He paused for a mont, his tone turning grave: "This ’Creation Technology’, at present we have zero intelligence on them! They appeared inside the Force Field, targeting the Mother Nest, with ruthless thods and unclear intentions. Their background, strength, and purpose are enormous hazards."
"But!!"
Wu Yu’s voice suddenly heightened, resolute and decisive:
"Priority! Now! At this mont! Nothing is more important than destroying the ’Abyssal Weaver’, rescuing Lin Kang, and averting the disaster covering half of Qingjian City!"
"Creation Technology is a Poisonous Snake, and we must be wary, but their current activities also seem to be within the Force Field, and they are opposing the swarm. Until the core threat is eliminated, their issues are to be temporarily set aside! The intelligence departnt will imdiately initiate the highest-level investigation afterward."
"Currently, on the operational level, our target is only one, the Mother Nest!"
The conference room fell into a deathly silence.
The nacing image of the Mother Nest on the screen, Lin Kang used as an Energy source, and that endless sea of insects brought imnse pressure.
The expressions of the support team leaders were extrely grave as well.
Wu Yu glanced around the room, and his gaze finally settled on an elder at the end of the conference table, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, at ease.
The elder was dressed in an old-fashioned Training Clothes that had been washed so often it turned white, with white hair and beard, and a gaunt face. Sitting there, he seed out of place with the surrounding steel environnt, yet gave off an aura of mountain-like solidity.
He was the Martial Arts Grandmaster that Fang Qingyu had encountered in the special training class...
And the only Martial Arts Grandmaster Qingjian City could currently mobilize.
"Old Chen." Wu Yu’s voice carried respect, "Do you have any comnts?"
Chen Wenshan slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was not sharp, but rather a bit clouded. Yet when his eyes swept through the room, everyone felt an invisible weight.
Chen Wenshan’s voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power, clearly reaching everyone’s ears:
"I have no comnts, but if I must say anything, it’s to hurry up."
Then he pointed to the large red dot on the screen representing the Mother Nest’s core lair.
"If we delay, the insects will only grow in number! Lin Kang can’t hold on! The city can’t hold on either!"
"Even...I probably can’t hold on."
"There’s no perfect plan anymore. Each team, fight on your own!"
"Elite Sharp Blades, pierce straight to the core! Outer teams, find footholds, establish defense points! Don’t aim to annihilate, just hold down the horde in front of you tightly! Buy even one more second for the Sharp Blades!"
"The target is only one, to chop off the Mother insect’s head before the sea of insects completely drowns us!"
"So, it’s best to act before dawn."
As the words fell, the conference room was silent, only to be broken by more urgent action orders.
Wu Yu imdiately took charge: "Execute! Staff team, imdiately divide the blockade areas according to Old Mo’s request! Logistics, distribute equipnt at the fastest speed possible! All team captains, take command within an hour and take responsibility for your own defense area! Dismissed!"
"Yes!"
The response was crisp and neat, filled with a desperate determination.
Fang Qingyu stood up, taking one last look at the red dot on the screen like a bleeding heart, and the blurry light spot next to it marking Lin Kang’s location.
Then he turned around and left with large strides.
Jiang Wei imdiately jumped off the chair, jogging to catch up.
"Are you still practicing martial arts now?"
Watching Fang Qingyu press the floor button, there was a strange look on Jiang Wei’s small face.
Fang Qingyu looked down at her, his eyes deep, not directly explaining, but slowly said: "Yes, have to practice."
His voice was very calm, without the tension before a great battle, instead, there was a peculiar determination.
Jiang Wei tilted her little head, the confusion in her clear big eyes grew stronger, as if silently asking: Is there still ti to practice now?
Fang Qingyu’s gaze seed to penetrate the elevator’s cold tal wall, falling on a chart in the depths of his mind that others couldn’t see.
The experience bar representing the Martial Artist realm was clearly displayed.
[Profession: Martial Artist (★) Lv.1 (199/200)]
Just one more point! The final step!
In the end, before the elevator door opened, Fang Qingyu didn’t let Jiang Wei stay puzzled for long.
"I’m just about to break through."
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