"Not bad, not bad, if you can talk, say a few more sentences."

The team leader nearby heard this.

Hurriedly moved the phone closer and recorded the sentence just now.

"Coach, this isn't quite right..."

Tang Lingchuan came back to his senses, pointed at the phone with a wry smile.

He looked carefully and only then realized...the screen wasn't recording, but was a live stream room.

The camera was locked firmly on Fang Qingyu.

The barrage was flying all over the screen.

"Lin the lunatic asked me to start the live show, and no one else can see this live stream, it's fine."

The team leader waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Winner, Fang Qingyu!"

Soon, the Martial Arts Grandmaster announced the result of this eye-popping match.

And Fang Qingyu showed not the slightest fatigue.

Instead, the golden patterns on his body were even more intense.

"Fang Qingyu is an inheritor..."

When the elder removed the restrictions on those red-name individuals, they quickly explained to their family disciples who were not yet eliminated.

This kind of special effect observation method was unheard of.

Could only be the ancient technique.

The situation in the arena became clear instantly.

Fang Qingyu was obviously going to take down everyone in the arena.

And wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal.

In this case, they couldn't passively take on the fight anymore.

Otherwise, with strong and weak mixed together, a battle that might have had a chance would be directly crushed.

Alliance!

The Martial Arts Apprentices who had not been eliminated exchanged a look, understanding each other's thoughts.

Seeing Fang Qingyu casually heading towards another relatively intact direction.

A voice immediately sounded from the crowd.

"Fang Qingyu, do you dare to let us challenge you in three waves?"

At this moment, there was no time to care about losing face.

If everyone here was genuinely beaten by a single person, that would be truly embarrassing.

"Sure."

"But only 2 minutes of preparation time."

Fang Qingyu immediately stopped, swept his eyes over the person, thought for only two seconds, then nodded in agreement.

Three waves, huh.

Each wave with dozens of people.

That's almost exactly his limit.

And saves time.

There were still 25 minutes remaining, it was more than enough.

"No need for 2 minutes, 1 minute is enough!"

Although he didn't understand why Fang Qingyu was in such a rush, as if shortening the time could show they weren't afraid, the person who spoke snorted coldly.

Fang Qingyu was naturally pleased.

He stood on the spot, closed his eyes to rest.

For a moment, the golden light was fully restrained...

He looked at the diagram.

During the previous challenge, the Martial Arts Apprentice experience was completely perfected.

The first prerequisite had already been met.

Now all that was needed was to crush all these people, get the rewards, resources.

Then he could prepare for a breakthrough to the Martial Artist.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu opened his eyes again.

In front of him, there were already dozens of people, holding weapons, staring at him nervously.

If before he was provoking them to come up.

But at this moment.

Fang Qingyu was truly a bit disappointed.

Facing a strong enemy.

Calmness is something a Martial Artist can and must achieve.

If they couldn't even achieve this.

What battle could there be!?

"Are you ready?"

The long knife was unsheathed again.

The golden patterns rose from under Fang Qingyu's feet, the golden light expanding and contracting like a black hole around him...

The battle line formed by dozens of Martial Arts Apprentices surged like a tidal wave.

Knife lights and sword shadows wove into a dense net pressing towards the center of the arena.

The Copper Rings on the Coiling Dragon Pillar moved without wind, producing thousands of clear dragon roars.

Fang Qingyu lightly tapped the green bricks with his toes.

The ground rumbled like thunder, cobweb-like cracks exploded from beneath his feet, each crevice emitting a molten-like golden glow.

The long knife was swung horizontally, raising a three-foot light waterfall.

The trajectory of the blade's wind condensed into a tangible golden crack in midair!

The weapons of the first twelve people were completely shattered.

The broken blade fragments wrapped in golden flames were thrown back into the crowd, bursting into dazzling starfire on the blood mist barrier.

The second wave's joint attack had not yet formed.

Fang Qingyu had already soared into the sky on the backs of the people flying backwards, gold patterns in his hair converging into a solar flare, the entire being turning into a descending sun.

Boom——

An annular shockwave swept across all directions.

