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Chapter 130 The Absolute Will to Cut Off All Hesitation and Pessimism (25 Chapters in 2 Words, Requesting Monthly Tickets~)

"Report, Fang Qingyu of the Dragon Spine Camp, Third Squad, mission complete. Requesting permission to proceed to the next location for support!"

Fang Qingyu's voice, transmitted through the radio, sounded exceptionally clear and steady amidst the noisy rain, showing no trace of the fatigue from his recent life-or-death struggle.

There was a few seconds of dead silence on the other end of the radio, with only the crackling of static.

In that brief silence, Fang Qingyu had already taken the lead and walked to the edge of the position, his palm firmly placed on the invisible barrier.

With a slight thought, the barrier rippled like water, opening an exit just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A cold, windy storm, mixed with the hustle and bustle of the city and the distant sirens, rushed in instantly, diluting the thick, unyielding stench of blood and bone Buddha remains within the force field.

Are you guys alright?

Fang Qingyu turned to look at the people who had followed him out.

"Okay," Old Qiao's voice rang out behind Fang Qingyu, still a little hoarse and dry, but firm in tone.

Qin Hui stood ramrod straight, his face pale but his eyes calm and collected, and nodded silently.

The other team members also quickly adjusted their state, their eyes showing no hesitation, only focused attention as they awaited the next command.

Just then, Duan Ling's voice finally rang out over the radio. Her voice was hoarse, urgent, filled with disbelief and a slight tremor that almost broke her voice.

"Qingzi?! Is that you? You survived!!?" A violent energy collision and a sharp hiss came from the background, clearly indicating that she was also engaged in a fierce battle.

And he also knew what kind of being Fang Qingyu was facing.

"Yes, Sister Duan."

Fang Qingyu took a step out of the position, and the cold rain instantly soaked his whole body.

Their gaze swept over the flashing police lights outside, the busy logistics personnel, and the dozen or so figures lining up not far away, their faces filled with the joy of surviving a disaster as they looked at them.

Fang Qingyu spoke quickly and clearly without pausing: "I am in good condition with no casualties. Requesting the next support coordinates."

"Good! Good!!" Duan Ling's voice was even more hoarse from excitement and the pressure of the battlefield, almost shouting: "South of the city! B3 area! Abandoned logistics distribution center! The 'Viper' team has been wiped out, it's a microscopic-level large-scale Death Ghost! The signal is highest danger! Many people have already died!"

"Understood, B3 area, highest risk!" Fang Qingyu repeated to confirm, his voice firm, and then raised his hand to disconnect the communication.

"But Aoko!!!"

Duan Ling's voice suddenly rose, piercing through the static of the electricity, carrying an almost pleading yet undeniably stern tone: "Listen to me, you hear me clearly! That's not your position, you have to live, understand?! Hold on if you can, retreat if you can't! Save your lives! Come back alive! That's an order!!" She practically shouted the last few words, with the huge explosion clearly audible in the background.

Fang Qingyu's finger paused slightly on the communicator.

There was no immediate response.

Cold rain dripped down his sharply defined jawline.

His gaze passed over the chaotic perimeter, as if piercing through the heavy rain, and landed on the area in the south of the city that was shrouded in shadow.

That moment of silence seemed to contain an immense weight.

Then, Fang Qingyu calmly and clearly responded into the communicator, his voice not loud, but carrying a resolute and steady quality:

"Received. Target B3, clear high-risk targets."

He hung up the call without hesitation as soon as he finished speaking.

"drop--"

A busy tone sounds.

Fang Qingyu put away the communications team and didn't look at the line of people behind him, dressed in various styles, their faces filled with relief and complicated expressions.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the members of his squad.

Qin Hui, Lao Qiao, Qi Hao, Lü Chen
Everyone wore a solemn expression, but there was no sign of backing down in their eyes.

"B3 area, abandoned logistics distribution center, microscopic-level large-scale life-threatening monster, the 'Viper Squad' is on the verge of annihilation, highest danger." Fang Qingyu's voice, like tempered steel, resounded in the wind and rain: "Get in! Full speed ahead!"

There was no extra mobilization.

A glance, a command, is enough.

Old Joe and Lü Chen sprang up like taut springs, rushing at top speed toward the black SUV parked to the side, its engine still groaning.

The others followed closely behind, moving swiftly.

