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Chapter 136 Lightning Strike Breaks Limits! Trash Duo! (Chapter 35 of 2 words, please vote!)

"What's enough?"

A dark figure walked over from the side. Qi Hao had been working non-stop for two days, and his skin was so dark that the whites of his eyes stood out abnormally.
Fang Qingyu's lips twitched as he looked at the kid; he almost thought this kid had traveled from Africa.

"I said we've earned enough merits, let's go, let's call it a day!"

After saying that, he gestured for people to get in the car.

Back at the SOCSO building, the hustle and bustle of the 28th-floor lounge area was replaced by a highly efficient busyness.

Fang Qingyu did not linger.

He sent Jiang Wei back to the lounge area first, while he went to the underground training ground.

Take out the standard longsword, take a deep breath, and clear your mind of distractions.

In his mind, the diagram unfolded, and the skill point column clearly showed: 16.

"Upgrade 'Eight Slashes of Thunder'!" The command was issued without hesitation.

[Would you like to consume 15 skill points to upgrade the skill Thunder Strike Eight Slashes?]

"Yes!"

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate.

Om-!
A torrent of insights far greater and purer than any previous advancement instantly surged into Fang Qingyu's mind and body!
It was as if countless phantoms wielding the Dragon Sparrow Slash were frantically practicing deep within his consciousness. Every slash, every thrust, every flash of lightning contained the profound meaning of this sword technique reaching its perfect harmony.

All the details of past training and the experience accumulated in battle.

Even the vague understanding of the essence of thunder was connected, fused, and sublimated at this moment!
The body's Qi and blood surged and boiled, and under the guidance of Musashi's Spiritual Pivot, like the most precise instrument, it perfectly absorbed and transformed this power, imprinting it into every inch of muscle and bone, and integrating it into the instinct of nerve reflexes.

Time seemed to stand still, yet it also seemed to fly by.

When Fang Qingyu opened his eyes again, a tiny spark of electricity seemed to flash deep within them. His demeanor became more reserved, yet it subtly revealed a perfect, unyielding sharpness.

He felt an unprecedented and close connection between himself and the Dragon Sparrow Blade in his hand. The blade seemed to be an extension of his arm, and wherever his mind went, the blade would arrive.

Congratulations! Your advanced skill "Thunder Strike Eight Slashes" has reached Lv.5 (max)!

However, just as this sense of perfection was firmly established!

Fang Qingyu had only glanced at the diagram.

The talent [Musashi Spiritual Pivot] suddenly started operating on its own!
An invisible force, originating from the deeper source of life, was stirred, like a dormant volcano awakening, beginning to challenge the seemingly perfect state that had already reached its peak!
boom!
Fang Qingyu was jolted, as if a thunderclap had resounded deep within his soul!
The "Eight Slashes of Lightning" technique, which had been perfectly perfected and seemed to have reached its end, began to decompose and recombine again under the impetus of Musashi's spiritual core, transforming into something more profound, more domineering, and closer to the origin of lightning!
Beyond perfection, there is always something higher!
The perfect barrier of Lv.5 was forcibly breached by the heaven-defying talent of [Musashi Spiritual Pivot]!
New fragments of insight flooded my mind like a thunderbolt; though blurry, they contained unimaginable power and potential.

[Host's talent "Musashi Spiritual Pivot" detected; forcibly breaking through the theoretical limit of the skill!]

The skill "Eight Slashes of Thunder" has reached its maximum level of Lv.5 (Perfect)! The current maximum level is 6 (Limit Break)

[Current progress: 0/1600]

The original "Max" written in parentheses was forcibly erased, and the previous experience progress bar was filled in again.

This is the Musashi Spiritual Pivot!

Finally, outside of martial arts talent, the true effect of this talent was revealed for the first time!
In this case.

A realm beyond the perfection of Great Sun-level martial arts.

How terrifying would that be!
This is currently unknown.

But now that it has reached perfection, the increase in strength is real!
"call"

Fang Qingyu exhaled a long breath, his breath like an arrow, crackling with tiny arcs of electricity in the air.

Looking down at his palm, he felt the surge within his body, a power that resonated even more with the Thunder Blade Intent and was brimming with limitless potential. His eyes flashed with an irrepressible excitement.

It was worth it! Two days of fierce fighting to the death resulted in this crucial breakthrough—it was totally worth it!

