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Chapter 329 Invincible Technique! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu slowly turned his head.

My gaze was fixed on the elderly man in gray clothes sitting next to me, one seat away. He was hunched over, leaning on a cane, and looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

My gaze pierced through the shadow of the hood.

It landed on the old man's head immediately.

Two red characters caught Fang Qingyu's eye.

The Martial Saint.

Moreover, he was a peak Martial Saint.

A strange feeling welled up in Fang Qingyu's heart.

This withered body, these cloudy eyes, this unsteady gait.
If it weren't for me, I wouldn't be able to see the title.

There's no way you'd guess that this old man is a martial arts master.

However, the strange feeling wasn't just because the old man's aura was well disguised.

It was the old man's face.
Fang Qingyu felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

However, after Fang Qingyu searched through his memories...
Soon it became clear that I had never seen this face before, covered in age spots and etched with the marks of time.

Fang Qingyu suppressed his surprise and doubt.

His facial expression remained calm throughout.

He merely glanced casually at the noisy arena.

His gaze returned to the old man's cloudy eyes, and he said softly:
"you are?"

The old man's wrinkled eyes curved upwards very slightly.

His cloudy eyes turned to Fang Qingyu.

He didn't answer directly, his withered fingers gently stroking the smooth end of his cane, his gaze still fixed on the fiercely contested arena below, and he spoke slowly in his aged voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed:

"I don't believe a young man like you can't guess who I am."

really.

Fang Qingyu understood.

Provide them with masks and identification information to guide them into the core area of ​​the Heavenly Punishment Society.

Aside from the Wild Bone Gang, no other force would do this, nor would they have the capability to do it.

However, the temperament of this peak martial saint was completely different from the style of the Desolate Bone Gang in his memory.

The old man didn't have that repulsive, menacing aura about him.

Instead, it has a sense of profound depth and maturity.

This feels so contradictory.

Fang Qingyu had no good feelings towards the Wild Bone Gang.

But he found it difficult to feel direct aversion towards this old man.

"The Desolate Bone Gang?"

The old man nodded slightly, the movement so small it was almost imperceptible.

His gaze shifted from the arena, focusing for the first time entirely on Fang Qingyu's face:
"What did you see at the Heavenly Punishment Assembly?"

Fang Qingyu pondered for a moment, then, meeting the old man's gaze, clearly uttered the name:
"I saw Chen Wudi in the underground space."

The old man's eyes suddenly became filled with complex emotions.
He then slowly nodded, letting out a sigh like that of an old bellows.

"He didn't die. He was imprisoned by the Heavenly Punishment Society for decades."

The old man paused, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu.

That look in his eyes was like that of a dying beast searching for its last chance at survival, carrying a desperate ferocity, yet deep within it lurked a plea that was almost humble:

"Now, only you can save him."

"Oh?"

Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

A hint of confusion and estrangement appeared on his face at just the right moment.

He leaned back slightly against the hard chair back, his voice calm and emotionless:
Why should I save him?

The reason?
Just because he is Chen Wudi?
A person I've never met, who only exists in legends?

This reason seemed utterly weak and laughable to Fang Qingyu.

Although he is destined to be an enemy of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

But that doesn’t mean he needs to take on huge extra risks for a stranger.

Rescue a peak martial saint who has been imprisoned by the Heavenly Punishment Society for decades and used as a core ritual node.

This is related to Fang Qingyu's plan to destroy the Heavenly Punishment Society.
There is no direct correlation.

The old man seemed to have anticipated Fang Qingyu's reaction.

He did not immediately refute or plead, but instead turned his gaze to Jiang Wei, who was standing quietly beside Fang Qingyu, as if she did not exist.

When that murky gaze fell on Jiang Wei's crimson hair and her aloof profile, it carried an indescribable complexity and a very subtle sense of awe.

"Lady Nuba is here too."

The old man's hoarse voice rang out, carrying a certainty of stating the facts.

"You've probably heard of the 'Invincible Technique,' right?"

Jiang Wei's clear red eyes narrowed slightly.

The phrase "Invincible Method" seems to possess a strange, magical power.