The surface of the green brick ground was lifted, rubble dyed in gold within the golden storm.

The Martial Artists barely withstood the impact, their vision obstructed, hands seared with intense pain, could only see a chaotic, solitary golden light weaving through the crowd.

"Retreat! Get out of here!"

Screams were drowned out by the tornado-like blade roars.

Fang Qingyu spun his body, slashing out a crescent arc of light, tearing the blood mist barrier like thin paper wherever it passed.

The last twenty-four Martial Arts Apprentices were swept into the air by the Qi Force.

Collided with the Coiling Dragon Pillar, shaking loose torrents of Copper Rings.

When the last fragment of the blade fell with a clang.

In the dust and mist, only the young man stood with his sword, behind him dozens of knife marks plowed into the blue stone floor, unconscious figures lying everywhere around.

White light from the dome plunged straight down.

Reflecting the golden patterns around Fang Qingyu, like a god awakening in the shrine.

The sound of porcelain breaking came from the stands.

A tea cup slipped from the hand of a red-name Martial Artist.

Seeming particularly piercing in the pervasive silence.

No need to fight anymore...

When fighting 20 people and fighting 80 people makes no difference for one person.

The number of people at this moment became a joke.

Many of the red-name Martial Artists couldn't help but curl up their lips in a wry smile.

Martial Technique Transformation Realm, Perfection.

Observation Method Perfection.

Qi Blood Transport Technique Transformation Realm.

The physical foundation seemed to be tempered to the limit.

Where did this monster come from!!?

The Martial Technique was easy to see, after all, they had learned it too.

And the characteristic of Observation Method Perfection...

Was Fang Qingyu's golden light that could already extend a short distance beyond the body.

Effortlessly crushing Martial Arts Apprentices in close combat.

Putting it all together...

It really could clash with the newly extraordinary Martial Arts individuals.

And Fang Qingyu had no idea what they were thinking.

He frowned and glanced around.

"The next wave?"

Wherever his eyes, with their unusual pupils, landed, not only did the Martial Arts Apprentices instinctively lower their heads, but even some older Martial Artists dared not meet his gaze.

Earlier, Fang Qingyu mentioned letting the proprietor take the stage.

He really wasn't joking!

Who would dare provoke him at this moment?

"If they don't come up in the next minute, can we consider this a forfeit!?"

Fang Qingyu slightly frowned, turning his head to look at the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this.

His gaze also swept over, and as a minute passed, he directly announced the winner.

Another minute passed.

Apart from Tang Lingchuan and a few others, most had their heads down, eyes closed, opting to remove themselves from the scene.

The middle-aged man seemed to be witnessing such a situation for the first time.

Apart from disappointment in his eyes,

there was also a hint of relief when he looked at Fang Qingyu.

With every exceptional talent like him, the Federation's hope increases that much more.

"I announce, the champion of the 2025 Martial Arts Apprentice competition is."

"Fang Qingyu!!"

As soon as the words fell.

In the arena, Tang Lingchuan was the first to stand up, face flushed red, clapping furiously.

But...

He was the only one.

For a moment, the scene turned a bit awkward.

However, Fang Qingyu didn't mind, smiled at Tang Lingchuan, and clasped his fists in acknowledgment.

In any case, he had won the championship.

Whether anyone congratulated him didn't matter.

As long as he completed the task entrusted by the elder and obtained the resources he needed, that was enough.

Practicing martial arts is not meant for fame, applause, or envious gazes.

On the path to getting stronger,

solitude has always been a constant companion.

Fang Qingyu had already gotten used to it, and as the golden patterns across his body faded, he naturally returned to his seat.

The arena instantly turned silent.

No one dared to move, or speak.

Yet Fang Qingyu... felt a bit hungry after the series of fights.

He began to devour the food on the table.

"Hehe..."

Until the elder seated at the very front suddenly stood up.

He closed his eyes and laughed lightly.

With a voice as aged as the creaking copper rings around their feet resonating in the air.

"I have seen Martial Artists daring to hold the rear alone even during a blood flood, have seen Death Warriors having their spines crushed by Alien Gods yet still biting into the enemy's throat..."