But it didn't take long.

Fang Qingyu then composed himself and suppressed his excitement.

While improving strength is important, the crisis in Qingjian City has not yet been resolved. The massive force field covering half of the city in the west still hangs over our heads like the Sword of Damocles.

……

The next morning.

The announcement that the duty was over rang out within the Bureau of Sanctuary, signaling the temporary end of today's intensive cleaning operation.

Fang Qingyu rubbed his slightly sore temples.

Although the energy from the breakthrough put him in a good state, the mental tension from the continuous battles still needed to be relieved.

"Xiao Jiang, let's go home."

He called out to Jiang Wei, who was intently studying a bag of new flavored potato chips.

The little girl immediately hugged the potato chips to her chest, jumped off the sofa, and followed closely behind him.

The two walked out of the main entrance of the Sanctuary Building.

The cool morning air carried the unique freshness of the rain, slightly dispelling the lingering smell of the past few days.

The entrance to the Bureau of Justice was still bustling with people. Staff members with hurried expressions, vehicles transporting supplies, and team members who had just been relieved of their duties, bearing fatigue and wounds, formed a daily scene under wartime conditions.

Fang Qingyu was about to leave with Jiang Wei.

Two figures, as if they had been waiting for a long time, silently blocked his way.

These two individuals, though possessing vastly different temperaments, both exuded a composure that seemed completely out of place in the tense atmosphere of Qingjian City at the moment; in fact, it could be described as leisurely.

The man on the left is tall and handsome, with a perfectly timed smile on his lips. He is dressed in well-tailored dark casual wear and looks more like a young master from a wealthy family than a martial artist.

His gaze was calm, yet carried a sense of scrutiny and inquiry.

The person on the right, however, appeared much more sinister.

He was thin, wearing an inconspicuous gray jacket, with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered, and his eyes like those of a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, cold and sharp, carrying undisguised scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible hostility.

Fang Qingyu stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

He didn't recognize the two people, but the faint yet powerful fluctuations of their qi and blood, which they deliberately concealed, along with the aura that locked onto him, indicated that they were no ordinary passersby.

“Fang Qingyu, Mr. Fang?” The handsome young man on the left spoke first, his voice gentle and polite, with a proper smile on his face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ying Yufan, and this is Leng Hui. We are from Beijing.”

Fang Qingyu looked at them expressionlessly, without responding.

Jiang Wei seemed to sense that something was wrong, so she stopped eating potato chips and looked at the two strangers curiously while holding the bag.

Ying Yufan remained unfazed by Fang Qingyu's coldness, his smile unchanged, and continued, "Mr. Fang, you are so young yet possess the strength to fight beyond your level, which is truly admirable. I wonder if Mr. Fang would be interested in joining my Tian Shu Martial Arts Academy? The platform and resources in the capital are far superior to those in Qingjian. With Mr. Fang's talent, given time, your future is limitless." His words were full of allure, as if he were genuinely recruiting talent.

Fang Qingyu's eyes remained expressionless as he uttered two words: "No time."

The refusal was swift and decisive, without any hesitation or ambiguity.

Ying Yufan's smile faltered slightly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible chill crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his gentle demeanor. Beside him, Leng Hui let out a very soft, cold snort, his gaze growing even more sinister.

"Hehe, Mr. Fang is a man of few words." Ying Yufan chuckled, seemingly unsurprised. "Since Mr. Fang's ambitions lie elsewhere, then we won't beat around the bush."

His voice remained gentle, but the temperature in his words suddenly dropped: "We've come here to seek guidance from Mr. Fang. We've heard that during your martial arts apprenticeship, you won a divine weapon from various martial arts schools in the capital?" He finally revealed his true intentions!
Fang Qingyu's eyes turned completely cold, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Who told you that was a prize from a martial arts tournament?!"

However, Ying Yufan acted as if he hadn't heard, his smile completely vanishing, replaced by a condescending scrutiny and a sense of entitlement: "The Divine Armament is a crucial weapon of the Federation. The fact that Mr. Fang was able to win it was because those martial arts apprentices were not skilled enough. But such a treasure, placed in Qingjian, in the hands of a... well... martial artist who has not yet fully matured, is a waste of its brilliance and easily attracts covetousness."

He paused, his tone hardening: "We are here on behalf of numerous martial arts schools, under the guise of 'martial arts exchange,' to request Mr. Fang's guidance. The stake is that divine weapon!"

