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Chapter 94 Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush.

Dusk was falling outside the porthole.

The giant passenger plane slowly landed at Beijing International Airport.

Fang Qingyu dragged his suitcase out of the terminal, and the evening breeze carried the unique, bustling atmosphere of the city.

This was his first time leaving his province in this world.

I thought Qingjian City's infrastructure was good enough, but I didn't expect that Shangjing's infrastructure is even more exaggerated than Shanghai in my previous life.

Took a taxi.

We headed straight to the nearby hotel we had booked in advance.

He didn't go with Tang Lingchuan and the others, since they were competitors in this competition.

Put your luggage down.

Fang Qingyu made himself a cup of tea and went to the window.

I leaned against the balcony and watched the sunset.

The sky was filled with reddish-purple clouds, the aroma of oden wafted from the convenience store downstairs, and the traffic lights were crowded with people leaving get off work.

Almost 20 years have passed.

For the first ten years, I was overwhelmed by school bullying, and it wasn't until high school that I could finally stand up straight.

After graduating and receiving the martial arts manual, life became like a taut bowstring.

I practice martial arts in the morning, and then go to work.

His daily routine was so fulfilling that Fang Qingyu sometimes longed for the carefree life he used to lead, a life where he didn't have to do anything.

However, Fang Qingyu always crushes these emotions whenever they arise.

Weakness, confusion, loneliness, and so on.
They should all be crushed under the blows of fists.

He drank the tea in one gulp.

Fang Qingyu turned around, picked up the Black Wolf Essential Oil, and poured it on himself without any hesitation.

I have these thoughts in mind.

Why not learn martial arts!

the next day.

Fang Qingyu took a taxi to the location Lin Kang had sent him.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated alley in front of me.

He walked in with a hesitant expression.

"Longyuan Martial Arts School"

After walking for a few minutes, I looked at the ebony plaque above my head and realized that the name of the venue matched.

There were also people checking the nameplates at the entrance.

The surrounding blue brick walls are covered with trumpet creeper, and the bronze wind chimes hanging under the eaves ring softly in the evening breeze.

It gives people a sense of antiquity and tranquility.

Fang Qingyu stepped forward.

"Hello, is this the venue for the competition?"

"Yes, please show me your name tag. Where is your coach?"

The staff member smiled politely.

"Uh, I'm both a player and a team leader."

Fang Qingyu pulled out two nameplates that looked like photos, one for the contestant and one for the team leader.

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"Welcome, Mr. Fang. I wish you great success."

However, the fact that he could be a doorman at a martial arts school shows that he was of high quality and quickly adjusted.

Fang Qingyu stepped over the ebony threshold.

The sound of bronze wind chimes was left behind.

Facing you is a breathtakingly spacious domed space, with sixteen wooden pillars in the shape of coiled dragons supporting a seven-tiered dougong (bracket set) ceiling.

An octagonal glass lantern hangs from each of the eaves.

The warm yellow light wove dragon-scale-like spots of light onto the bluish-gray floor tiles.

Huh.
Even though Fang Qingyu had seen many ancient and luxurious buildings.

Everyone was captivated by this scene.

This must be the ceiling of an ancient, luxurious building.

By this time, quite a few people were already seated around.

It was somewhat like an ancient banquet, with tables set up, food and wine laid out, and a group of people watching the martial arts competition while eating meat, drinking and discussing.

This was the first time Fang Qingyu had ever seen this kind of martial arts competition.

But when it comes, make peace with it.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Walk along the edge to the location marked with a sign for Morning Breeze Martial Arts School.

One person has two seats to themselves.

It was quite comfortable.

Looking up and glancing around, he saw that most of the people there were red-named martial artists, sitting in their seats with their martial arts apprentices, their expressions solemn.

But when Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on the seat at the very back.
His expression froze slightly.

【? ? ? 】

Three red question marks stand out in comparison to other martial artists or martial arts masters.

It's a bit conspicuous.

There are professions that can't be seen from the diagrams! ? ?
Or.

