From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

After the first three battles.

Fang Qing had already grasped part of the design concept of the "Eighteen Bronze Men Formation".

The bronze figures on each iron chain.

It was by no means a random arrangement.

Instead, it follows a certain pattern of alternating strengths and weaknesses, and complementary offense and defense.

It is very likely that the middle cableway is equipped with a powerful combination of bronze figures.

On the adjacent cableways on both sides.

The corresponding individual strength of the bronze warriors will be relatively weak.

This means that their military strength is not top-notch.

However, the quick-witted and observant disciple left a loophole for the challenge.

This is just like a real battlefield.

There will always be weaknesses.

A true strongman.

It is by no means a matter of simply relying on force to confront them.

Instead, they use their strengths.

Attack the enemy's weaknesses.

Only then can we defeat the enemy.

Fang Qing now understood.

This training mission involves transporting supplies.

It tests much more than just individual strength and physical ability.

It also includes the tactical ability to assess the situation and command in complex environments.

For Fang Qing, who had already perfected the Undying Golden Body Refining Technique and possessed fierce spear skills.

He could have chosen a more direct approach.

Overcome skill with force, defeat slowness with speed.

He used the hawk-shaped spear in his hand.

Cut a straight path through!

"Breaking Army Returning Dragon Thrust!"

Fang Qing's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

No longer retained.

The Falcon Spear transformed into streaks of deadly black rainbow.

It was accompanied by a piercing shriek.

It stabbed fiercely at one bronze figure after another that blocked its path.

"Rainbow Strike!"

The spear flashed like a dragon.

Its momentum is overwhelming.

A bronze figure holding a shield was pierced through along with its torso.

Wood chips mixed with flying copper paint splattered everywhere.

"They'll rebel against your will!"

The spearhead, like a poisonous dragon turning its head, pierced the darkness.

They countered from an extremely tricky angle.

Another bronze figure, wielding two short swords, ambushed them from the side.

Cut open from the ribs to the shoulder!

The intricate internal gears, springs, and latches are exposed.

It exploded and scattered all over the ground with a crackling sound.

Each clash between the spearhead and the bronze figure produced a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

Sparks flew everywhere.

It stood out starkly in the dim canyon.

The dull thuds of impact, the cracking of wood and stone, and the twisting of metal filled the air.

The air was thick with the smell of sawdust and dust.

It had a faint, fishy smell mixed with the lubricating grease from the bronze figure mechanism.

It permeates the air.

He was unstoppable.

It has been deeply carved into the middle section of the bronze statue formation.

at this time.

He encountered another group of formidable bronze figures.

A heavy-duty spiked club.

The other one was wielding a meteor hammer with an iron chain.

Coordinate efforts at both near and far distances.

The blockade is tight.

Fang Qing made a quick judgment.

Without turning his head, he shouted sternly:

"Zhanbo! Zeng Qian! Third cable car on the left, jump back after passing two body lengths!"

The shout hadn't even finished.

He had already rubbed his body and climbed straight up.

They neither dodged nor avoided it.

He charged toward the whistling meteor hammer that came crashing down!

"Is he insane?!"

They followed closely behind, not far behind.

Just as Fang Qing had previously instructed.

Zhanbo, who was traveling along the side cableway, saw this.

I was so startled I almost tripped and fell.

Zeng Qian, who was almost on par with him.

A strange light flashed in those charming peach blossom eyes.

A slight smile curved her rosy lips.

Just a moment before the meteor hammer struck Fang Qing's body.

His body snapped violently as if it had no bones.

He narrowly avoided the iron ball that was accompanied by a fierce wind.

At the same time, exert force with your feet.

He took advantage of the momentum and soared into the air.

Like a soaring eagle.

He lunged at the bronze figure wielding a spiked club behind him.

Breaking Army Returning Dragon Thrust...Piercing Rainbow Style!

The spear's edge surged.

Man and gun become one.

"Boom!"

The bronze man with the spiked club was pierced through the chest by the terrifying explosive force contained in this shot.

The massive body was thrown backward.

It even caused the iron chain connecting it to jerk violently.

Fang Qing had already used the force of the counter-shock.

Twisting waist in mid-air.

With a single, sweeping motion, the Falcon Spear swept across the entire army.

Breaking Army Returning Dragon Thrust... Reverse Scale Rebellion!