The sound of footsteps struck the heartstrings of everyone, causing a wave of panic in their hearts.

"But this is the first time I've ever seen such a spectacle, where hundreds of people are scared like quail by a child with a blade."

The elder chuckled, his voice rolling in his throat.

His cloudy eyes swept over those shrinking figures, each shivered unconsciously as his gaze passed over them.

"In the past, your masters breached the Life Ghost Nest, and continued hacking away even with intestines falling out, tied up with grass ropes, but now..."

"Being terrified by a child, and still dare call yourselves Martial Artists?"

The elder suddenly opened his eyes after speaking, blue-purple lightning breaking from the sockets, roaring down the Coiling Dragon Pillar in conjunction with a thunderous clash from the copper rings.

An invisible wave erupted from his hunchbacked frame, splintering and overturning all the blue bricks within a ten-foot radius, as if the Red-Name Martial Artists were pawns hit by a giant palm, tea sets and tables were sent flying, carving grooves into the ground.

Yet the Martial Arts Apprentices remained unharmed.

"Wait until the Life Ghost tracks your shaking knees, or until the heretics dismantle the Martial Temple, and all you can say is, 'Please destroy me in three rounds'?"

The elder burst out laughing suddenly, his withered face wrinkling like bark.

"Though, it's not entirely your fault, these kids."

"The crooked top beam leads the lower beams astray."

"Some of these old coffins should pack up and leave early, squatting and not doing anything, and if I see you next year, I'll withdraw all the training slots for the Martial Arts Hall!"

With that said, the elder, as if losing interest, waved dismissively: "Xue Yun, you take care of the rest."

He then glanced at Fang Qingyu.

Upon hearing the whispers around him, Fang Qingyu quickly wiped his hands, stood up, and followed along.

The two walked out of the Martial Arts Hall, one behind the other.

"Damn it, staying in there for a bit makes it feel like I'm being infected by those old coffins."

As soon as they stepped out, the elder immediately started cursing.

Fang Qingyu seemed accustomed to this.

From those few words earlier, it was evident the elder's personality... even at this age, was still very volatile.

"Why aren't you talking, upset I used you?"

After speaking, the elder looked at the silent Fang Qingyu.

Actually, the earlier confrontation aimed at the Red-Name Martial Artists wasn't even feigned.

The elder intentionally had Fang Qingyu do what he did today.

So that he could say those words.

Fang Qingyu paused momentarily upon hearing this, and shook his head: "No."

He truly didn't mind.

To achieve what the other party asked, as long as he got what he wanted in return,

that wasn't being used,

but rather, everyone getting what they need.

"Back then, each city had only two or three Martial Arts Halls at best..."

"Then the Great Wall incident erupted, spawning hundreds of 'Martial Artist heroes,' heroes they may be, which was originally a good thing."

"But look at now!"

"How many old coffins were in there just now, those absent, some are already eighty years old, lying in hospitals on oxygen but still unwilling to relinquish power..."

It seemed the elder had been holding this in for a while, unable to bear it today.

It all came spilling out in a rant.

Afterwards, he added one more thing.

"Including the head of your Martial Arts Hall, also an old coffin."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback listening...

Speaking of which, he had never seen the head of his own Martial Arts Hall.

Even though he entered the special training class.

But given the elder's status and ability, listening to his complaints was enough.

No need to say anything further.

One spoke, the other listened.

They slowly walked out of the alley, arriving at the riverside by the ancient street.

"Do you know what Lin Kang sought for you?"

After venting, the elder quietly looked at the sky across the river and suddenly spoke.

"I don't know."

Fang Qingyu shook his head.

He'd always been curious about this point, but no one ever said a word.

"A Divine Armament, a weapon once used by the God, there are less than a thousand in the entire Federation."

The elder spoke.

He raised his old, wrinkled hand.

His palm opened.

A black box suddenly appeared.

Fang Qingyu's gaze was instantly drawn.

A series of numbers was engraved on the outside of the box.

Number—SM778!?

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