Her pink lips slightly parted, and she rolled her eyes silently, then mumbled in a low voice with a hint of disdain:
"You’ve already decided, so why are you asking ?"
Fang Qingyu was slightly stunned, then couldn’t help but let a very faint smile curve his lips upward.
This little girl sees right through him.
When faced with such a situation, there was no reason for him not to go.
Without saying another word, he quickly took out his tactical tablet and typed swiftly into the Third Squad’s internal communication group:
Fang Qingyu: @Qin Hui @Old Qiao @Qi Hao @Lv Chen, Songdu, are you going or not?
Less than three seconds.
Bzz bzz bzz bzz!
Four replies almost popped up simultaneously!
Qin Hui: Yes! Let’s get them!
Qi Hao: Count in! Didn’t get enough of killing Qingjian’s bugs!
Old Qiao: 1, it’s my turn to break through as a martial artist this ti.
Lv Chen: I’m in.
Seeing the screen fill up instantly with the word "go," Fang Qingyu felt assured.
He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over the still heatedly discussing crowd, without hesitation, and raised his arm steadily and powerfully.
His calm voice clearly rose above the surrounding noise:
"Report! Fang Qingyu of the Dragon Spine Camp Third Squad, with all reservist mbers, applies to go to Songdu for support!"
"Report! Sharp Blade Second Team Deputy Leader, with two team mbers, signing up!" "Logistics Combat Support Squad Leader Liu Wu, First Realm Tier Three, applying to go!" "dical Departnt Special Readiness Group, Zhao Qing!" ...
Fang Qingyu’s first stand was like a stone thrown into a still lake, imdiately stirring up ripples!
Several elite team leaders and veteran mbers who were still hesitating or concerned about combat power stood up one after another!
Wu Yu initially looked quite gratified.
After all, being able to unite against the Life Ghosts showed that everyone was very cohesive; it was a kind of progress standing on human civilization.
But as more and more people raised their hands...
Wu Yu’s face darkened again.
"Stop, stop, stop!!!"
"Just those few teams from earlier, the rest are dismissed, that’s about enough, damn it, a bunch of fools, are you abandoning your ho?"
The consecutive sign-ups forced Wu Yu’s true nature out.
The people present burst into laughter.
However, in the end, a dozen teams were still sent to Songdu City for support.
For Qingjian City, which had just suffered a severe blow,
this was actually the limit.
Fang Qingyu quickly headed back to the 28th floor office area with Jiang Wei.
After a month’s period, Lin Kang had almost fully recovered and regained control of the Third Squad’s authority.
Dressed in black combat gear, standing tall and straight, he watched Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walk in.
"Team Lin."
Fang Qingyu’s voice was concise and calm.
"Leaving?"
Lin Kang looked at the two of them without any surprise.
Fang Qingyu nodded: "Yes, departing in an hour."
Jiang Wei stood quietly by Fang Qingyu’s side, sucking on a lollipop, nodding.
Lin Kang’s gaze, like cold steel polished over many years, paused on Fang Qingyu’s face for two seconds, as if trying to etch his current expression into the depths of mory.
Didn’t say "be careful," "take care," those empty words.
Those are nonsense and a sign of weakness for martial artists who have crawled out from piles of the dead.
Just incredibly slowly but steadily raising that large, stiff hand wrapped in white bandages.
The heavy palm, blazing hot and emitting irresistible power, heavily slaps down on Fang Qingyu’s tense shoulder!
The movent was modest.
"Co back early."
"I will."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
...
The icy gale mixed with tiny ice pellets, like countless small knives, scraped against the thick hull of the massive dark green military transport aircraft.
The cabin was filled with the cold scent of fuel, sweat, and tal.
The roaring noise of the gigantic engines echoed like thunder within the narrow tal space, vibrating and oppressing everyone’s eardrums and nerves.
Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Qin Hui, Old Qiao, Qi Hao, and Lv Chen, along with the Qingjian Branch, boarded the plane one after another, totaling more than ten elite support team mbers above Tier Three of the First Realm, sitting on small but sturdy alloy folding chairs with their backs against the cold tal cabin walls on both sides.
Everyone was fully ard, with heavy combat backpacks resting on their feet or legs, weapons placed across their knees, silently organizing their gear or closing their eyes for a brief rest, adjusting their state.
"Tsk..." A rough voice broke the silence.
