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Chapter 162 Team Training, Chosen One Su Wanqing! (Chapter 45 of 2 words, please vote!)

"Damn, what a horrible place!"

Qin Hui's voice, muffled with disgust, came from behind his mask, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the heavy shield.

Qi Hao stood beside him, the spikes on his gauntlets gleaming coldly.

"Maintain formation, proceed as planned." Fang Qingyu's voice pierced through the miasma, deep and steady. "Old Qiao in the center, recorders on full blast, marking points, passageway direction, and the characteristics of the Fate Ghost."

"Understood!" Old Joe responded immediately, quickly taking out a palm-sized recorder from the side pocket of his backpack, holding it tightly in his hand, while his other hand rapidly operated on the tactical tablet.

"Qin Hui, Qi Hao, lead the way, support each other, and be alert for any movement. Wei Banmeng, cover the rear and keep watch, paying attention to the blind spots behind and above the pit wall." Fang Qingyu's instructions were clear and concise.

Wei Banmeng nodded silently and drew two short knives with her backhand.

"Xiao Jiang, come with me."

Fang Qingyu looked down at Jiang Wei beside him.

The little girl nodded, with an unusual focus. Her small figure pressed close to Fang Qingyu, and an invisible heat wave circulated very faintly around her.

The seven-person cone formation, illuminated by the faint phosphorescence, resembled tiny entities thrown into the esophagus of a giant beast, advancing forward along the sloping, massive tunnel filled with slime and unidentified fragments.

On the shared map on the tactical terminal, following Old Joe's markings, a faint band of light began to extend outward from the entrance, representing their footprints.

The silence is fleeting.

Less than a hundred meters in, a series of teeth-grinding, rapid cracking sounds, accompanied by a sticky dragging noise, came from the swirling miasma at a fork in the road ahead on the left.

"coming!"

Qin Hui let out a low roar, and the heavy shield slammed down in front of him, making a dull thud.

Qi Hao immediately bowed, crossed his boxing gloves in front of his chest, and instantly locked his gaze on the direction of the sound source.

The miasma was stirred up, and seven or eight twisted figures sprang out!

It resembled a vicious dog that had been skinned and haphazardly stitched up, its body covered with grayish-white, rotting muscle that constantly dripped mucus, and its bare, stark white ribs were clearly visible.

Its head was twisted and deformed, and its cloudy eyes reflected only the most frenzied hunger.

Rotten zombie dog!

It is a very common type of ghost in this pit, belonging to the level of breaking through the mortal realm.

"Leave it to us!"

A fighting spirit surged in Qi Hao's eyes.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, advancing instead of retreating. His blood and qi surged instantly, and his fists tore through the miasma, slamming into the leading corpse dog with a fierce gust of wind.

"boom!"

A dull cracking sound rang out.

The corpse dog's head was smashed open like a rotten watermelon, with blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

"Be careful not to get bitten or scratched!"

Qin Hui's heavy shield, like a moving city wall, crashed through the two corpse dogs that pounced from the side.

The battle erupted instantly! Qin Hui's shield blocked the impacts, as steady as a mountain, while Qi Hao's gauntlets were like venomous tongues spitting out their tongues, precise and ruthless.

Although their coordination was somewhat clumsy, the surge of energy and the powerful force they used compensated for their lack of experience.

Although the number of corpse dogs was large, their defenses were weak, and their strength and speed were not superior to those of a Transcendent Warrior. They were quickly wiped out by the two of them working together.

Fang Qingyu looked on calmly.

Only after the last zombie dog's skull was crushed by Qi Hao did he speak: "Well done. The zombie poison is corrosive; be careful to isolate yourself when circulating your energy. Old Joe, record the location of the D-7 entrance, southwest direction, first fork in the road, encounter with a pack of zombie dogs, number eight."

"Roger that!"

Old Joe's fingers flew across the tablet.

Simultaneously
The clues from the diagram flashed through Fang Qingyu's mind.

[New type of Fate Ghost added: Rotten Corpse Dog, reward: 1 skill point]

Fang Qingyu just managed to snatch one that was on the verge of death.

As included in the catalog.

The rest was left to the two of them to handle.

Those who need to be trained still need to be trained.

The team continued its advance.

The tunnels are like the intestines of a giant beast, winding and twisting with numerous branches.

The pale white or eerie green phosphorescent moss is the main light source, illuminating the twisted tunnels as if they were haunted.

The squad then encountered two more scattered groups of zombie dogs, and a slow-moving, bony-covered, mobile meat shield called a sluggish zombie puppet.

All of these issues were resolved reasonably by Qin Hui and Qi Hao.

Aside from Fang Qingyu occasionally snatching a new type of ghost.

Old Joe's map markers are also increasing.

After going down about 300 meters, you come to a relatively open space where the phosphorescent moss is denser.

However, they had only been inside for a short time.

"careful!"

Wei Banmeng's cold voice sounded almost simultaneously with Fang Qingyu's perception.

