A massive rift was instantly cut open, its edges molten and glowing red!
"Not enough!"
Fang Qingyu’s eyes were burning, battle intent boiling!
"More!"
The remaining 4 Skill Points evaporated instantly!
Boom——!!!
It was as if a volcano erupted in his mind!
The entire essence, transformations, and destructive truth of "Scorching World Blade" flowed through like a torrent!
Scorching World Blade Lv.2→Lv.3!
Realm of Great Success!
"Heaven Burning!"
Fang Qingyu let out a long roar, his aura abruptly rising to its peak!
The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash was raised high above.
On the blade, the platinum sharpness and the boiling Tribulation Fire were compressed, collapsing!
It transford into a Destructive Blade Gang honed to the extre, as if concentrating all the sharpness and heat of heaven and earth into one point!
The blade fell fiercely!
Sizzle——!!!
A gigantic crescent-shaped blade gang entwined with platinum brilliance and Dark Red Tribulation Fire tore through the sky!
There was no earth-shattering explosion!
Only a quiet annihilation!
Wherever the blade gang passed, the three alloy targets arranged in a triangle ahead were like being cast into an invisible furnace!
From the point of contact, they instantly lted, vaporized!
Leaving three charred ravines, wider than half a ter, unfathomably deep, with molten red tal flowing along their edges!
At the end of the ravine, on the fortified alloy wall.
A gigantic, molten hole, still smoking at the edges, was conspicuously visible!
The entire hall’s temperature seed to rise suddenly, filled with a strong sll of tal erosion.
Fang Qingyu slowly sheathed his blade.
This power isn’t bad at all. It’s a completely different saber technique from Thunder Strike Eight Slashes.
At the stage of Great Success, it can be used in regular battles.
"Huff... huff... can’t... can’t go on anymore..."
"Jiang... Sister Jiang... have rcy..."
On the other side, accompanied by heavy panting and wailing, Old Qiao and Lv Chen collapsed completely to the ground like two puddles of mud.
The heavy gear they wore thudded onto the floor.
Sweat rapidly spread into large dark patches beneath them.
Their chests heaved violently, faces pale, seemingly having no strength left to even lift a finger.
Jiang Wei lightly jumped down from a high stool, her small face expressionless, just hugging her knees squatting beside the two, tilting her head slightly, as if assessing whether they were truly exhausted or just lazy.
Fang Qingyu walked over, carrying his sword, still emanating residual heat.
Glancing at the two on the ground in a sorry state, he chuckled lightly, casually pulling out two Martial Disciple Level Qi Blood Crystals from his tactical waist pack along with a few Life Pearls and placed them in two bags.
"Take it."
Fang Qingyu flicked his wrist, and the two bags traced arcs, landing precisely on Old Qiao and Lv Chen’s sweat-soaked chests.
"This... Qingzi..."
Old Qiao, panting heavily, looked at the valuable resources on his chest, eyes complicated.
"Take it."
Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm. He leaned down, extended his left hand, and with a gentle exertion, steadily pulled up the two limp individuals as if lifting two feathers.
"Continue."
Fang Qingyu’s voice wasn’t loud, yet carried an undeniable force.
His gaze swept over their tired yet still unwilling and eager eyes, saying no more.
Old Qiao and Lv Chen glanced at Fang Qingyu’s calm face, then down at the crystals and Life Pearls in their hands.
A warmth mixed with bitterness surged in their hearts.
They both understood.
Fang Qingyu was about to head to Shangjing.
To that "Hidden Dragon Plan" gathering the Federation’s top geniuses.
This journey, unpredictable, uncertain of when they would et again.
This sudden "devil training," these precious resources, and the simple word "continue"...
It’s how this silent person is paving the way, giving them strength, so even after he leaves, they can continue down this harsh path, going further.
"Mm!"
Old Qiao forcefully wiped the sweat and so moisture that had unknowingly welled up on his face, nodded heavily, and stuffed a Qi Blood Crystal into his mouth, chewing fiercely.
"Continue!"
Lv Chen also gritted his teeth, eyes regaining determination, holding a Qi Blood Crystal in his mouth as well.
The two dragged their still sore and heavy bodies, once again assuming the stance of Qi Blood Transport.
Sweat continued to flow.
The calls echoed once more in the training ground.
This ti, more solid and powerful.
Fang Qingyu stood aside, quietly watching.
Until the electronic clock on the training hall’s wall quietly ticked to nine in the evening.
"Let’s call it a day."
Fang Qingyu’s voice broke the hours of continuous calls and the sound of dripping sweat.
Old Qiao and Lv Chen felt as if they were granted amnesty, their taut nerves suddenly relaxed, bodies wavering, almost collapsing again, barely holding on by will.
They propped each other up, casting a grateful yet reverent glance at Jiang Wei, nodding forcefully at Fang Qingyu, then dragging leaden legs, inching towards the locker rooms and showers.
Fang Qingyu picked up his coat draped nearby, just about to call Jiang Wei to go out to eat.
"Buzz..."
The heavy alloy door of the training hall was pushed open.
A familiar figure, unnoticed, had already quietly leaned against the doorfra.
Lin Kang.
He was still wearing his sowhat faded Mysterious Black Combat Suit, standing tall like a silent rock.
No expression on his face, only those deep, tranquil eyes, piercing through the unshed heat and sweat in the training hall, calmly resting on Fang Qingyu.
Clearly, he had been waiting there for a while.
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