The spear lashed out at the bronze figure, who had just retracted his meteor hammer and was about to attack again.

"Snap!"

A chilling cracking sound came clearly.

The bronze figure's head was tilted at an odd angle.

The movement froze instantly.

Fang Qing landed steadily back on the slightly swaying iron chain.

His breathing was slightly rapid.

But his eyes remained sharp as knives.

Zhanbo and Zeng Qian are behind him.

We have already taken this opportunity.

Following his instructions.

Take a short, fast ride on the weaker cable car on the left.

After easily defeating the two individual bronze figures.

Seize the opportunity.

Take a leap.

It landed steadily back on the iron chain behind Fang Qing.

Zhanbo's honest face was covered in sweat.

But he grinned widely.

She smiled with genuine gratitude at Fang Qing's retreating figure.

"Brother Fang! Thanks to you!"

Zeng Qian landed lightly on the iron chain.

Her figure is graceful.

Like a feather.

She was slightly out of breath.

Her full breasts rose and fell with the movement.

A few strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to her smooth forehead and long, jade-like neck.

It adds a touch of lazy and alluring charm.

She raised her peach blossom eyes, brimming with moisture.

He took a deep look at Fang Qing's tall and straight back.

His gaze shifted, carrying a subtle hint of appreciation.

Thanks...

Fang Qing did not turn around.

He just nodded slightly.

Their gazes were already fixed on the remaining bronze figures on the cable car ahead.

He charged forward again, gun raised.

His figure and the black spear in his hand seemed to merge into one.

Towards the end of the bronze statue formation.

A sudden and reckless advance!

Wherever Fang Qing went, the bronze figures were either thrown into the air or shaken into deep valleys.

The sounds of explosions and impacts echoed violently in the deep canyon.

Lu Jianfeng is fighting hard on the second cableway on the right.

I just used a fierce sword technique.

It cleaved a bronze figure wielding a knife backward.

He glanced at the cable car in the middle when he had a moment to spare.

The next moment, Lu Jianfeng looked in Fang Qing's direction, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints!

He could hardly believe his eyes.

Fang Qing's figure was already approaching the last few checkpoints of the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation!

The speed at which it moved was astonishing.

What shocked Lu Jianfeng even more was that Fang Qing's method of passing the test was not brute force.

Facing most of the bronze figures, he merely swayed his body or lightly touched them with the tip of his spear to gain leverage, and then darted past them with an almost graceful movement.

Only when he encountered a difficult combination of bronze warriors with tricky moves and close coordination would he pause slightly, and the dark spear in his hand would transform into several cold stars, accurately striking the weak joints of the bronze warriors' mechanisms.

With a soft "click," the bronze figure paused in its movements.

He seized the fleeting moment and darted past!

Suddenly, he remembered something and hurriedly turned around to look back.

This glance made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

The slender and graceful figure, Zeng Qian, was far ahead of him, almost touching Fang Qing's head and tail.

Even Zhanbo, whom he had always considered the worst and insignificant, was now only one step behind Zeng Qian.

The gap between Zhanbo and Lu Jianfeng was at least five bronze men!

"No...impossible!" Lu Jianfeng roared inwardly, veins bulging on his forehead.

The top-ranked disciple among the last fifty, the elite ranked fiftieth in the preparatory camp, was far surpassed by a newcomer ranked eighty-fifth.

It can't even compare to the notoriously low-end exhibition booth?

If things really end like this, not only will the five precious Qi Gathering Pills and the qualification for refining in the Yangzhou Armory be completely out of reach.

From now on, in this Salt Patrol Guard Reserve Camp, Lu Jianfeng will surely become a laughing stock for everyone, and he will never be able to hold his head high again!

The thought of his colleagues' mocking gazes and whispers sent a surge of anger and rage through Lu Jianfeng.

"Get out of my way!"

His face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, and he let out a deep, beast-like roar. His blood and qi surged wildly within him, and his already slightly fatigued sword aura suddenly intensified by another three points!

The sword light became brutal and domineering, no longer following any rules, but simply slashing forward ruthlessly, trying to crush all the bronze figures blocking its way with absolute power.

clang!clang!clang!

The sound of metal clashing suddenly became as dense as a torrential rain.

Lu Jianfeng's speed in breaking through the formation also increased dramatically...

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