From the shadows at the top of the space, three pale figures silently pounced down!
Its body size is close to that of a normal person, but its limbs are twisted out of proportion, and its arms have been transformed into two sharp bone blades that gleam with a cold, eerie green light!
His withered skin clung tightly to his bones, and his deep-set eyes glowed with two cold, phosphorescent lights.

Sharp bone spurs protrude from the joints, and the movement is accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tears through the air!
Bone-piercing Corpse Guards!

A microscopic level life-destroying ghost!
Their speed, strength, and aggression far surpass those of the previous cannon fodder!
"retreat!"

Fang Qingyu gave a low shout, and his figure stepped forward like a ghost, completely protecting Jiang Wei behind him.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade was drawn with a clang, and before the blade even arrived, a concentrated starlight force mixed with a chilling killing intent locked onto one of the corpse guards like ice!
The corpse guard seemed to sense a deadly threat, and its attacking motion twisted strangely in mid-air as it crossed its double-bladed bone arms to block!

"clang--!!!"

A piercing clang of metal rang out! Sparks flew everywhere!
How could it possibly block Fang Qingyu's blade?

The starlight's power is overwhelming and unstoppable!

The blade flashed like it was cutting through rotten wood, instantly severing the crossed bone blades. Its momentum did not diminish as it slashed down diagonally from the twisted shoulder and neck of the corpse guard!

"Hey!"

Like a hot knife cutting through grease!

Before the bone-chilling corpse guard could even let out a scream, it was cleaved in two diagonally!
Filthy internal organs and thick, black bodily fluid sprayed out!

Almost at the same time that Fang Qingyu made his move, Wei Banmeng also moved!
Like purple lightning merging into the darkness, it instantly appeared on the other side of the corpse guards who were rushing towards Qin Hui and Qi Hao!
The dark purple double blades silently sliced ​​through two deadly arcs, precisely severing the knee tendons and the tendons of the blade-wielding arm of the Corpse Guard!

The corpse guard froze instantly, losing its balance!
Qin Hui's heavy shield and Qi Hao's furious iron fist followed closely behind, their violent force instantly blasting him into a pile of broken bones and mangled flesh!
The third corpse guard's target was none other than Old Qiao and Jiang Wei in the middle of the group!
Extremely fast, the bone blade, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the miasma, stabbed straight at Old Joe's throat!

Old Joe was assigned a target.

But holding the recorder, there was no fear in his eyes.

Because Jiang Wei's small figure took half a step forward, her small hand, which had been clenched loosely, suddenly opened and pushed forward!
"Whoosh—!" A condensed, almost tangible orange-red line of fire, like a spear of judgment shining in the darkness, arrived first despite being delayed!

It struck the tip of the bone blade thrust out by the Corpse Guard with unparalleled precision!
boom!
A blazing fire erupted instantly!
The terrifyingly high temperature not only melted the tip of the bone blade, but also spread upwards along the bone arm like a maggot clinging to the bone!

The bone-chilling corpse guard let out a shrill scream, frantically flailing its burning arms, its phosphorescent eyes filled with pain and terror.

In just one second, the flames engulfed half of its body, turning it into a charred wreckage that crashed to the ground.

The battle ended in the blink of an eye.

"Are you alright?" Fang Qingyu sheathed his sword and looked at Old Qiao.

"It's alright! Thanks to Xiao Jiang!" Old Qiao looked at Jiang Wei gratefully.

“Record: Open pit, encountered bone-chilling corpse guards, number three” Fang Qingyu spoke rapidly.

"Understood!" Old Joe suppressed his racing heart and quickly took action.

[New type of Fate Ghost added: Bone-Piercing Corpse Guardian, reward 1 skill point]

The diagram provides another clue.

Just then, Wei Banmeng's cold voice rang out with a hint of solemnity: "Look ahead!"

Following her gaze, everyone saw several huge, tumor-like, dark purple vesicles clinging to the wall deep within the chamber, near the entrance to the deeper tunnel!
The surface of the vesicles is covered with wriggling veins, expanding and contracting, constantly spraying fine, shimmering purple spores into the surrounding miasma!
"Morphin cysts!" Old Joe gasped as he looked at the shared database that was being updated synchronously on the tactical terminal. "The database is marked as a dangerous target! It can continuously produce and release high concentrations of corpse morphin spores, which not only enhance environmental toxicity, but also cause severe paralysis and erosion if inhaled or in contact with the skin! It must be eliminated!"

Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed: "Xiao Jiang, burn them!"

Jiang Wei nodded, her face serious.

He brought his hands together again in front of his chest, and an invisible heat wave instantly gathered and compressed in his palms!
"burn!"

With a sudden push of her small hand, the fireball roared out and struck the giant spore sac in the very center with pinpoint accuracy!

boom--! ! !
A violent explosion was accompanied by blinding flashes of light!
The bright orange flames, like blooming flowers, instantly engulfed several miasma cysts!
The terrifyingly high temperature scorched the tough flesh walls until they were charred black and curled up, sizzling loudly!
The deadly purple spores crackled and popped in the flames, turning to ashes in an instant!
The strong smell of burning flesh instantly overwhelmed the stench of decay.

