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Chapter 353 Three Ancient Techniques: The Heavenly Punishment Society That Stops Suicide!

night.

The headquarters villa area of ​​the Green Dragon Gang.

The heavy door to the underground training room slid open silently.

Fang Qingyu stepped out from inside, his footsteps landing lightly on the dark carpeted corridor without making a sound.

In the living room, Jiang Wei almost immediately raised her head from the sofa.

Her gaze, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern, instantly locked onto Fang Qingyu's face.

I carefully examined every subtle detail of his expression.

Fang Qingyu met her gaze, his lips naturally curving upwards into a smile, and then he nodded slightly.

No words are needed; this action says it all.

Jiang Wei's taut shoulders relaxed slightly.

She stood up and picked up her coat, which was draped over the armrest of the sofa.

After bringing back the complete sequel to the Wuxiang Heart Sutra from Yan Lin, Fang Qingyu plunged into this underground cultivation room.

At this moment, on the map.

The entry that was once marked as "Incomplete Heart Sutra" has been completely renewed.

【Core Skill 1: Formless Heart Sutra Lv.1 (0/10000)】

Upgrading requires 10,000 experience points.

That's equivalent to 100 skill points.

As one of the few core skills on the Shattered Star Dou Kui surface, the experience required for its upgrade was not unexpected for Fang Qingyu.

This was something I already knew when I awakened the Divine Firmament Envoy.

However, 100 skill points is not too difficult for Fang Qingyu at the moment.

Jiang Wei walked to his side.

The two walked together toward the villa gate.

Night had fallen outside, and the city was shrouded in deep darkness.

It's time for the daily attack and defense battle again.

The engine's low roar tore through the silence as Fang Qingyu drove the vehicle, first taking Jiang Wei to the edge of the neighborhood she was responsible for guarding.

After watching her blend into the area where the searchlights had cut through the dappled light and shadow, I realized she was a part of the scene.

He then turned the car around and sped off toward Taikang Road.

The car finally stopped in the same spot, in front of the convenience store that had long been emptied out and whose signboard was half-fallen.

Fang Qingyu got out of the car.

I casually pulled over a plastic chair and sat down, my gaze habitually fixed on a corner of my field of vision.

The map unfolds silently.

The page featuring the Shattered Star Dipper takes center stage.

The skills are still those that evolved from the Dragon Fist Master system.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu's three main directions at present

First, there are skill points.

A massive amount of skill points is Fang Qingyu's most pressing need right now.

Only with enough skill points can you upgrade the skills of these Dragon Fist Master systems to perfection.

Then, we will try to integrate it into the Shattered Star Dou Kui system.

Secondly, it is to elevate the already comprehended true meaning of the starry sky to a level matching the strength of a third-tier Martial Saint.

At last.

Then go and work on the Border Patrol and Divine Firmament Envoy professions.

Because currently, the Shattered Star Warrior is definitely the strongest among the three main professions.

His gaze swept over the remaining skill points.

Skill Points: 84

This is the harvest from last night.

The group from the Heavenly Punishment Society included quite a few second-tier Chosen Ones and third-tier Apostles.

It contributed a considerable amount of skill points to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu's gaze immediately focused on Nine Prisons Breakthrough and Thunderous Shadow Escape.

The fist is the heavy hammer of the Star-Shattering Warrior, capable of shattering all laws.

Movement technique is the foundation that supports this heavy hammer as it traverses the starry sky.

Their importance slightly outweighed that of other skills.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all, and his mind stirred slightly.

Skill points are divided into two streams.

Forty points were injected into the Nine Hells Breakthrough, and forty points were injected into the Thunderous Shadow Escape.

In an instant, a torrent of fragmented insights forcefully flooded into my mind.

It felt as if countless tiny electric currents were exploding simultaneously deep within the muscle fascia, triggering deeper levels of tremors and reorganization.

Countless techniques of boxing, countless methods of borrowing and neutralizing force amidst thunderous violence, and escaping with lightning-fast trajectories, were etched into his fighting instincts like a brand.

The text on the graph blurred and then became clear in an instant, completing a leap.

【Advanced Skill 5: Nine Hells Breakthrough Lv.4 (0/8000)】

[Advanced Skill 6: Thunderous Shadow Step Lv.4 (0/8000)]

call--

Fang Qingyu let out a long breath.

The surging power within my body became even more concentrated and intense.

He stood up and casually moved his neck and limbs, his joints making a series of soft popping sounds.