For the first time, a thoughtful expression clearly appeared on her usually calm and composed face.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, and a very subtle ripple passed through the depths of her ruby-like eyes.

Only a few seconds passed.

Jiang Wei suddenly raised her head.

A hint of seriousness flashed in those red eyes.

She looked at the old man, then quickly glanced at Fang Qingyu beside her, and nodded very solemnly:
"Ok, I know."

The voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable confirmation.

The old man seemed to gain some support after receiving Jiang Wei's response.

His thin back seemed to straighten slightly, and his cloudy gaze refocused on Fang Qingyu's face, the pleading in his eyes replaced by an almost resolute determination:

"Chen Wudi possesses an invincible body-refining technique."

"Back then, he was able to fight against a fourth-tier life ghost with his third-tier body, and was invincible among his peers, even fighting against fourth-tier human experts! It was all thanks to the indestructible physique he had forged by this invincible technique."

The old man's voice carried an excitement of recalling past glories, yet was also filled with pain.

"As long as you rescue him."

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and clearly promised, word by word:

"I can get Chen Wudi to give you this invincible technique!"

"The Invincible Technique can only be cultivated by one person!"

Jiang Wei's cool and urgent voice rang out almost at the same time the old man finished speaking.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her ruby-like eyes were filled with an unprecedented seriousness and warning as she stared intently at the old man.

Fang Qingyu's heart sank, and he turned to look at the old man as well.

"The Invincible Technique can only be practiced by one person."

The voice was tinged with doubt and coldness.

"You can get Chen Wudi to give me the Invincible Technique?!"

An invincible technique that can only be mastered by one person and cannot be passed down or shared.

Chen Wudi cultivated diligently for decades.

Reach the pinnacle with it and forge a legend!
Would he be willing to give it up so easily?

To entrust one's livelihood to a complete stranger?
This is simply a fantasy.

The old man was not angry in the face of Fang Qingyu's questioning.
Instead, the muscles on his withered face twitched slightly, and pain surged in his cloudy eyes.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky above the arena, as if trying to convince himself.

"Losing the invincible technique is better than being refined into something neither ghost nor human, right?"

He lowered his head, his voice as soft as a dream:

He will support my decision.

"after all."

"He's suffering more than if he were dead right now."

Fang Qingyu fell silent.

However, his furrowed brows did not relax; his gaze remained fixed on the old man's face.

"You're Chen Wudi's?"

However, the old man slowly shook his head.

He did not answer Fang Qingyu's question.

His gaze returned to its cloudiness and calm, as if the lapse in composure had never occurred.

"Next"

The old man's voice returned to its previous hoarse and deep tone, carrying a heavy weight of responsibility entrusted to him:

"I will focus all my attention on the Heavenly Punishment Society. You can confidently develop your power and expand your territory."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and frankness:

"But there was no other aid."

"I'm under a lot of pressure to keep those freaks from the Heavenly Punishment Society occupied."

This can be seen as a tacit admission that he orchestrated the conflict between the Desolate Bone Gang and the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The purpose was to draw fire from Fang Qingyu and his group, creating space for them to develop.

"What is the Achilles' heel of the Heavenly Punishment Society?"

Fang Qingyu's voice carried a hint of inquiry.

A bitter smile appeared on the old man's face, filled with helplessness and self-mockery:
"If I had known their Achilles' heel, I would have gathered everyone and charged in long ago! Why wait until today? Why watch Invincible suffer in that hell for decades?!"

His thin, bony fingers gripped the cane tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"For decades, I've been like an old dog, using every possible method to investigate and probe."

The old man's voice was filled with frustration and a chill that went to his very bones:

"But I don't even know who's behind the Heavenly Punishment Society!"

"But he's very strong. Strong enough to capture Chen Wudi and bring him back."

"His combat prowess in direct combat may not be much stronger than that of the invincible warrior of yesteryear."

The old man added with unusual certainty.

"But the methods he uses are too unpredictable!"

Fang Qingyu listened thoughtfully.

How could they possibly capture Chen Wudi alive when he was at his peak and possessed invincible magic?!

Even if the opponent used unorthodox methods, this strength was absolutely terrifying.

And upon hearing this...