[New type of Fate Ghost added: 1 skill point reward]

The fire gradually died down, leaving only charred marks and wisps of smoke.

The entrance to the tunnel leading deeper into the pit was exposed, and the miasma emanating from it seemed to have thinned out slightly.

"Mark: Miasma Sporangium Clearance Point," Fang Qingyu ordered. He glanced at the timer on his tactical terminal; nearly two hours had passed since the effects of the poison pill wore off. "That's about enough. First exploration ends here. Record all information and return via the same route."

The group quickly tidied up and, following the marked route, cautiously and swiftly exited the D-7 entrance amidst the increasingly dense miasma and the faintly increasing strange howls.

When they passed through that thick, cold force field barrier again, and the salty sea breeze rushed into their lungs, everyone felt as if they had been transported to another world.

The afterglow of the setting sun was dazzling, but incredibly precious.

Back at the temporary base, the recorded data was uploaded and shared, and a brief report was given.

The report had barely finished when the piercing assembly announcement blared throughout the camp: "Attention all exploration teams! Attention all exploration teams! The force field has entered its nighttime activity period; the activity and aggression of the Corpse-type Life Demons will be greatly increased! All entrances must be closed immediately! Repeat, all entrances must be closed immediately! Teams that have not yet returned to their posts, please report your location immediately and request backup!"

As night fell, the purplish-black force field light enveloping the pit seemed to become even more eerie and profound, and the howling sounds emanating from within became faintly denser and more violent.

"Well, even God gave us a break." Qin Hui wiped the dirt off his face, let out a long sigh of relief, and only after his tense nerves relaxed did he feel the muscle soreness and mental exhaustion wash over him like a tide.

"Shall we find a place to relax?" Old Qiao suggested, his eyes filled with anticipation. "I heard there's a bar called 'Floating Lantern' in Songdu Donggang District. The owner is a great beauty, her cocktails are amazing, and the environment is quiet."

"Floating lanterns?" Fang Qingyu looked at Wei Banmeng. "Together?"

Wei Banmeng paused for a moment, her cool eyes sweeping over the expectant faces of the crowd, and nodded almost imperceptibly: "Mm."

Passing through the still bustling and neon-lit Songdu Donggang District.

Far from the unease emanating from the direction of the force field, Floating Lamp Bar, like a real floating lamp, quietly rests at the end of a relatively secluded seaside alley.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the copper bells hanging above the doorway jingled crisply.

Inside and outside the door, it's like two different worlds.

Outside the door is the hustle and bustle of the port city and the invisible pressure brought by the underground pit; inside, there is lazy blues jazz music, warm and soft lighting, and the rich aroma of wine in the air.

The proprietress doesn't seem to be here.

The group found a seat by the window with a view of the harbor at night and sat down.

Qin Hui and his group ordered draft beer and whiskey, Fang Qingyu ordered a glass of soda water, and Wei Banmeng ordered a glass of purified water.

Jiang Wei sat quietly next to Fang Qingyu, sipping her juice and curiously looking around.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere relaxed considerably.

Old Qiao and Lü Chen discussed the difficulties of tunnel surveying, while Qin Hui and Qi Hao reminisced about the battle during the day.

Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on Wei Banmeng, who was quietly drinking water across from him, and he casually asked, "Thank you for the list. Did things in the capital cause you any trouble?"

Wei Banmeng put down her water glass, her cool eyes looking at Fang Qingyu. After a two-second silence, she spoke in her characteristically calm tone: "Confined for a month."

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, then understood.

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing." Wei Banmeng shook her head, turning her gaze to the shimmering harbor outside the window.

Just then, the curtain behind the bar was gently lifted by a pale white hand.

A woman came out.

She wore a well-tailored burgundy velvet dress that accentuated her stunning curves.

Her chestnut-brown wavy hair cascaded lazily over her shoulders, her features were exquisitely sculpted, and her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a captivating charm unique to mature women.

A faint smile played on his lips as his gaze swept across the noisy bar before finally settling precisely on Fang Qingyu's table, especially on Fang Qingyu himself.

She walked straight over with graceful steps.

As she approached, a faint, unique perfume scent with a cool, oceanic aroma quietly overpowered the other smells in the bar.

"You all look unfamiliar. Is this your first time at Fudeng?" The woman's voice was like fine aged wine, mellow and with a touch of lazy magnetism. Her smile was impeccable, but her gaze was like a hook, firmly locked onto Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu looked up at the woman.

The moment their eyes met, Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted!

In his vision, above the woman's head, a striking scarlet name was clearly visible:

The Chosen One

However, Fang Qingyu's expression did not change at all. In fact, his usual cold and hard lines curved upwards slightly, revealing a calm and almost indifferent smile.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up, his movements calm and unhurried, as if it were merely out of politeness.

"Lady boss?"

"Su Wanqing".

The woman extended her slender hand clad in a black lace glove, her smile still alluring, but a hint of amusement and scrutiny flickered deep in her eyes.

Fang Qingyu reached out and firmly grasped that cool, delicate hand, as smooth as fine jade.

"Fang Qingyu".

The two hands are clasped together.

(End of this chapter)