It was a big man with a full beard from the "Blood Blade Squad," who wiped his beard, soaked by the cold, and loudly asked, "Say, guys, this ti the hullabaloo in Songdu’s pit is making such a racket it’s said it’s almost tearing the sky apart! Are the eyes of those ’big figures’ at Federation Headquarters blind? Can’t they just send a Tier Two Second Realm, or even Third Realm, behemoth over? A single slap to turn that damned place, along with the worms beneath it, to dust would make things peaceful, wouldn’t it?"
This question was like a spark falling into a haystack.
"Tch..." An undisguised snort ca from next to him, from a burly man with a buzz cut and a scar at the eyebrow from "Rock Squad," "Sounds easy! Once the big shot finishes slapping, we’ll be left drinking the northwest wind? I’m still counting on this trip to earn enough rit to reach the threshold of Martial Arts Grandmaster!" He paused, lowered his voice with a hint of inquiry, "However, I’ve heard that last month the Federation did send soone over, of reportedly high rank?"
A tall, thin guy next to him imdiately chid in, speaking in a mystique-laden tone, "Exactly! I heard too! They sent a Tier Two Second Realm Myriad Phenona Realm Martial Arts Grandmaster! The renowned ’Mountain Splitter’ Chen Tiejun himself!"
"Grandmaster?!" Soone exclaid in surprise, "Even he couldn’t handle it?"
"To no avail!" The skinny person slapped his thigh with a tone of so trepidation and disbelief, "When Grandmaster arrived, he imdiately realized sothing was wrong! The bottom of that pit turned out to be an endless abyss! That Molting Level creature was cunning as a demon, hiding in the deepest part! Sure, Grandmaster can fight, but that lair is a labyrinth, winding and maddeningly complex! That damned thing can dig tunnels too! Just as Grandmaster collapses a path to trap it, it quickly burrows another passage, even deeper, more secluded!"
He took a breath, looked at the puzzled faces around him, and continued:
"Even more fatal is that the creature can command countless small Life Ghosts! They surge out like a tide! Grandmaster can quickly kill a batch, but with such numbers, it’s simply kill without end! Human life can pile up to bury you, exhaust you! Human strength is ultimately finite!"
A voice in the corner chid in, boorish in tone with so streetwise bluntness, "It’s not just that! That Molting Level bastard is smart as hell! As soon as Grandmaster’s aura approaches, it retracts completely into hiding! It can even manipulate the entire lair to release various disturbance force fields, and even toxic gas! No matter how strong the Grandmaster is, his senses are disturbed. In the depths of that maze, who knows how many traps it has set? That damned place is a perilous ground, a death trap for Grandmaster!"
The buzz-cut man picked up the thread of conversation, tinged with a bit of realistic calculation, "Actually, even if Federation Headquarters goes all out and grits its teeth to send a Tier Two Third Realm ’Formless Realm’ big shot over, then what? That pit’s bottomless, full of Life Ghosts like a sea of sand! No matter how heavenly the big shot’s skills are, they have to kill one blade, one sword, one punch, one kick at a ti, right? Kill till weary and it still won’t be clean! Exhausting work until..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, slapped his knee heavily, and exposed the thought that everyone tacitly agreed on:
"This dirty and tough work, this lair clean-up, the boon of rit points, doesn’t it fall on us, the specialized Executioners of Fate Ghosts?"
"Hahaha, well said!" A round of hoarse laughter erupted around. "Yes! Eating at and drinking soup still depends on the skills in our own hands!" "Grandmaster can’t kill it? That’s great! Left behind for us to earn more rit Points!"
The oppressive atmosphere was dissolved considerably by this reckless, death-defying spirit, mixed with the unique pragmatic calculation of warriors wandering on the edge of life and death.
The cold fear quietly receded, replaced by a hotter, more direct sense of combat readiness and opportunity.
That bottomless, perilous pit seed to have truly turned into a gigantic hunting ground full of challenges and rich rewards in their eyes.
This was the norm.
Not everyone ca with a purely patriotic, selfless ideology for national defense.
In this world where power is revered.
Who doesn’t yearn to advance further in Martial Arts?
Who doesn’t long for strength?
Fang Qingyu sat in a forward corner, listening to the discussions behind him, expressionless.
Turning his head, outside the porthole was the ocean of clouds sliding by rapidly.
A figure in a dark gray trench coat, wearing white gloves, flickered in his mind from the dark lower cabin of the Radiant.
Is that Molting Level Life Ghost a bait placed by Creation Technology?
Or are they trying to hatch sothing even bigger, more terrifying?
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