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Chapter 111 Professional Advancement, the True Sight of the Eight Trigrams!

Chapter 111 Professional Advancement, the True Sight of the Eight Trigrams! (1.5 words, 25 chapters)

As dusk settled, neon lights gradually illuminated the night sky.

The nightclub's signboards flashed, and intermittent music spilled out between the opening and closing of the glass doors.

"Qingzi, I'm a little nervous."

Qi Hao stared at the doorway, his eyes filled with hesitation.

"You're not dead, you're not dead. If you put on a mask, no one will recognize you."

Fang Qingyu patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Qin Hui looked at him with disdain and said, "You coward, are you done yet? Hurry up, time's almost up."

"Huhu. Huh."

Qi Hao took a deep breath and his expression hardened.

"All right!"

"You on the left, I on the right, charge!"

Seeing this, Qin Hui led the charge towards the nightclub entrance.

As soon as he went in, he started yelling at the top of his lungs.

They evaded the security personnel who reacted and rushed into the private rooms. Every time a room was opened, they threw people out of it with lightning speed.

Even the security guards couldn't stop him.

Jesus said.

Qi Hao followed suit, making strange noises to attract the attention of others.

Fang Qingyu and Qu Zhe took this opportunity to quickly walk inside.

The places where monstrous, undead-level spirits appear are even more demanding than before.

We must ensure that no ordinary people are inside.

Unless the time is really fast approaching.

If there is any other way, people can be evacuated.

Both can be carried out without consequences.

This time, the ghost appeared in a nightclub not far from the Bureau of Justice.

So Qin Hui and Qi Hao, who were on the bus, took charge of the task of evacuating the crowd.

When he heard Qin Hui and the other person say "take your positions" in his ear.

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate.

Open the force field.

In an instant, the wailing and howling outside were completely shut out.

Only the mess on the table proved that this place had just been filled with revelry every night.

"I'll go outside to keep watch."

Qu Zhe, who had worked with Fang Qingyu once, now has complete confidence in his abilities.

Come to the corridor.

One of the most annoying aspects of hunting ghosts.

It is inside the building.

There are many limitations to combat operations.

It's not that you can't break down buildings.

Anyway, within the force field, it doesn't matter if the building collapses.

The problem is that no one knows exactly how many Fate Ghosts will appear in the force field.

There's a possibility that you might think you've killed them all, but one or two are actually still hiding.

This is a key case that needs to be noted in the information.

therefore.

Besides Qin Hui and Qi Hao, who will be coming in later, some support personnel will also be coming in to help with the search.

I stood quietly in the middle of the private room and waited.

When the immediate alert and sense of crisis are simultaneously activated.

Fang Qingyu gave a reminder through the earpiece.

Then, the Dragon Sparrow Blade was drawn.

The buzzing sound of a blade slicing through the air, along with a shriek from the ceiling, exploded simultaneously inside the private room.

The chandelier crashed down in the last second.

The expanding shadow on the ceiling was reflected in his pupils.

The feet, covered in bone spurs, shattered the crystal chandelier amidst the foul wind.

The three-meter-tall, dark green giant shadow crashed to the ground.

The torso of this monstrous creature resembled a bronze vessel cast in magma, its bulging muscles covered with rhomboid scales similar to the abdominal plates of insects.

The skull had no facial features, only three crescent-shaped slits arranged in a triangular pattern, exhaling sulfurous fumes with each breath.

Four bone sickles protruding from the shoulder.

Each end was covered with dark red scabs.

Melee-type Fate Demon.
Good luck.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyu's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile.

Swah——

The ghost of fate launched the first attack.

Fang Qingyu spun around to avoid the sweeping bone sickle.

Sparks from the clash between the blade and the bone sickle illuminated the private room.

However, unexpectedly, those seemingly clumsy bone scythes could accelerate twice in mid-air in a strange way, and the vibration from the blade made the tiger's mouth feel numb.

Fang Qingyu remained completely calm.

Using the recoil to push off the wall and leap into the air, the blade exploded with crimson gold flames, and crimson gold flames appeared all around him, igniting a molten gold color in his pupils.

"Fuck-"

The burning blade precisely cut into the weak point where the four sickles intersect.

The sound of a blade tearing through scales, mixed with the smell of burning, filled the air.

The armor on the Ghost's shoulder shattered instantly.

The black fascia tissue inside was exposed, writhing, and boiling, asphalt-like substance began to gush out.

But Fang Qingyu didn't have time to give chase.

The ghost's chest suddenly contracted like an accordion, and high-frequency shrieks emanated from the three rifts at the same time.

The sound waves shattered all the bottles in the private room.

The amber-colored whiskey condensed into countless prisms in the air.

Amidst these shattered lights and shadows, the Fate Demon's fist was already crashing down in front of him.

The protruding bone spurs on the knuckles gleamed with a dark purple halo under the dim light.

"Well done!"

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu actually gave up using his knife to block the fist.

Instead, the waist and hips sag slightly.

His left hand, wreathed in golden patterns and flowing fire, also blasted forward!
boom--

The two fists collided in an instant.

Golden patterns and purple light exploded into a blinding halo between Fang Qingyu's fingers, and a burst of air rippled out in a ring shape amidst the roar, tearing apart the leather sofa along the way.

Cool! ! !
An extreme clash of forces.

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but become somewhat engrossed in it.

However, Qu Zhe's voice suddenly came through the headset.

"Same-frequency vibration detected in corridor C; the second one is currently..."

"I am coming over now."

After listening, Fang Qingyu replied softly.

He looked again at the still wary ghost in front of him.

"Sorry, you deserve to die."

The words have not yet fallen.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion, like a thousand birds chirping, erupted inside the private room.