My gaze drifted to the far end of the street.

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

We hope that more members of the Heavenly Punishment Society will come.

Three days.

It all happened in the blink of an eye amidst the bloody tug-of-war and the rapid accumulation of power.

The skyscraper of the city lord's mansion stands in the city center.

The entire dark glass curtain wall reflected a cold luster in the slanting afternoon sunlight.

Fang Qingyu walked through the hall alone.

As soon as I stepped through the revolving door, a young guard in a dark gray uniform quickly came to greet me.

They had clearly received the instructions long ago.

The guard didn't say a word, but simply bowed slightly in acknowledgment before turning to lead the way.

The elevator ascended silently, reaching the top floor.

It was still that quiet room with a wide view and the aroma of tea.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open by the guard.

Fang Qingyu stepped inside.

Da Lei sat behind the large tea tray, slowly pouring amber-colored tea into a cup using an antique purple clay teapot.

Hearing the noise, he lifted his eyelids.

His gaze lingered on Fang Qingyu for a moment, with an undisguised look of inquiry.

Da Lei's voice was deep and steady, revealing little emotion. "Shouldn't you be locked in a fierce battle with those people from the Heavenly Punishment Society right now? How come you have the leisure to come here?"

He put down the teapot, and the tea in the cup was exactly seven-tenths full, without a single drop spilling.

Fang Qingyu did not answer immediately.

Instead, he walked straight to the tea tray, pulled out a chair, and sat down, his movements as natural as if he were back in his own home.

He reached out and picked up the cup of tea, which was still steaming hot, and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm tea slid down my throat.

Fang Qingyu then looked up and met Da Lei's probing gaze.

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

"This time I came"

Fang Qingyu put down the empty cup, tapping the bottom of it lightly on the smooth tea tray, making a crisp sound. "I wanted to buy something from you."

"Oh?"

Da Lei's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, forming a tiny crease.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the smooth edge of the tea tray. "Things like the Kunpeng Divine Bone are extremely rare and hard to come by. I only have a fragment of it. You can't just conjure it up whenever you want."

Fang Qingyu immediately waved his hand, "No, no, no, I'm not here to buy those rare and precious materials. I want to buy a few martial arts techniques."

"Martial arts?"

Da Lei paused slightly, his slightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and a very strange expression flashed across his face.

“Ancient method?” he repeated to confirm, his voice rising slightly at the end.

“Yes.” Fang Qingyu nodded, his tone certain, “Ancient method.”

Da Lei leaned back in his wide chair, his strange look deepening, filled with undisguised doubt: "What kind of martial arts doesn't your Federation have? Why do you need to come here to search for ancient techniques?"

He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his gaze sweeping over Fang Qingyu, as if trying to find some clues on his face.

Fang Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so he raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose and coughed lightly to cover it up, saying, "Well... I heard that your collection of ancient techniques is quite unique. I came here this time to see if there's anything that suits my taste. The price is negotiable."

The words were somewhat vague, but the meaning was clear.

Upon hearing this, Da Lei's eyes, which seemed perpetually calm and still, rolled upwards, revealing a large expanse of white.

The gesture, appearing on his usually calm face, seemed particularly incongruous, even somewhat comical.

He knew, of course, who Fang Qingyu had heard it from.
Besides Jiang Wei, the female demon who treats Fang Qingyu like a precious treasure, who else could it be?

Da Lei sighed helplessly, seemingly too lazy to dwell on such a trivial matter, and casually waved his hand.

Almost at the same time he waved.

The air beside him distorted very slightly, and an old man with a hunched back, dressed in a faded gray cloth robe, appeared silently beside the tea table.

The old man's eyelids drooped, as if he were asleep.

Da Lei pointed at Fang Qingyu and said to the old man in plain clothes, "Take him to the study and pick out a few ancient techniques."

Then, turning his gaze back to Fang Qingyu's face, he said in a calm tone, "Consider this your reward for protecting Lady Nuba these past few days."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

The rewards for these ancient methods are not insignificant.
However, these are things from my maternal family.

Fang Qingyu felt quite reassured about eating it.

Although Da Lei and I are not on the same page in some matters, there is no need to reject his goodwill.

So Fang Qingyu nodded.

Not a single extra word of politeness was exchanged.

He got up and followed the elderly man in plain clothes, who was like a shadow, out of the quiet room filled with the aroma of tea.

The elevator descended silently.

An elderly man in plain clothes stood in the corner with his hands hanging down.

