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Chapter 97, ID: SM? 778?

Chapter 97, No. SM? 778? (23 chapters of 10,000 words each, please subscribe!)

"Not bad, not bad, you're good at talking, say a few more words."

Upon hearing this, the team leader next to him...

He quickly brought his phone closer and recorded what he had just said.

"Coach, this isn't a good idea."

Tang Lingchuan snapped out of his daze and pointed at his phone with a wry smile.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the screen wasn't a recording at all, but a live stream.

The camera remained firmly fixed on Fang Qingyu.

The barrage of comments was flying everywhere.

"Lin Fengzi asked me to start the live stream, and no one else can see it, so it's fine."

The team leader waved his hand dismissively.

"The victor is Fang Qingyu!"

Soon, the martial arts master announced the results of this eye-popping match.

Fang Qingyu showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

The golden markings on his body actually became more pronounced.

"Fang Qingyu is the successor."

When the old man removed the restrictions on those with red names, they hurriedly explained to their own disciples who had not yet been eliminated.

Such visual effects are unheard of.

It can only be the ancient method.

The situation on the field suddenly became clear.

Fang Qingyu clearly intended to take down everyone in the arena.

And they will not give up until they achieve their goal.

In that case, we can no longer passively engage in combat.

Otherwise, if strong and weak opponents are mixed together, a battle that might have a chance can be completely crushed.

Join forces!

The martial arts apprentices who had not yet been eliminated exchanged glances and understood each other's thoughts.

Fang Qingyu was casually walking in another, relatively intact direction.

A voice immediately rang out from the crowd.

"Fang Qingyu, do you dare to let us take turns challenging you in three groups?"

At this point, they no longer cared about losing face.

It would be truly shameful if someone managed to defeat everyone present.

"can."

"But there are only 2 minutes to prepare."

Fang Qingyu stopped abruptly, glanced at the man, and after only two seconds of thought, nodded in agreement.

If it's a three-wave pattern.

A group of several dozen people.

That's pretty much my limit.

It also saves the most time.

There are still 25 minutes left, which is more than enough.

"It won't take two minutes, one minute is enough!"

Although it was unclear why Fang Qingyu was in such a hurry, it seemed as if shortening the time would make them appear fearless, and the person who had just spoken let out a cold snort.

Fang Qingyu was naturally happy to agree.

Simply stand still, close your eyes and rest.

In an instant, the golden light vanished.
Look at the map.

The martial arts apprentice's experience was completely perfected during the challenge.

The first prerequisite has been met.

Now all we need to do is crush these people, get the rewards, and the resources.

Then you can begin preparing for your breakthrough to become a martial artist.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu opened his eyes again.

There were already dozens of people in front of him, armed and staring at him nervously.

If the previous intention was to provoke them into coming up...

And this moment.

Fang Qingyu was the one who was truly disappointed.

Face a strong enemy.

Calmness is an essential quality that martial artists can and must possess.

They can't even do that.

What's the point of talking about fighting?!
"are you ready?"

The long sword was drawn again.

Golden patterns rose from the soles of Fang Qingyu's feet, and the golden light, like a collapsing black hole, spread around him and then receded.
The battle formation of dozens of martial arts apprentices surged like a tidal wave.

The clash of swords and the shadows of spears formed a dense net, pressing down on the center of the arena.

The copper rings on the dragon pillar moved automatically without wind, producing hundreds of clear and melodious dragon roars.

Fang Qingyu lightly touched the blue brick with his toes.

A muffled rumble like thunder came from the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks burst open from beneath our feet, each fissure spewing out golden light like molten lava.

A long sword was swung horizontally, creating a waterfall of light three zhang long.

The trail left by the blade wind solidified into a tangible golden crack in mid-air!

The first twelve men to be hit had their weapons shattered.

The shards of the broken blade, wreathed in golden flames, swept back through the crowd, scorching blinding sparks on the blood mist barrier.