“Of course,” Ying Yufan added immediately, seemingly afraid that Fang Qingyu would refuse outright, while gesturing to Leng Hui beside him, “Since it’s a contest, we will naturally offer an equal stake to show fairness.”

Leng Hui turned around expressionlessly and looked at the two specially made metal boxes beside him.

He opened one of them, and a rich, pure, and vibrant energy instantly filled the air! Inside the box lay hundreds of life beads, each the size of a marble, a deep blue color, and seemingly with flowing light inside.

He opened another box, which contained hundreds of irregularly shaped, fingernail-sized dark red crystals that appeared to have been naturally formed from congealed blood plasma.

Hundreds of Life Beads of the First Realm, Second Rank, and hundreds of Blood Crystals of the First Realm, Second Rank Purity.

Gee tut.

"These items are worth as much as a divine weapon, aren't they?" Ying Yufan's tone carried a hint of condescending arrogance. "If Mr. Fang wins, the items are yours. If you lose, please return them to their rightful owner!"

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the "priceless" bet, his eyes showing no fluctuation, but instead growing colder and colder, like ice that has stood for millennia.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze like a sharp blade, scraping across Ying Yufan's hypocritical smile and Leng Hui's sinister face.

A suppressed rage, like a volcano about to erupt, surged deep within his eyes.

"Heh," Fang Qingyu let out a cold sneer, a laugh filled with undisguised mockery and killing intent!
Let's set aside whether the two things are equivalent.

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but laugh at the mere fact that the other party was using such a magnificent reason to gamble on his divine weaponry.

This reward was initiated by the true form of the deity, and was finally obtained after saving a group of people in the special training class and completing the task given to him by the old man.

But now the other party...
They directly armed the gods and used it as a form of sparring and a prize.

And the fact that these two, knowing the current situation in Qingjian City, specifically came all the way to challenge me to a bet is truly...
Xiao Dao pulled his butt, and it opened my eyes.

As Fang Qingyu listened to Ying Yufan's high-sounding but actually extremely greedy words and looked at the hypocritical "charity" expression on the other party's face, an indescribable sense of absurdity and a cold anger surged in his chest like magma.

He stared at Ying Yufan, the cold smile on his lips widening until it finally turned into a low, chilling laugh that seemed to freeze the air.

"Ah"

The laughter was filled with undisguised mockery and an almost palpable killing intent about to erupt! What martial arts tournament rewards? This was clearly taking advantage of someone's misfortune! With Qingjian City on the verge of collapse, these "big shots" from the capital weren't thinking of offering help, but rather of coveting the divine weapon he had risked his life to obtain! And they even put on a disgusting face of "it's for your own good" and "fair trade"!

Fang Qingyu was too lazy to waste another word on these two idiots.

He suddenly crouched down, his movement so fast that only a blur remained.

He reached out and gently patted Jiang Wei's head, who was holding potato chips. The coldness on his face melted instantly, and his voice became as gentle as if he were a different person: "Little Jiang, go wait for me on that bench over there. Stay away so you don't get your clothes dirty."

Jiang Wei gave the two of them a pitiful look, then nodded, hugged her beloved bag of potato chips, and ran to a bench a dozen meters away with her short legs. She sat down and stared at them with her big eyes.

And just as Jiang Wei ran away!
Fang Qingyu's eyes suddenly sharpened like knives! He pulled out a force field with his right hand and threw it on the ground.

Om-!
An invisible, almost imperceptible transparent force field ripple, like ripples on a lake surface after a stone has been thrown in, suddenly spread out from him!
The speed was so fast that it instantly enveloped Ying Yufan and Leng Hui, who were caught off guard! Also trapped inside were several team members who had just walked out of the main entrance of the Shenguan Bureau building, looking exhausted and preparing to change shifts or go home!
The team members felt as if the scenery before their eyes had distorted, and their bodies felt as if they had passed through a viscous film of water. Before they could react to what was happening, they were enveloped by a gentle but irresistible force.

At the center of the force field were Fang Qingyu, Ying, and Leng!

Ying Yufan and Leng Hui's expressions changed slightly the moment the force field was formed! They hadn't expected Fang Qingyu to dare to activate the force field in public.