His cloudy eyes stared fixedly at the closed elevator door.

He made no sound from beginning to end, and even his breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Fang Qingyu was also happy to have some peace and quiet, and remained silent as well.

"Ding."

With a soft click, the elevator doors slid open.

Outside was an extremely ordinary corridor, with soft lighting, even appearing somewhat plain.

The old man, with a hunched back, led the way with faltering steps.

He led Fang Qingyu through two turns in the quiet, almost silent corridor.

Finally, it stopped in front of an inconspicuous wooden door.

The old man stretched out his withered, claw-like hand and pressed it into an inconspicuous groove next to the door.

With a soft click, the door lock popped open.

The old man pushed open the door, stepped aside to make way, and said in a hoarse voice, "The ancient methods are inside. Choose one yourself. Come out when you've made your choice."

After saying that, he leaned against the wall by the door like a door god.

His eyelids drooped again, as if he had fallen asleep, cutting himself off from all communication with the outside world.

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly and stepped inside.

The scene inside the door was once again unexpected.

It lacked the grandeur and magnificence I had imagined, the dazzling displays of jewelry, and even the high-tech temperature and humidity control equipment.

What you see is just a room the size of an ordinary family's study.

It even appears somewhat cramped and overly simplistic.

Three rows of dark brown wooden bookshelves stood against the wall, occupying most of the space.

The bookshelf is an old-fashioned style, made of dark wood, exuding a sense of age and richness.

Center of the room.

There was only an old, solid wood desk and a chair, nothing else.

A unique smell permeated the air.

It has a subtle sweetness unique to aged paper and a faint fragrance emanating from the wood.

The bookshelf was neatly stacked with books, though not in large quantities.

Most book spines don't have fancy names, only simple labels for categorization.

Fist, knife, sword, body, strange, miscellaneous
Fang Qingyu's gaze slowly swept over the category labels.

The purpose of this trip is very simple.

One sword technique, one fist technique, and one body technique.

Hard-body training methods are no longer needed.

Currently, the Nine Tribulations Body and the Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body have been developed.

After perfecting these two hard skills and merging them...

Then you can obtain the hard skills of the Shattered Star Dou Kui system.

What he needs are three martial arts techniques that can be integrated with his existing Thunderous World-Burning Slash, Nine Prisons Breaking Limit, and Thunderous Shadow Escape.

Fortunately, Da Lei did not restrict the number or time he could choose.

Fang Qingyu calmed down and began to browse through the books one by one, starting with the bookshelf labeled with fist-shaped characters.

Most of these ancient books are made of special materials, neither paper nor silk, and are either warm or cool to the touch.

Each book has a concise yet insightful introduction on its title page or first page.

It describes the characteristics, power, and learning threshold of this martial art.

The biggest difference between ancient methods and modern federal martial arts lies in the purity and authenticity of their ranking systems.

If the description says "Great Sun Class," then it absolutely possesses genuine Great Sun Class power, without any exaggeration or falsehood.

Unlike the so-called Great Sun-class destroyers in the Federation arsenal.

In the eyes of someone like Jiang Wei who has truly witnessed the glory of ancient times, many of them are undeserving of their reputation and can only be barely considered pseudo-Great Suns.

This is also the fundamental reason why Fang Qingyu came here specifically.

What he wants is a true Great Sun-level martial art.

Time slipped away quietly with the rustling of turning pages.

Fang Qingyu read very quickly, yet very carefully.

He quickly browsed through most of the dozens of ancient books on boxing techniques on the shelf.

Among them are many incredibly powerful and domineering martial arts techniques.

Such as the Sky-Splitting Hou King Fist, which simulates the fighting spirit of ancient ferocious beasts.

Each one is a gem.

It was enough to stir up a bloodbath in the outside world.

However, Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly.

These ancient methods are powerful, but they don't quite align with the core essence of the Starry Sky that he pursues.

Only two doors were barely acceptable.

One of them is the Seven Killings Breaking Army Gang, which condenses the power of stars and evil spirits to injure enemies.

One style is the Zhou Tian Zhen Yue Fist, which has a vast and powerful fist intent and somewhat simulates the movement of stars.

Fang Qingyu picked up the dark blue jade book that recorded the Zhou Tian Zhen Yue Fist, and then slowly put it down.

My gaze fell on the last few books on the bookshelf, which looked particularly old.

Even the covers of these books are somewhat tattered.

Take a look at these last few books.

