Night.
Fang Qingyu stood in the audience section of the combat hall.
He naturally scanned the surroundings with his gaze.
The effects brought about by the Attribute Points were still powerful.
This ti, Fang Qingyu increased his weakest Speed.
The strength of his lower limbs was enhanced once again.
At the sa ti, the sore spots applied with dicine during the day were relieved once more, recovering at least eighty percent, and would recover further with a night’s sleep.
Tomorrow, he could continue training with both pain and joy.
However, Fang Qingyu couldn’t quite figure out sothing today after training ended...
Although Qin Jiao’s attitude today wasn’t particularly enthusiastic.
He still personally taught him.
He even called over Zhao Feng...
And tomorrow, Lin Jiao would personally instruct him as well.
It felt a bit... overwhelming.
So far.
In the Martial Arts Hall, Fang Qingyu had not encountered anyone who was sarcastic, arrogant, or teaching only based on connections...
Both Qin Jiao, Zheng Jiao, and Zhao Feng treated him well.
The harmony was almost uncharacteristic of a place where fists do the talking.
It seed more like...
A greenhouse for nurturing Martial Artists?
But maybe Fang Qingyu was just overthinking it; perhaps the atmosphere at the Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall was simply good.
"Get him!! Damn it, kill him!!!"
The commotion from the audience snapped Fang Qingyu back to reality.
On the ring.
A brawny man nearly two ters tall nad Zhang ng was swinging an arm like granite.
His nickna was "Iron Hamr"; the bulging muscles flexed with each breath, while three gold belt tattoos on his left shoulder glistened darkly under the spotlight.
Opposite him, Chen Xiao, wearing a black mask, looked like a thin leaf trembling in the wind of fists.
"The thirteenth heavy punch!"
The comntator shouted hoarsely.
"Chen Xiao’s dodging space has been compressed to the corner, Zhang ng is about to end the match..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiao suddenly crouched down.
Zhang ng’s swinging punch grazed past his ear, lifting his mask with the gust of wind.
The audience erupted into a wave of gasps, revealing a face covered in scars; a knife wound from the brow ridge to the corner of the mouth grinned like a centipede.
Chen Xiao’s damaged mouthguard was seeping blood, but his narrow eyes glared chillingly bright.
As Zhang ng leaned forward due to the missed punch, Chen Xiao’s right leg shot up like a poisonous snake, tracing a bizarre arc from below.
"Bang!!"
The dull thud of shin eting chin echoed through the sound system.
Zhang ng’s two-hundred-pound body crashed to the ground.
A nearby referee imdiately rushed over to start the countdown.
"Ten! Nine!... One!"
When the referee raised Chen Xiao’s wrist, the entire combat hall erupted like a barrel of lit gunpowder.
Mineral water bottles and cash rained down onto the ring, and several brawny n frantically tore their betting slips.
Fang Qingyu’s temple pulsed sharply.
He could feel the auditorium now...
Unusually agitated!!
Indeed.
The next second, the [Guard] skill icon started flashing rapidly.
Fang Qingyu also imdiately sprang into action.
Transforming three steps into one, he leaped directly down the stairs.
As the first tattooed man was about to jump over the railing, Fang Qingyu swiftly appeared behind him like a specter.
"Please sit down."
His right hand clasped the man’s shoulder, Fang Qingyu’s voice whispered in his ear.
The tattooed man, upon being touched, imdiately dropped back into his seat like a boneless fish.
His once angry expression turned to pain.
"Alright, alright, let go, let go!!"
One down...
And then the second one.
Fang Qingyu, as if he had eyes on his back, turned and continued running upwards.
A bald man with ordinary clothing, who was completely red-eyed, was about to stand up.
But he still wasn’t as fast as Fang Qingyu.
His left shoulder was tightly gripped by Fang Qingyu.
But when pressed back into his seat, the bald man did not wail like the tattooed man.