This is one of the reasons why Fang Qingyu sought out these people.

Even if their skills aren't top-notch, they can still hold their own in the most crucial moments.

The car doors slammed shut, the engine roared angrily, and the SUV shot off like a black arrow, tearing through the rain and speeding towards the south of the city.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat quiet.

The life-or-death battle they had just experienced weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, like a lead weight.

The destructive oppressive feeling brought by that bone Buddha had not yet dissipated, and now they had to rush to another, more urgent and dangerous battlefield.

Everyone was making the most of this brief time to adjust their breathing and recover their strength.

Qin Hui closed his eyes to rest, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knees. Old Qiao, on the other hand, picked up his damp cigarette again, gazing at the blurry street scene rushing past the window, his eyes deep and lost in thought.

Jiang Wei was alright; she hadn't shown any fear from beginning to end. At this moment, she had her eyes closed, her small cheeks slightly puffed out, and she was holding a life pearl in her mouth, silently absorbing its energy.

Only Qi Hao, a newcomer about the same age as Fang Qingyu, looked somewhat dazed, his eyes unfocused, as if he was still immersed in the hellish scene in the square just now, or as if he was overwhelmed by the new battlefield he was about to enter.

Fang Qingyu's keen hearing picked up on the extremely faint background noise coming from Qi Hao's earpiece, coming from a public communication channel, interspersed with intermittent reports of casualties and calls for help.

"Did you switch to another channel?" Fang Qingyu's calm voice rang out in the car.

Qi Hao seemed to be startled awake, jolting back to his senses. He looked at Fang Qingyu with some panic: "Yeah, Qingzi." His voice was hoarse, "It seems... a lot of people have died. The casualty figures for the other squads keep jumping. It seems even worse in Sector B3."

The confusion and fear in his eyes hadn't faded, like an inescapable gloom. Just then, Qin Hui, sitting next to Qi Hao, opened his eyes.

He didn't look at Qi Hao, his gaze remaining fixed on the rain rushing past the windshield, but his voice was deep and resonant, carrying a hoarseness and weight that came from years of hardship:
"Boy," Qin Hui's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Even Old Qiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, tilted his head slightly. "For martial artists, there are no those who don't die. From the day you embark on this path, your fate will accompany you for the rest of your life."

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts or perhaps recalling something.

The only sounds in the carriage were the roar of the engine and the sound of rain.

“Just now in the square, facing that Buddha bone monster,” Qin Hui continued, his voice steady yet containing an undeniable power, “were you afraid? I know you were afraid, everyone is afraid. I was afraid too, Old Qiao was afraid, Qingzi... he's not made of iron either. But fear aside, you didn't run away.”

Qin Hui turned his head slightly, and his calm, deep eyes finally landed on Qi Hao's face, his gaze so sharp it seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

"That's enough! That's fucking better than a lot of people!" Qin Hui's tone suddenly became more forceful, carrying an almost stern affirmation. "Do you know why?"

Qi Hao shook his head subconsciously, looking at Qin Hui blankly.

"Because once the spine bends, it's hard to straighten it again!" Qin Hui's voice was resolute, striking everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"On the battlefield, if you take a step back, exposing your back to death and fear, you're finished. Once your spirit is broken, even the best skills are mostly wasted! What's even more terrifying is that if you retreat once, the next time you encounter even greater danger, that thought of 'running' will grow wildly in your mind like a poisonous weed! It will tell you, 'You survived last time you ran away, so you can do it again this time.'"

Qin Hui's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at Qi Hao: "And then what? You ran away, what about your teammates? What about the ordinary people who were waiting for you to hold off the monsters? Who will maintain the force field? Who will plug the gap?"

"Today in the square," Qin Hui's voice softened, tinged with approval, "you didn't run away. You withstood that terrifying pressure and held out with us until the very end. That proves you're tough at heart! You'd better hold onto that pride! Take it to Section B3!"

"Once we get there, listen to Qingzi. Stand up when you need to, kill when you need to! Just like before, don't mess things up, understand?!"

Qin Hui's words were like a red-hot branding iron, leaving a deep imprint on Qi Hao's heart.

Qi Hao refocused his gaze, straightened his chest, met Qin Hui's gaze, and nodded heavily. Although his voice was still a little hoarse, it was exceptionally clear and powerful.