The second wave of combined attacks has not yet taken shape.

Fang Qingyu had already soared into the sky, stepping on the flying figure, the golden patterns in his hair converging into flares, his whole being transforming into a falling sun.

boom--

A circular airflow swept across the entire area.

The blue brick floor was lifted up with a sound, and the gravel was dyed gold and stone in the golden storm.

The warriors, barely managing to withstand the impact, had their vision obstructed. Amidst the searing pain in their hands, they could only see a golden light weaving through the chaos.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The roar was drowned out by the tornado-like whistling of blades.

Fang Qingyu spun around and unleashed a full moon arc of light, tearing the blood mist barrier apart like thin paper wherever it passed.

The last twenty-four martial arts disciples were thrown into the air by the force of the energy.

The impact on the dragon pillar shook off the scattered copper rings.

The last shard of blade clattered to the ground.

Amidst the dust and mist, only the young man stood holding a knife, behind him were dozens of knife marks dug into the bluestone floor, and unconscious figures could be seen lying everywhere around him.

The white light from the dome plummeted straight down.

The lingering golden patterns on Fang Qingyu's body made him appear like a deity awakening in a shrine.

The sound of porcelain shattering could be heard from the spectators.

The teacup slipped from the hand of a certain red-named martial artist.

It sounded particularly jarring in the otherwise silent surroundings.

There's no need to fight anymore.
When there is no difference between one person fighting 20 people and one person fighting 80 people.

The number of people becomes a joke at this moment.

Many of the red-named martial artists couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Martial arts have reached a state of perfection, a state of complete mastery.

The visualization method is complete.

The Qi and Blood Transport Method has reached a state of perfection.

It seems that his physical condition has been honed to its limit.

Where did this freak come from?!?

Martial arts techniques are easy to discern, after all, everyone has learned them.

The characteristics of a perfect visualization method.
That was Fang Qingyu's golden light, which could already project his energy a short distance from his body.

It can easily crush melee fighters.

All of these combined
Actually, it's quite possible to have a run-in with someone who has just entered the realm of martial arts transcendence.

Fang Qingyu was unaware of their thoughts.

He frowned and looked around.

"What about the next wave?" Wherever his heterochromatic eyes fell, not only did martial arts apprentices instinctively lower their heads, but even some elderly martial artists dared not meet his gaze.

Fang Qingyu had previously said that he would let that position be held by the museum owner.

This is no joke!

At this point, who would dare to provoke such bad luck?

"They didn't play for a minute, so can we consider that a surrender?"

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly and turned to look at the martial arts master.

The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this.

Their gazes swept over the area, and after one minute, the winner was announced.

Another minute.

Apart from a few tables including Tang Lingchuan's, most people had their heads down, eyes closed, and had distanced themselves from the scene.

The middle-aged man seemed to be seeing this situation for the first time as well.

His eyes held nothing but disappointment.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Fang Qingyu was somewhat gratified.

With each additional promising talent like this emerges, the Federation's hopes increase by a little.

"I hereby declare that the champion of the 2025 Martial Arts Competition is..."

"Fang Qingyu!!"

The words fell.

Inside the arena, Tang Lingchuan immediately stood up, his face flushed, and clapped wildly.

but.
He was all alone.

The situation became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Fang Qingyu didn't care, and smiled at Tang Lingchuan, cupping his fists in greeting.

Anyway, I've already won the championship.

He didn't care whether anyone congratulated him or not.

As long as you complete the task assigned by the old man, you can get the resources you're entitled to.

Practicing martial arts is not for the sake of showing off, receiving applause, or being envied by others.

On the road to becoming stronger.

Loneliness has always been my constant companion.

Fang Qingyu had gotten used to it. The golden patterns on his body disappeared completely, and he walked back to his seat with a natural expression.

The room fell silent.

No one dared to move or speak.

Fang Qingyu, however, felt a bit hungry after several consecutive battles.

They began to devour the food on the table.