If not, then Zhou Tian Zhen Yue Quan should be chosen.

Hope may lie in these dusty old books. My fingertips brushed against the rough cover, and I picked up the first one.

The material is neither gold nor jade, and it feels cold and heavy to the touch. The cover is engraved with several words that are twisted like the trajectory of stars.

Fang Qingyu opened the book, and the introduction on the title page came into view:
"Celestial Tracks: This fist technique does not draw power from fragments of stars, but rather steals the laws governing the movement of the Milky Way! The intent of the fist is to take the seven magnificent trajectories predetermined by ancient stars in the vast void. The initial force of the fist is like a meteor streaking across the sky, swift and unparalleled. As the fist advances, it evolves into various wonderful uses such as pulling, tearing, imprisoning, and throwing, and also contains the mysterious power to distort the trajectory of fate. Every strike is in harmony with the mysteries of celestial mechanics, with an unpredictable trajectory, as if destiny itself is throwing a punch."

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed immediately.

There's almost no need to hesitate.

He then picked up the martial art.

Although these martial arts techniques will eventually be integrated, the stronger the better.

This martial art is clearly different from any I've seen before.

Besides containing the true meaning of the starry sky itself.

It also involved some other mysterious and profound things, which pleased Fang Qingyu greatly.

Fang Qingyu then turned his attention directly to the bookshelf on sword techniques.

On the bookshelf of sword techniques, there are slightly fewer classic texts than those of fist techniques, but each one exudes a sharp and incisive aura.

Fang Qingyu quickly flipped through the pages.

The Great Sun Burning Sky Blade Technique is blazing and domineering, the Nine Nether Soul Severing Slash is sinister and unpredictable, and the Heaven-Splitting Blade Qi is incomparably sharp.
They're all good, but I always feel like something's missing.

Until a thick, black book, as if polished from a single piece of obsidian, fell into my hands.

"Eternal Night Annihilation Blade: The blade descends like eternal night, devouring all light, heat, and life. Its intent is as profound as the dark side of the universe, annihilating stars and burying civilization. When the blade is drawn, there is no light, all sounds cease, leaving only eternal deathly silence. Those who do not understand the true meaning of emptiness and annihilation should not behold it!"

This swordsmanship.
The power is terrifying!?

Fang Qingyu looked at the introduction and was slightly taken aback.

This is an ancient method.

It won't be like modern martial arts where people brag.

Fang Qingyu thought about it for a while and finally decided to bring the book with him.

As for the so-called true meaning of emptiness and annihilation.

It does not matter.

Even without enlightenment, one can still be enlightened by the diagrams.

With a little effort, one will eventually understand.

Finally, there's movement technique.

There are even fewer classic books on the bookshelves.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept quickly across the area.

Ultimately, he was drawn to a booklet made up of countless tiny silver crystals strung together.

"Star Stream Shadow: The body transforms into a cosmic star stream, following the trajectory of stars, moving without end. Moving like a surging galaxy, still like a suspended star. There is no trace to be found, no gap to be exploited. One must draw upon the power of the stars as a guide and understand the mysteries of star orbits."

The description made Fang Qingyu's heart pound.

Drawing upon the power of the stars, following their trajectories.

This is exactly the movement technique we've been looking for, one that perfectly aligns with the true meaning of the starry sky.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Qingyu picked up the booklet of starlight-filled chips.

Together with the previously chosen Celestial Patrol and Eternal Night Annihilation Blade, he turned and walked towards the door.

After two hours of selection, the matter was settled.

The old man in plain clothes still leaned against the door like a stone statue, his head bowed, as if he had never moved.

Fang Qingyu walked up to him.

She calmly said, "Excuse me, I've made my choice."

The old man slowly lifted his eyelids a crack, his cloudy eyes sweeping over the three ancient books in Fang Qingyu's hands.

When his gaze fell upon the Celestial Track and the Eternal Night Annihilation Blade.

A hint of surprise seemed to flicker deep within those murky eyes.

However, he didn't speak, but silently stretched out his withered hand.

Fang Qingyu handed over the three ancient books.

The old man took it, but didn't look at it; he just weighed it in his hand.

He turned and disappeared silently at the end of the corridor.

Fang Qingyu knew that the original book could not be given to him.

So he turned around and walked towards the elevator back to the lobby on the first floor, where he casually found a seat on the side to wait.

The hall was bustling with noise.