That old man was incredibly powerful, reaching a certain limit.

With my current strength, I'm unable to investigate!

However, the graph function is still working properly, as other people's information is displayed correctly.

The problem wasn't with myself, but with the old man.

soon.

The surrounding seats were full of people.

Except for Lin Kang, no one was absent.

A clear, melodious chime rang out from the dome.

The octagonal glass lanterns on the eaves lit up one after another, illuminating the entire martial arts school as if it were daytime.

A middle-aged man had somehow appeared in the center of the field, his clothes fluttering even without wind. Though he was just standing there casually, he seemed like an unshakeable mountain.

"As in the past, there were no rules or regulations for the martial arts competition."

"Who will stand until the end."

"Whoever becomes this year's martial arts champion."

Fang Qingyu listened in his seat, stunned.

Just like in ancient times, there was no lottery; anyone could initiate a challenge at will, and the strong would stay and the weak would be eliminated.

For a while.

The room quieted down slightly.

Who wants to be the first to stick their neck out?
Fang Qingyu sat quietly, eating fruit and watching the play.

Anyway, he's all alone. As long as he's not in a hurry, it's others who are.

Before anyone could even take the stage...

His ear.

Suddenly, a murmured sound came from inside.
Fang Qingyu subconsciously looked up at the old man with the question mark sitting deep inside.

The other person also slightly opened their sleepy, yellowish old eyes.

Looked over here.

His eyes seemed calm and still.

But there was still a hint of humor in it.

Having no other choice, Fang Qingyu gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked to the center of the field less than 10 seconds after announcing the rules.

At the same time, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

"that."

"You, the one from Xingxuan Martial Arts School, I challenge you."

Fang Qingyu pointed in a random direction and then said.

"?"

The young man from Xingxuan Martial Arts School immediately darkened his face.

They didn't even remember the name of the martial arts school. Are they just randomly picking people?

Seeing that Fang Qingyu had no intention of changing his mind, the young man stood up slowly with a dark face and walked towards him.

At the same time, he was recalling the intelligence in his mind.

Fang Qingyu of Chenfeng Martial Arts School, a practitioner of Bajiquan and the Thunder-Slaying Blade, once single-handedly killed a Ghost of Fate before even practicing the visualization method.
"Excuse me, could you please hurry? I'm in a bit of a rush."

Fang Qingyu noticed his slow and hesitant manner.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He was just about to watch the others fight when a voice, like a telepathic message, rang in his ear.

"If you want the reward Lin Kang fought for you, beat everyone here to a pulp within 30 minutes, or forget it."

So now, for Fang Qingyu...
Time is money!!
"Arrogant!!"

Upon hearing this, the young man's face immediately flushed with anger.

He quickly walked up to Fang Qingyu.

Although he was angry, he still clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Xingxuan Martial Arts School, Fu Yubin!"

"Please enlighten me!!"

"Chenfeng Martial Arts School, Fang Qingyu!"

Although Fang Qingyu was in a hurry, he still couldn't neglect this basic courtesy.

And just as he finished speaking...

The two moved at the same time.

Visualization techniques, Qi and blood techniques, and martial arts techniques have all been mastered, and the basic skills are solid!

Just one punch.

Fang Qingyu could roughly guess the other party's background.

but
It's still a bit mediocre.

boom--

Fu Yubin could fly as fast as he could rush.

He crashed heavily into the distant dragon pillar, coughing up blood as he tried to sit up, only to find that his spine seemed to have lost all its strength.
She looked at Fang Qingyu in horror.

This monster shattered all his internal energy with just one punch!?

Fang Qingyu had already turned back to the audience seats.

"Next person."

He casually traced his finger across the front row, "That guy in the green vest from Tianhai Martial Arts School."

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

The silver-haired old man from Tianhai Martial Arts School slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

The people in other positions were also in an uproar.

Fang Qingyu, on the other hand, felt the threat emanating from the other party.
He hesitated and said, "Or you can go instead."

"I'm really in a bit of a rush."

(End of this chapter)