He stared at Ying Yufan, the icy curve at the corner of his mouth stretching wider, finally turning into a low laugh that seed capable of freezing the air.
"Heh..."
This laughter was filled with undisguised ridicule and a nearly tangible murderous intent ready to erupt! What martial arts competition reward? This was clearly opportunistic looting! At a ti when Qingjian City was on the brink of collapse, these "big shots" from Shangjing weren’t thinking about offering aid, but were coveting the Divine Armant he had risked his life to obtain! And they put on a disgusting façade of "for your own good" and "fair trade"!
Fang Qingyu couldn’t even be bothered to waste another word with these two idiots.
He suddenly squatted down, moving so fast that only a shadow was left behind.
He reached out and gently patted Jiang Wei’s small head as she held onto a bag of chips. The coldness on his face lted instantly, and his voice beca so gentle it was as if he were a different person: "Xiaojiang, go wait for on that bench over there, keep your distance, and don’t dirty your clothes."
Jiang Wei glanced at the two n with a pitiful look, then nodded, clutching her beloved bag of chips. With her short legs, she "dadada" ran over to a bench a dozen ters away and sat down, her big eyes unblinkingly watching the scene.
And just as Jiang Wei ran off!
Fang Qingyu’s gaze suddenly beca as sharp as a knife! With his right hand, he drew out a force field and threw it to the ground.
Buzz——!
An invisible, almost imperceptible transparent force field ripple, like ripples caused by a stone thrown into a lake, spread rapidly from him as the center!
So fast it instantly enveloped the unsuspecting Ying Yufan and Leng Hui! Along with several mbers who just walked out from the main entrance of the Divine Authority Bureau Building, looking exhausted and ready to switch shifts or go ho!
Those mbers only felt the scenery in front of them seem to twist, their bodies passing through a thick water mbrane. Before they could react to what happened, they were wrapped in a gentle but irresistible force.
And at the center of the force field was Fang Qingyu and Ying, Leng!
Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s faces changed slightly the mont the force field ford! They didn’t expect Fang Qingyu to dare activate the force field in public.
"You..." Ying Yufan, shocked and angry, was about to reprimand.
Boom——!
At the very mont the force field ford, Fang Qingyu erupted with overwhelming Black Fla!
Violent, ferocious, the black fla that seed capable of burning the soul soared into the sky, instantly transforming him into a Demon God from Hell! The Black Fla distorted the light, exuding suffocatingly terrifying high temperatures and a destructive aura!
In Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s vision, they only saw the mont of the Black Fla’s eruption, and Fang Qingyu’s figure completely disappeared!
Fast! Beyond the limit of their nervous system reaction fast!
The next instant!
Two hands entwined with destructive Black Fla, fingertips emitting minute golden streaks, appeared without warning and precisely clutched their throats like ghostly claws tearing through space!
Cold! Hard! The touch carrying the breath of death instantly ca from their necks!
The terrifying force and the burning and corrosive sensation from the Black Fla made Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s hairs stand on end, their pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints! Their proud reflexes and defenses, in the face of absolute speed and power, were like paper tissue!
Fang Qingyu’s figure solidified in front of the two, his eyes swirling with Black Fla like two burning black suns, coldly looking down at their asphyxiated, frightened, and twisted faces.
"Challenge ?" Fang Qingyu’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it ca from the Nine Netherworld, each word carrying a bone-chilling coldness and a will of destruction, clearly reaching the ears of Ying, Leng, and the few gape-mouthed Divine Managent Bureau mbers at the edge of the force field, "Fine."
He tilted his head slightly, a cruel curve appearing on his Black-Fla-covered lips:
"But... people might die!!!"
Before the words fell!
Fang Qingyu’s arms bulged with muscle, erupting with terrifying force! He gave them no chance to struggle or speak, holding their necks, swinging them like two heavy bags of garbage, fiercely smashing them against the rock-hard ground!
Boom! Boom——!!!
Two teeth-gritting, extrely dull loud noises erupted almost simultaneously! The ground trembled violently!
With Fang Qingyu at the center, web-like cracks spread instantly! At the impact site, the hard ground seed like it was hit by a teor, forming two clear human-shaped depressions! The stones and dust were bound by the invisible force field, unable to escape, frantically churning in the small space!
"Ugh——!"
"Puff——!"
Ying Yufan and Leng Hui, like flattened frogs, were embedded firmly in the ground’s depression, their internal organs seeming displaced, their bones groaning under the unbearable weight.
The unbearable pain and suffocation darkened their vision, a aninglessly painful sound coming from their throats.
Ying Yufan’s handso face was distorted and deford, covered in dirt and blood. Leng Hui’s sinister eyes were left only with boundless fear and pain. The luxurious clothing on them was charred and ragged from the Black Fla, making them utterly miserable.
Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up, looking down at the two almost unconscious figures, twitching in pain in the pit.
The Black Fla on his body slowly receded as if alive, but those cold eyes still held no warmth.
He lifted his head, looking at the few Divine Managent Bureau mbers at the force field’s edge, completely stone-faced, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.
"Sorry, so trash ca knocking," he smiled apologetically at them.
Then he took out so paper and a pen for recording materials from his pocket, quickly writing sothing on them.
After finishing, he casually crushed the two sheets of paper into a ball and stuffed them into the mouths of the two n,
then stood up.
Without giving the two useless figures in the pit another glance, he waved his hand.
Buzz——!
The invisible force field covering the surroundings vanished instantly.
He took Jiang Wei’s small hand, his voice returning to its usual calmness: "Let’s go, Xiaojiang, let’s go ho."
The two figures, one big and one small, picked up those two custom boxes, peacefully walking away on the devastated ground behind them, past the human shadows embedded in the pit, alive or dead unknown, and the completely dumbstruck Divine Managent Bureau mbers’ gaze, as if rely disposing of two bags of unsightly garbage.
The two pieces of paper stuffed in Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s mouths bore the sa few short lines, written with Fang Qingyu’s strong penmanship:
Sender Note
Goods Na: Two pieces of trash
Dispatch Location: Garbage Pile at the Qingjian Divine Managent Bureau Entrance
Sender: Fang Qingyu
Remark: Checked, extrely poor quality, recomnd incineration at the landfill.
Recipient: All Martial Arts Halls in Shangjing
Date: Federation Calendar July 21, 2082
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