The reason I suddenly came to choose martial arts techniques is because of the three days I've had to do so.
Fang Qingyu gained a lot of skill points.

Or you could say it's quite good.

Because for the past three days, the Heavenly Punishment Society's attacks have never stopped.

It was as if the people of the Heavenly Punishment Society had suddenly become enlightened after annihilating the Desolate Bone Gang.

It was no longer the tentative harassment like on the first night.

Instead, they surged like a raging tide, wave after wave, each wave carrying a desperate will as it assaulted the Green Dragon Gang's defenses.

Taikang Road was the hardest hit area.

Countless figures dressed in black or blood-red robes silently rushed towards the street where Fang Qingyu was stationed, like moths drawn to a flame.

This gave Fang Qingyu the opportunity to collect skill points.

Over the past three days, Fang Qingyu has gained a total of 383 skill points.

This shows how many members of the theistic sect Fang Qingyu killed.

And so many skill points.

Fang Qingyu poured all his energy into the old-fashioned skills of the Dragon Fist Grandmaster.

With a slight thought, the diagram unfolds before my eyes.

The results of these three days of intense effort are clearly recorded above:
【Core Skill 3: Nine Tribulations Body Lv.4 (0/8000)】

【Core Skill 4: Thunderous World-Burning Slash Lv.5 (Max)】

【Core Skill 5: Nine Hells Breakthrough Lv.5 (Max)】

【Core Skill 6: Thunderous Shadow Step Lv.5 (Max)】

【Core Skill 8: Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body Lv.4 (0/8000)】

He has mastered all three martial arts styles: sword, fist, and body techniques, reaching a state of perfection.

All you need to do is find a corresponding martial art, upgrade it to perfection, and then you can start fusing the skills of the Shattered Star Dou Kui system.

This was also Fang Qingyu's main purpose in coming here.

What made Fang Qingyu even happier was...

Those two skills belonging to the origin of the Shattered Star Dou Kui, Falling Star and Star Remains, have accumulated through three days of bloody battles and fragmented insights.

The activation progress skyrocketed, like a rocket.

At this moment, the activation progress of both skills, calculated as a percentage, has reached over 80%.

The distance is fully activated, igniting the core killing move of the Shattered Star Dou Kui.

Just one final push away.

It should happen in the next day or two.

Not long after, the figure of the old man in plain clothes appeared at the elevator entrance.

He walked up to Fang Qingyu and handed him three brand-new booklets.

The cover is exactly the same as the original, but the material has changed.

It is clearly a newly made copy.

The old man stared intently at Fang Qingyu with his cloudy eyes and said slowly, "The city lord has not given any instructions, but I would like to say one more thing, and I hope you will try not to spread it."

Fang Qingyu took the three still slightly warm copybooks and nodded: "Of course, I will destroy them after I finish reading them."

The old man nodded almost imperceptibly, said nothing more, turned around, and his hunched figure once again disappeared silently into the direction of the elevator, blending into the background.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu took the three martial arts manuals and walked out of the city lord's mansion hall.

The sun is shining brightly outside.

I got into the SUV parked at the door, the engine roared, and drove back to the Green Dragon Gang's territory.

Night fell once again over Taikang Road.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

At the entrance of that convenience store.

Fang Qingyu's figure moved and flickered under the lights, leaving behind afterimages.

He did not use any of his qi or blood.

Relying solely on the purest physical strength and nerve reflexes.

He practiced the three ancient starry sky techniques he had just acquired in this small space.

The celestial procession moves slowly and heavily, following the orbit of the stars.

Every punch, twist of the waist, and step is accompanied by a unique rhythm.

Fang Qingyu wielded the Eternal Night Annihilation Blade, his fingers forming a blade as he slashed through the void.

The movements are simple and direct, without any frills, yet they carry a dark atmosphere that devours all light.

Although I haven't even begun to grasp the basics of the three ancient methods.

They did not use any of their abilities.

But some clues can be seen during this drill.

After practicing for a while, Fang Qingyu wiped his forehead and walked to the small folding table next to him.

The phone screen next to me suddenly lit up.

Fang Qingyu turned his head to look.

The screen displays an internal communication group comprised of core members of the Green Dragon Gang.

The message was sent by Lao Chu.

I posted a photo.

The background of the photo is a dimly lit alleyway filled with construction debris. The lighting is poor, but enough to make out a body lying face down on the ground.

The corpse was wearing a dark purple, tight-fitting combat suit.

The fatal wound was in his back, a hole that almost shattered his entire chest cavity.

