dust suddenly descended from the dome.

"Using light as a guide, we move forward with shadows."

The crowd began to recite eulogies in unison, while scenes from their lives were played on the screen.

A few minutes later.

The somber atmosphere eased slightly.

The ceremony then moved on to the medal-awarding segment following the mourning ceremony.

The image on the screen suddenly began to shake violently.

The scene was switched to that time.

First, the main battlefield.

A blinding flash of blood erupted before everyone's eyes.

Thirty-seven heretics floated in the river of blood, their bare skin covered with dark red veins, their hands forming hand seals to coagulate the foul blood into a swarm of pythons.

The warriors charged forward, riding on waves of blood, their bodies radiating crimson energy.

Each punch was accompanied by an explosive sound, and the force of the punch caused the blood python's head to explode into a bloody mist.

Below, several other believers were simultaneously forming hand seals.

Various elements permeated the river of blood.

They used ice, fire, wood, and other substances to try and stop the river of blood.

The blood river surged into a ten-meter-high wave inside the utility tunnel.

Both sides in the battle were illuminated in red.

And just then.

"Step aside!"

A thunderous roar shook the rust off the pipe wall.

The passageway behind suddenly lit up with a golden-red light, like the rising sun.

An old man with gray hair walked through the air, each step leaving boiling scorch marks on the surface of the blood river.

When his palms come together.

The immense energy condensed behind him into a several-meter-tall, wrathful Vajra phantom.

"break!"

The Vajra phantom and the old man simultaneously threw punches, the crimson-gold fist wind transforming into a roaring giant dragon.

The blood pythons along the way vaporized one after another, and the blood river frantically driven by the heretics exploded layer by layer upon contact.

It's not a collapse.

Instead, it was evaporated into a sky full of red mist by the extremely strong and yang energy.

"This is the power of a martial arts grandmaster."

Even though he had witnessed that person's skills more than once, Fang Qingyu still couldn't help but be amazed by them.

But then the scene abruptly changes.

The blood color disappeared.

Instead, they ended up in an underground palace.

The woman on the throne with a bronze piercing through her brow, and the panicked crowd.

Fang Qingyu slapped Tong Ran.

The process of leading the charge and killing a man in a blood-red robe.

And finally.
His entire body shimmered with golden light as he led the woman into the darkness in the distance.

This scene.

Those red-named extraordinary beings couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Fang Qingyu is alright.

Tong Ran sat to the side, her face flushed.

It wasn't until I saw myself risking my life for three more minutes that I felt a little better.

"I want to thank two people for this battle."

"One of them is Grandmaster Chen!"

"He turned the tide and saved the collapsing edifice, single-handedly slaying the leader of the heretics and crushing the entire main battlefield in one fell swoop."

"The other one is Comrade Fang Qingyu!"

"At the critical moment, he remained calm and composed, leading the entire training class to preserve our flame as much as possible amidst the descent of the gods and the encirclement of the surrounding believers."

Wu Yu stood on the stage, looking serious.

"With special approval from the General Administration, Comrade Fang Qingyu is hereby awarded the Candlelight Medal, an exceptional honor."

The next moment, thunderous applause filled the entire conference room.

Fang Qingyu stood up with a serious expression, met the gazes of those around him, and walked towards the stage.

Wu Yu picked up the dark gold six-pointed star medal from the red velvet tray.

He personally helped Fang Qingyu put it on his chest.

He gently patted her shoulder with his palm.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)