A large part of the fog in Fang Qingyu's mind has been cleared away.

The Heavenly Punishment Society is creating gods.

Based on Chen Wudi, a martial arts master with invincible skills and unparalleled physique.

They were trying to create a god who belonged solely to them.

And before him stood a withered, peak-level martial saint.

After learning Fang Qingyu's identity
And their inherently hostile stance towards the Divine Punishment Society.

They immediately chose to take a desperate gamble.

They showed the greatest goodwill, even using Chen Wudi's invincible technique, which he regarded as his life, as bait, just to exchange for a glimmer of hope to save people.

Fang Qingyu remained silent for a few moments.

His deep gaze, like that of an ancient well, fell upon the old man's face.

Aren't you afraid I won't agree?

"After all, although my target is also the Heavenly Punishment Society, whether or not to save Chen Wudi does not necessarily conflict with my goal."

Fang Qingyu clearly drew a line.

Rescuing Chen Wudi is an additional mission.

He could have easily destroyed the Heavenly Punishment Society without paying any attention to that withered figure chained to the cross.

The old man listened to Fang Qingyu's analysis without getting angry; instead, he slowly shook his head.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

His cloudy gaze lingered one last time on Jiang Wei, who stood beside Fang Qingyu.

"You just need to know what invincible magic is."

The old man's voice became ethereal, as if it contained some ancient proverb.

"You won't refuse."

The words fell.

The old man didn't linger. He leaned on his cane with his withered hands and stood up shakily.

He glanced at Fang Qingyu one last time.

Then, he turned around, his back hunched, leaning on his cane, and squeezed into the noisy, bustling crowd, quickly disappearing into the throng of heads.

Fang Qingyu neither stopped him nor got up.

I just quietly watched the direction the old man disappeared in.

"What exactly is the Invincible Technique?"

Fang Qingyu's voice broke the silence.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Jiang Wei's small face.

Jiang Wei tilted her head slightly and explained softly, "The Invincible Technique is an essential skill for every Human Emperor! Only those who possess the Invincible Technique are qualified and have the opportunity to ascend to the throne of Human Emperor!"

"Human Emperor?"

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly.

The word was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

He subconsciously thought of Jiang Wei's mysterious father: "Is he someone like your father?"

Jiang Wei nodded vigorously, her long, crimson hair swaying gently with her movements.

Her little face was filled with an unprecedented seriousness:
"Martial God is a realm, the supreme peak pursued by martial arts practitioners. Although it is extremely difficult, some have been born throughout the long years of history."

"But the Human Emperor."

Jiang Wei paused slightly, her ruby-like eyes revealing an almost reverent and solemn look.

"Even fewer! So few that they can be counted on one hand! Since the beginning of time, since the creation of the world, there have only been three beings who can truly be called the Human Emperor!"

She looked at Fang Qingyu and said, word by word, with perfect clarity:
"You can consider the Human Emperor as an even more difficult goal to achieve than the God of War."

Fang Qingyu immediately understood.

It is more difficult and more powerful than the God of War.

No wonder the old man was so certain he wouldn't refuse!

An invincible technique that leads directly to the path of the Human Emperor.

This temptation is fatal for any martial artist embarking on the path to transcendence.

It's enough to drive people crazy.

Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully.

From this perspective
This invincible technique is definitely worth vying for.

However, this invincible technique does not reside with the old man.

It was Chen Wudi who was involved.

If, after going through all the hardships to rescue the person, Chen Wudi reneges on his promise or makes unacceptable demands, then the old man's promise at this moment will be meaningless.

So we'll have to see how to argue it out.

Fortunately, the old man has already shown some sincerity.

The Wild Bone Gang will do everything in its power to draw the attention of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

This signifies their expansion efforts in these peripheral areas of the limestone region.

There's no need to be timid or hesitant.

Apart from the Heavenly Punishment Society, Fang Qingyu did not consider the other so-called top ten forces in the City of Injustice to be a significant threat.

In terms of top-tier combat power, having myself, Jiang Wei, and Yan Lin is enough.

Therefore, we can temporarily focus on expanding our influence in the surrounding areas.