Below the photo was a text message sent by Lao Chu, clearly expressing surprise and disbelief:
"Brothers, look at this guy. I found him while cleaning up the rats on the outskirts. He was lying in ambush, trying to sneak up on us, but I just killed him. But why does he look so familiar? Does anyone remember him?"

The text was followed by a confused emoji of someone scratching their head.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly as he looked at him.

I zoomed in on the photo with my fingertips, staring intently at the face distorted by death and pain.

but
Very strange.

Fang Qingyu was certain that he did not know them.

After a brief silence in the group, messages started popping up.

"do not know."

"They look unfamiliar; they're not like those mad dogs from the Heavenly Punishment Society."

"Is the color of this dress from the Bauhinia Society?"

Bauhinia Gathering?
Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed immediately.

He then copied the photo of the corpse that Lao Chu had sent and opened the chat window with Yan Lin.

Send it directly.

Fingers tap rapidly on the screen:
"Are these people from the Bauhinia Society?"

Message sent.

Almost simultaneously, Yan Lin's reply popped up, incredibly fast, containing only one word:

"Yes."

Then, less than five seconds later...

Yan Lin sent a second message:

"The Bauhinia Society members have already started appearing on your battlefield???"

The three question marks emphasized the tone.

Fang Qingyu: "Hmm. The ambush has been completed."

This time, Yan Lin remained silent for a full half minute.

The message "The other party is typing" appears at the top of the dialog box.

The prompt appears and disappears repeatedly.

Finally, a line of text appeared:

"Understood. Kill them if they need to. But please keep the bodies for me and send someone to this place (coordinates attached). I want to see what kind of tampering has been done to them."

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu replied crisply and decisively.

Immediately switch back to the group chat, click on Lao Chu's profile picture, and initiate a private message:

"Old Chu, don't move the body. Find two brothers who can keep their mouths shut and have clean hands, and send them to this coordinate immediately."

"Understood! Brother Yu! Do it right away!"

Old Chu's reply came immediately, without any unnecessary words.

After dealing with this unexpected incident, Fang Qingyu put his phone back on the table and regained his composure.

Rested for a while.

He then resumed his stance and continued practicing the three ancient starry sky techniques.

night.

Every second ticked away during the drill.

However, the anticipated attack by the Heavenly Punishment Society never came.

An hour passed.
Two hours passed
The Taikang Road neighborhood was eerily quiet.

Apart from the faint sound of wind generated by Fang Qingyu's drill, there were no other sounds.

This abnormal stillness.

It quickly spread within the group.

"It's eerily quiet here, not a soul in sight! What about you guys?"

"Me too, there's no one here today. Have those bastards from the Heavenly Punishment Society changed their ways?"

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!"

Messages scrolled through the group, all conveying the same message.

Calm, a calm unlike any other.

Throughout the entire Qinglong Gang's entire territory, not a single decent attack was suffered.

Even the occasional minor disturbances that usually occur have completely disappeared.

Fang Qingyu stopped the drill.

I stood quietly in the cold night wind at the entrance of the convenience store.

The light from the phone screen illuminated my profile.

He scanned the messages in the group but did not reply.

These three days.
The actions of the Heavenly Punishment Society are inherently full of contradictions and strangeness.

The terrifying power they had previously displayed was enough to annihilate the Desolate Bone Clan in a short time.
It didn't appear at all during those three days.

Instead, they kept sending out the maximum number of Green Dragon Gang garrison squads they could handle, only to have their own casualties sent one after another.

this matter.

It's something I've known since day one.

However, Fang Qingyu did not mention this discrepancy.

First of all, it's always good to kill more members of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

If members of the Heavenly Punishment Society truly want their subordinates to die, they will do anything to make them die.

So whether they kill or not makes no difference.

Secondly, by having them kill, one can gain skill points, and others can also use this opportunity to hone their skills in actual combat, so there's no downside to it.

And tonight.
The Divine Punishment Society stopped suicides.

This means that they have likely already achieved their goal.

There's no need to send any more of my men to their deaths.

This also means that the tacit understanding between the two sides, which had lasted for three days, has come to a complete end.

Fang Qingyu slowly raised his head and looked towards the eastern horizon.

There, at the edge of the deep, dark blue night sky, a faint, almost imperceptible, pale light had begun to seep out.

The first light of dawn is striving to cut through the heavy darkness.

A true battle to the death.
And it will be coming soon.

(End of this chapter)