Ying Yufan was shocked and furious, and was about to rebuke him.

boom--!
At the very instant the force field was formed, a monstrous black flame erupted from Fang Qingyu's body!
A raging, ferocious black flame, seemingly capable of burning the soul, shot into the sky, instantly transforming him into a demon god from hell! The black flames distorted the light, radiating a suffocatingly terrifying heat and an aura of destruction!

In Ying Yufan and Leng Hui's view, Fang Qingyu's figure completely disappeared the moment the black flames erupted!
Fast! Faster than their neural reaction limits!
The next moment!
Two hands, wreathed in destructive black flames and with fine golden patterns emanating from their fingertips, like ghostly claws tearing through space, gripped their throats with unerring precision and without warning!

Cold! Hard! A deathly touch instantly shot through my neck!

The terrifying power and the burning and corrosive sensation brought by the black flames made Ying Yufan and Leng Hui's hair stand on end, and their pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints! Their proud reflexes and defenses were as flimsy as paper in the face of this absolute speed and power!

Fang Qingyu's figure solidified in front of the two, his eyes, wreathed in black flames, were like two burning black suns, coldly looking down at their faces, which were contorted with suffocation and horror.

"Challenge me?" Fang Qingyu's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the deepest hell. Every word carried a chilling coldness and a destructive will, clearly reaching the ears of Ying, Leng, and the dumbfounded members of the Divine Management Bureau at the edge of the force field. "You can."

He tilted his head slightly, a cruel smile curving his lips beneath the black flames:

"But...people could die!!!"

The words have not yet been spoken!

Fang Qingyu's arm muscles bulged, and terrifying strength suddenly erupted! He didn't give the two of them any chance to struggle or speak. He grabbed their necks and slammed them hard against the solid ground as if he were lifting two heavy bags of garbage!
Boom! Boom—!!!
Two incredibly loud, teeth-grinding explosions erupted almost simultaneously! The ground trembled violently!
Centered on Fang Qingyu, a dense web of cracks instantly spread out! Where he was hit, the hard ground caved in as if struck by a meteorite, creating two distinct human-shaped craters! The rubble and dust were bound by an invisible force field, unable to dissipate, and swirled wildly within the confined space!
"Ugh—!"

"puff--!"

Ying Yufan and Leng Hui were like flattened toads, embedded firmly in the crater in the ground. Their internal organs seemed to have shifted, and their bones groaned under the unbearable weight.

The excruciating pain and suffocation made their vision go black, and they made hoarse, unintelligible sounds of pain from their throats.

Ying Yufan's handsome face was twisted and deformed, covered in dust and blood. Leng Hui's sinister eyes were filled with boundless fear and pain. Their luxurious clothes were charred and tattered by the black flames, leaving them in a sorry state.

Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up, looking down at the two figures in the pit who were almost unconscious and could only twitch in pain.

The black flames on his body slowly subsided as if they were alive, but his cold eyes remained devoid of warmth.

He looked up at the few members of the Bureau of Justice who were completely petrified at the edge of the force field, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

"Excuse me, the trash has been delivered to our door."

Fang Qingyu gave those people an apologetic smile.

He then took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and quickly wrote something on it.

After writing, he crumpled the two sheets of paper into a ball and stuffed them into the mouths of the two people.
Then he stood up.

He didn't even glance at the two useless people in the pit again, and casually waved his hand.

Om-!
The invisible force field that enveloped the surroundings dissipated instantly.

He took Jiang Wei's hand again, his voice returning to its usual calm: "Let's go, Xiao Jiang, let's go home."

Two figures, one large and one small, picked up the two specially made boxes and calmly walked away into the distance, amidst the messy ground behind them, two figures embedded in the crater, their fate unknown, and the dumbfounded gazes of a group of completely stunned members of the Sanctuary Bureau, as if they had merely tossed away two unsightly bags of trash.

On the two crumpled pieces of paper stuffed into Ying Yufan and Leng Hui's mouths, a few short lines were written in Fang Qingyu's sharp handwriting:
Shipping slip

Goods Name: Two Items of Waste and Garbage

Mailing address: Garbage pile in front of Qingjian Divine Bureau

Sender: Fang Qingyu

Note: The goods have been inspected and are of extremely poor quality. It is recommended to throw them in a landfill and incinerate them.

Recipient: Martial Arts Schools in Beijing

Date: July 21, 2082 (Federal Calendar)

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