Fang Qingyu's body was covered in golden patterns that bulged like veins of lava, and crimson gold flames condensed into a blazing sun deep within his pupils.

The lightning-infused blade thrust forward in an instant. His entire being transformed into a blur of lightning, tearing dazzling cracks through the death net woven by the four bone scythes of the Demon of Fate.

"Sizzle—click!"

The moment the blade touched the demon's chest.

The lightning on the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Blade suddenly erupted.

A five-meter-long purple electric python pierced into the chest cavity through the cracks in its scales.

Through the ghost's translucent stratum corneum, one can clearly see the dark red scabs vaporizing in the high temperature.

A sulfurous mist of blood rose up.

"Chong-"

The blade swept across, leaving a five-meter-long trail of lightning.

Blackened slash marks instantly appeared on the walls of the private room.

The demon remained frozen in place, still wielding its scythe, when suddenly spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bone scythe on its shoulder, and its dark green torso slowly shifted along a diagonal line.

The black blood waterfall gushing from the cross-section had not yet hit the ground.

It was burned to ashes by the residual current.

Fang Qingyu flicked his wrist, which was wrapped in gold patterns, and the lightning fragments that flew out when he sheathed his sword were still jumping on the tiles.

The fire streamed down the hem of the combat uniform.

The molten gold color refracted through the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

"We're here too."

As I stepped out of the room, I heard Qi Hao and Qin Hui's voices again through my earpiece.

With Qin Hui, a veteran, leading the way.

Fang Qingyu wasn't worried about their safety.

If they encountered a monstrous, cursed ghost, Qin Hui would definitely run away with Qi Hao immediately.

They moved quickly through the corridor.

Arrived at the place where Qu Zhe was fighting.

boom--

Just got to the door.

Before Fang Qingyu could even open the door, he quickly took a step back.

next second.

Two shadows overlapped and crashed through the wall into another private room.

"You beast!! Die!!!"

Fang Qingyu peeked to the side.

Qu Zhe had transformed into a blood-soaked figure, standing only about 1.7 meters tall. He rode directly atop the three-meter-tall ghost, abandoning his broadsword and relentlessly pounding the ghost's head with punch after punch.

Completely ignoring the bone knife thrusting at him from the side.

The main point is to see who dies first.

In the end, Fang Qingyu finished him off with a single strike, claiming that he didn't want to see Qu Zhe suffer such a serious injury.

Of course, the Life Bead still belongs to Qu Zhe.

Qu Zhe wasn't angry.

Just waved his hand.

"You still don't understand the Reverse Blood Scripture, watch closely!"

After saying that, Qu Zhe knelt on one knee, pressed his left hand against the chapped wound on his chest and abdomen, and hooked his right hand into the gap between the tiles with his five fingers like hooks.

Suddenly he grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

The spine snapped like a taut bowstring, making a popping sound.

As the strange syllables rolled from his throat, the blood droplets attached to his skin suddenly trembled.

Qu Zhe's temples were bulging with veins that looked like purple snakes writhing.

The blood droplets transformed into fine blood threads that rose into the air, as if thousands of crimson spider silks were pouring into his pores.

The wound that ran through his left shoulder.

Dark red flesh, like a slug that has come to life, wriggles and splices wildly between the muscle fibers.

The torn tendon twisted and reconnected.

The everted skin was smoothed out as if by an invisible iron, and even the scales of the deadly ghost embedded in the bone crevices were slowly pushed out of the body by the newly formed fleshy buds, falling to the ground with a clattering sound.

In no time, his injuries were almost completely healed.

"I'm super!?"

Just then, Qi Hao followed Qin Hui to the door of the private room.

Upon seeing this, I instinctively blurted out a curse.

"Can a martial artist cultivate both internal energy and blood techniques?"

Fang Qingyu's eyes also brightened slightly as he looked at Qu Zhe.

It has to be said that he also had some ideas.

Even if this technique isn't particularly outstanding in terms of ultimate combat power.

But just this one characteristic.

That alone is enough to make all martial artists envious.

"No, you're overthinking it."

Qu Zhe chuckled and wiped the monster's blood off his body.

Fang Qingyu heard this, though his expression showed helplessness.

But what I was really thinking was...

With a map or diagram, it might actually be possible!
Let's look at the information later.

Perhaps I'll have a chance to give it a try.

Next.

The four people were divided into two teams.

The entire nightclub was searched before reinforcements arrived.

There are only two monstrous, undead beings in total.

One for each person.

Not long after, Qu Zhe's reserve personnel came in again to deal with the body.

Fang Qingyu continued to learn from others.

For melee-type Life Demons, the most valuable items, besides the Life Bead, are their weapons, fur, and the tendons in certain special areas.

Completed learning the trade.

Qu Zhe stepped out of the force field again, looked at the crowd that had been beaten yellow, and lit a cigarette afterwards.

Fang Qingyu stood to the side.

They also looked at the map.

[Congratulations! You have successfully advanced to the position of a reserve member of the Bureau of Divine Control and have gained one skill point.]

[Official Member of the Bureau of Seminary Affairs Lv.1 (0/100)]

[Unique Skill for this Class: True Sight Lv.2 (1/200)]

Both of the ghosts were killed by Fang Qingyu.

The Bureau of Justice's professional experience is finally full, but instead of leveling up, it's advancing to a higher level.

This was somewhat unexpected.

But this also confirms the idea that the potential of this profession is far greater than this.

At the same time, True Sight Eyes also upgrades.

Fang Qingyu activated the skill and looked up at Qu Zhe's head to see the difference between the upgraded version and the previous one.

【Martial Artist】

[Skilled in self-destruct tactics, adept at using a large sword]

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