Instead, he suddenly pulled out a black cloth-wrapped left hand, reaching for Fang Qingyu.
A cold gleam appeared from within the black cloth, a jagged short knife tore through the air, aiming straight for the throat!
The skin tingled with needle-like warning.
Ragged breaths paused at this mont...
In the next instant.
The watch’s pointers appeared frozen.
The entire world turned into viscous amber, he could see the fine beads of sweat on the man’s eyelashes, the madness in his bloodshot eyes...
Fang Qingyu calmly extended his hand and grasped the man’s wrist, then sharply twisted upward...
Crack!!
"Ah—"
Before the sound of breaking bones could be heard, the bald man’s scream resounded across the arena.
The originally frenzied audience was subdued by this scream.
Everyone unanimously turned their heads.
Blood spurted onto the seats, and the bald man writhed frantically between seats, trying to alleviate his pain.
"Everyone, please maintain order! Sit still and don’t move!!"
Fortunately, Lv Chen’s voice ca through the loudspeaker.
Soon, other security guards rushed over, quickly controlling the bald man.
"Are you alright?"
The colleagues looked at Fang Qingyu.
"I’m fine, he’s the one in trouble."
Fang Qingyu calmly shook his head, pointing to the floor beside him.
The people turned to see, discovering a pool of blood on the floor, a severed hand laying quietly in a puddle of blood, accompanied by a knife.
Just as he had grabbed the man’s wrist...
The knife hilt fell mid-air, caught between the curved back of the hand and the wrist.
And at that mont... he exerted a bit too much force.
"Take him down first."
The group quickly bandaged the bald man’s wound, picked up the severed hand off the floor, and swiftly carried him away.
In the security room.
"Have so water."
Lv Chen stood aside, handing over a cup of water.
"Thank you."
Fang Qingyu took the cup.
Seeing him unfazed, Lv Chen felt a bit strange.
"Aren’t you scared?"
This isn’t just a fight with so bleeding, there was a human limb involved; normally, eting such a situation for the first ti, anyone would panic a bit.
"Uh... not really."
Fang Qingyu also pondered this question.
In terms of bloodiness, today was much more severe than the alleyway.
And it was also his first encounter with ard combat.
Yet, his heart remained calm...
Not a trace of fear of blades.
It felt as if, even with a knife, the opponent posed no threat to him.
No panic at all.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to enter the Dragon Sting Breath state.
"Certainly, heroes erge when young."
Lv Chen couldn’t help but marvel, seeing Fang Qingyu wasn’t lying.
"This ti he brought a knife due to soone’s negligence; I’ll investigate and give you an explanation."
"And you were acting in self-defense, so you don’t bear any responsibility."
Lv Chen walked over and patted Fang Qingyu’s shoulder.
After listening, Fang Qingyu fully relaxed, as long as there was no excessive defense.
"I’ll handle the rest, do you want a few days of paid leave?"
"Uh..."
Fang Qingyu was initially quite grateful, but his head imdiately snapped up upon hearing this.
"No need, I’m good, I’m not injured, no need for a break."
Taking a break is impossible.
Actually, even without entering the Dragon Sting Breath, he could have easily subdued the opponent.
After all, the opponent was just an ordinary person.
One punch from him...
Their insomnia could instantly be resolved.
"Haha, alright then, if you want to work, I can’t stop you. Your salary will be doubled this month, included in tonight’s bonus."
Lv Chen laughed as Fang Qingyu earnestly wanted to work.
"Then, thank you, Brother Chen."
Fang Qingyu finally stood up satisfied, leaving the combat hall.
Soon, only Lv Chen was left in the office.
He opened the surveillance video of Fang Qingyu subduing the bald man from earlier.
Frowning, he watched for quite a while...
Then he opened the previous alleyway surveillance video sent by Brother Qiao.
Continuously scanning between the two videos.
Finally, he picked up his phone.
"Brother Qiao, you were right..."
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