"Understood, Brother Qin!"

Fang Qingyu sat in the passenger seat, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly upwards, as if he wanted to laugh.
the other side.

Abandoned logistics distribution center in the south of the city.

Before the invisible barrier that had been slightly breached.

A silent queue had formed!

A reserve team, probably arriving earlier, numbering about ten people, stood like statues in the pouring rain.

Rainwater trickled down their helmets and combat uniforms, forming small streams.

There was no noise, no crying, only a suffocating silence.

Everyone's face was ashen, like the concrete floor beneath their feet. Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with immense grief, but even more so with a resolute determination that had been tempered by despair and was almost solidified.

They were not waiting for instructions, nor were they hesitating.

They are lining up to die!

A sturdy team member standing at the front of the line took a deep breath, the action of inhaling as if he had used up all his strength.

He took one last look at the flashing police lights and busy logistics personnel outside the force field. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including reluctance and fear, but in the end, they all turned into a still, stagnant calm.

He didn't turn around, didn't leave any words, but just took a big step in!
His body was like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly merging into the violently fluctuating force field barrier and disappearing.

Within the force field, the dull, thunderous impact suddenly became even more violent!
Immediately afterwards, a short, piercing scream that sent chills down one's spine pierced through the small opening and came out with crystal clarity!
But it lasted for less than half a second before being completely swallowed up by an even louder, terrifying thud, as if something had been utterly smashed!
The sound disappeared.

On the force field barrier, the ripples representing the energy conflict undulated violently for a moment, then returned to a state of near collapse.

The second-ranked player was a young-looking team member. When he heard the scream, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his face turned ashen.

But he bit his lower lip so hard that it bled, his eyes fixed on the barrier.

The very next second after the first team member disappeared, almost stepping into the echo of that muffled thud, he too stepped in!
Then the third one
The fourth one.
They went in not to overcome the unknown terrors within.

That's absolutely impossible!!
Unless one comes to communicate with Xuanwu.
They went in simply to use their own lives to attract the monster's attention, even for a moment!
With their own flesh and blood, they bought that insignificant, yet potentially decisive, few seconds of breathing room for this crumbling force field barrier!
Outside the force field, the squad leader in charge of temporary command, a man with a scarred face and eyes like a wounded lone wolf, was speaking into the communicator. His voice, distorted and torn by extreme grief and rage, screamed: "Hold on! Listen up, you guys inside! Hold on for me!! Reinforcements are outside! Almost there! Don't give up!! Repeat!! Don't fucking give up—!!"

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on his brothers as they silently stepped into the position that was like the entrance to hell. His eyes were filled with a despair that could drown a person and endless tears of blood.
at this time
With a roar of an engine, the black SUV, like a wild beast breaking free, carved a trail through the muddy, waterlogged road before screeching to a stop outside the rusty gate of the Feiqi Logistics Distribution Center in the south of the city.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the car door and got out, and the icy rain instantly poured over his head and body.

His gaze swept across the edge of the force field.

The sight before them caused Qin Hui and Lao Qiao, who had just gone through a fierce battle and whose will was as strong as iron, to suddenly shrink in the pupils, and a heavy chill silently gripped their hearts!

"Hold"

Qin Hui squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, his voice low and muffled like thunder.

His back remained straight, but his fists, hanging at his sides, were clenched tightly, and his knuckles made a cracking sound from the immense force.

Old Qiao stood next to Qin Hui, rain streaming down his deeply lined face. The cigarette that was dangling from his mouth, already soaked, had been snapped in two with his teeth, the bitter taste of the tobacco mixed with the rainwater filling his mouth.

He stared intently at the silent, dying procession, his lips trembling, but ultimately said nothing.

The scene before my eyes struck my soul more directly than the roar of any monster, and instilled in me a chilling despair that seeped into my very bones.

Fang Qingyu stood at the front of the line, silently watching the queue of people waiting to die, watching the desperate roar of the scarred temporary captain, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

There was only a frozen expanse of ice, beneath which lay lava about to erupt.

Without uttering a word, he simply gripped the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Slayer Blade at his waist with unwavering determination.
"Prepare to enter."

Fang Qingyu's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a blade tempered with ice, clearly cleaving through the rain and reaching the ears of everyone around him.

It carries an absolute will that cuts through all hesitation and pessimism.

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