"hehe."

Until the elderly man in the front seat suddenly stood up.

She closed her eyes and chuckled softly.

The echo of the aged voice, grinding against the ground amidst the reverberating copper rings, reverberated.

"I have seen warriors who dared to hold off the enemy alone even when a sea of blood was overflowing, and I have seen death warriors who, even with their spines crushed by a strange god, still bit through the enemy's throat."

The sound of footsteps struck a chord in everyone's hearts, sending a chill down their spines.

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a bizarre sight: hundreds of people being frightened into quail-like shapes by a baby wielding a knife."

The old man let out a sneer.

His cloudy eyes swept over the hunched figures, and with each person he passed, the other person's body involuntarily trembled.

"Back then, when your masters stormed the lair of the Death Demon, their intestines spilled out, but they tied them up with straw rope and kept chopping. And now look what's happened to you?"

"A coward who gets scared out of his wits by a little kid, dares to call himself a martial artist?"

After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of bluish-purple lightning burst from his eye sockets, causing the copper rings on the coiled dragon pillar to explode in unison.

An invisible wave of energy erupted from the hunched body, shattering and scattering all the blue bricks within a ten-zhang radius. The red-named warriors were like chess pieces struck by a giant hand, their tables and tea sets flying backwards and carving furrows.

On the contrary, the martial arts apprentices were completely unharmed.

"Wait for the demons to creep over you as your knees tremble, wait for the heretics to tear down the Temple of Martial Arts while stepping on your spines."

"Are you also planning to kneel down and beg, 'Please take turns cutting me down in three waves'?"

The old man suddenly chuckled, his face, as withered as tree bark, scrunched up.

"But you can't entirely blame yourself, you dolls."

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

"Some old coffin-stuffers should pack their bags and get out of here. You're just occupying the toilet without doing anything. If I see you again next year, I'll cancel all the spots at the martial arts school!"

Having said that, the old man seemed to have lost interest and waved his hand, saying, "Xue Yun, the rest is up to you."

He then glanced at Fang Qingyu.

Hearing the whispers in his ear, Fang Qingyu quickly wiped his hands, got up, and followed.

The two walked out of the martial arts gym, one after the other.

"Damn it, after staying in there for a while, I feel like I'm going to be infected by those old coffins."

As soon as the results came out, the old man started spouting nonsense.

Fang Qingyu listened as if it were nothing new.

From those few words, it's clear that even at his age, the old man's temper remains extremely volatile.

Why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry because I used you?

After speaking, the old man looked at Fang Qingyu, who remained silent.

In fact, the actions just now against those red-named warriors were no longer an act.

The old man deliberately made Fang Qingyu do this today.

Only then can I open my mouth and say those words.

Fang Qingyu was taken aback and shook his head: "No."

He really didn't care.

Do what the other party asks, and if the other party also gives you what you want.

That's not called exploitation.

It is called "each to take what they need".

Back then, there were only two or three martial arts schools in each city at most.

"Later, when the Great Wall incident caused a big stir, hundreds of 'martial arts heroes' suddenly appeared. Well, heroes are heroes, this was originally a good thing."

"But look at what's happening now!"

"There were so many old coffins inside just now. Some of those who didn't come are eighty years old, lying in the hospital on oxygen, yet they still refuse to relinquish power."

The old man seemed to have been holding back for a long time, and today he could no longer bear it.

I just vented all my frustrations at once.

After saying that, he added another sentence.

"Including the owner of your martial arts school, who is also an old coffin."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.
To be honest, he had never actually met the owner of his own martial arts school.

Even if I get into the special training class.

However, the old man's status and strength were different, so he just listened to his complaints and that was it.

There's no need to say anything.

One of them speaks and the other listens.

Slowly, we walked out of the alley and came to the riverbank next to the ancient street.

Do you know what Lin Kang asked for for you?

After the old man finished complaining, he quietly looked at the sky on the opposite bank of the river and suddenly said something.