However, these things cannot be accomplished in the short term.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu calmed his mind.

Let's turn our attention back to the boiling arena below.

Jiang Wei also tacitly stopped talking and sat quietly beside him.

……

On the arena, light shimmered.

The match for Wei Banmeng has begun.

Her opponent was a powerful, second-tier peak swordsman.

His swordsmanship is cunning and swift, and his movements are unpredictable; he is clearly a formidable opponent.

However, when Wei Banmeng stepped onto the arena, her clear eyes became as deep as a cold pool, and an invisible pressure quietly spread out.

She held nothing back.

He swiped his hands around his waist.

hum!
Accompanied by two clear, melodious sword cries, like the roar of dragons.

The Xuan Chi twin swords were suddenly drawn.

The blade is long and narrow, its entire body shimmering with a beautiful halo of interwoven deep blue and silver, while the gemstone inlaid at the end of the hilt emits a breathtaking ripple.

Divine Armament!

With twin swords in hand, Wei Banmeng's entire demeanor changed abruptly.

From cool and reserved to sharp and edgy in an instant.

She didn't even use any complicated movements; she simply took a step forward!
The twin Xuanchi blades in his hands were like two stunning streaks tearing through the night sky, carrying a breathtaking sharpness and icy coldness, drawing two arcs that perfectly matched the rhythm of heaven and earth, and slashing at his opponent.

Where the blade flashed, the air seemed to freeze.

The swordsman's swift swordplay and elusive movements, which he was so proud of, were as fragile as paper in the face of these two flashes of light.

Ding! Ding! Click!

The swordsman's longsword only had time to parry twice.

It snapped in two under the third, even sharper blade of light.

The cold blade came to a steady stop an inch from his throat.

The bone-chilling cold made him freeze instantly, and all color drained from his face.

"Concession."

Wei Banmeng's cold voice rang out, and her twin swords instantly returned to their sheaths, her movements fluid and graceful.

"On arena number one, number 77, 'Jinghong' wins! Advances to the top 32!"

The referee's voice carried a hint of surprise.

The entire battle was so fast it was almost overwhelming.

Wei Banmeng easily defeated him with overwhelming force.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.

……

Next up was Chu Kuanglan's battle.

His opponent is as mentioned before.

He was a second-tier peak martial monk who had cultivated some extremely powerful hard skill.

His skin was bronze, his muscles were bulging like cast iron, and he possessed tremendous strength capable of splitting rocks and shattering monuments with every move. His defense was also astonishing.

"Roar! Well done!"

Chu Kuanglan saw the opponent's posture.

Instead of showing the slightest fear, he burst into an excited roar.

He abandoned the art of skillful maneuvering and opted for the most primitive method!
He swung the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword like a raging windmill, and dark red qi and blood smoke, like a burning volcano erupting, enveloped his burly body.

boom! boom! boom!
The heavy sword, imbued with immense power, slammed into the monk's crossed arms and bronze chest like a battering ram, time and again.

Each collision produced a dull, thunderous roar!

Sparks flew everywhere, and shockwaves rolled!
The arena floor beneath the monks' feet shattered inch by inch.

His prized physical strength began to dent under the pure, extreme power of Chu Kuanglan, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were fierce, and he still gritted his teeth and endured it!
"Shaking mountains! Splitting the earth!"

Chu Kuanglan fought with increasing ferocity, his muscles bulging to their limit, his blood vessels throbbing beneath his skin like earthworms.

He gripped the sword with both hands and leaped high into the air.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword transformed into a black streak that tore through the air, slashing down fiercely!
Boom——! ! !
An unprecedentedly terrifying explosion rang out.

The entire arena seemed to tremble.

Centered on the two, a violent shockwave swept out like a tsunami, even violently distorting the tough force field barrier, causing it to hum under the strain.

The air was filled with smoke and dust.

The monk was like a wooden stake driven into the ground, his legs below the knees completely embedded in the cracked arena.

His arms hung limply at his sides, his bronze-colored skin cracking and bleeding profusely.

A terrifying sword wound, deep enough to expose bone, appeared on his chest!
He stared intently at the demon-like figure in the smoke and dust ahead, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief, before finally his head lolled to the side and he passed out completely.

"On arena number three, number 198, 'Hanyue' wins! Advances to the top 32!"

Chu Kuanglan leaned on his heavy sword, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his forehead like a stream, soaking through his combat uniform.

He won, but this time...
It really burned out completely.

Lu Jiuyuan's match was equally brutal.

But in the end, they won after paying the price of some injuries.

"Around Arena 2, No. 46, 'Yuan Jing' wins! Advances to the Round of 32!"

He also pushed himself to the limit.

The last person to advance was Lin Yu, who was the second most relaxed among the four.

He was toying with his opponent the whole time.

Although it wasn't a complete crushing defeat like Wei Banmeng's.

But the whole process was also relaxed and timid.

"Ring 4, No. 103, 'Firefly' wins! Advances to the Round of 32!"

……

The other members at the peak of the second tier of Dawn.

Unfortunately, they were defeated in the brutal round of 64.

Their opponents are stronger, or their abilities are countered.

Despite giving their all, and even with some suffering serious injuries, they ultimately failed to make any further progress.

When all the matches are over.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei met up with the others at the arena exit.

Looking at the exhausted state of Lao Chu and the others, and then at the other companions who, though disappointed, had done their best, I felt a pang of sadness.

There was no reproach on Fang Qingyu's face.

Instead, he showed a gentle and approving smile.

He stepped forward and patted Chu Kuanglan hard on the shoulder: "Well done, Old Chu!"

He nodded to Lu Jiuyuan again: "You've worked hard, Lao Lu."

His gaze swept over Lin Yu and the others: "Everyone did their best, very good."

This affirmation.

This revitalized the previously somewhat dejected group.

The group walked along the street as the noise subsided, heading towards the hotel.

Fang Qingyu walked in the middle of the group, his gaze sweeping over everyone, his voice clearly reaching each person's ears:

"Next, once the competition is over, you will immediately return to the Green Dragon Gang headquarters in the Gray Rock District."

His gaze fell upon Chu Kuanglan and the other four core players who had advanced to the top 32:

"Begin full-scale territorial expansion! The pace can be accelerated!"

He paused, then looked at Jiang Wei beside him:

"Jiang Wei will go back with you. If we encounter any tough problems that you can't handle."

Fang Qingyu's gaze met Jiang Wei's clear red eyes:

"Jiang Wei will handle this."

Jiang Wei nodded vigorously.

Her long, crimson hair shone like a burning flame in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Understood!" Chu Kuanglan was the first to respond loudly, though exhausted, his fighting spirit was rekindled in his eyes.

Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, and Lin Yu nodded in unison.

Wei Banmeng's cool gaze fell on Fang Qingyu's face, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern, and she asked softly:
"how about you?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu smiled with relief.

"I?"

"I'll stay here and continue my scavenging duties."

For him, the role he could play in the expansion of peripheral gang power was limited.

After all, there are only so many top-tier Tier 3 players.

With Jiang Wei around, that's enough.

He might as well stay in the city and continue hunting down those new types of ghosts.

Earn more skill points.

At the same time, staying in the city would make it easier to continue investigating the Heavenly Punishment Society.

After Fang Qingyu finished speaking, his gaze swept over everyone again:

"Don't worry about me. You know my capabilities. I'll let you know immediately if anything happens."

"Your main task is to expand your territory and recruit more people as quickly as possible."

"understand!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Chu Kuanglan grinned widely, patted his chest, and spoke in a loud voice:
"Don't worry, Qingzi! Leave it to me! I'll make sure Lei Meng is as energetic as if he's been injected with chicken blood, roaring and clamoring to seize territory! I guarantee he'll be thinking about expansion even in his sleep!"

Fang Qingyu smiled helplessly at his unserious promise and didn't refute it.

His gaze finally settled on Chu Kuanglan and the other three who had successfully advanced to the top 32.

The smile on his face faded:
"However, your most important task right now is..."

"It's about the current competition."

"Since they've already made it into the top 32..."

Fang Qingyu's lips curled into a smile as his gaze swept over the four people:

"Set your sights on first place! That's not unreasonable, is it?!"

(End of this chapter)