CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: INSTANT KILL!

Fang Qingyu and Qin Qi were taken aback.

Gonggong!

Could it be that ancient iron-headed figure!!?

"Really, the higher-ups didn’t even think of it initially, but a big shot came a few days ago, and after re-testing, it was confirmed."

Wu Yan saw their expressions and knew they didn’t believe him, so he explained seriously.

"Then you..."

Qin Qi looked at him strangely.

"Ahem, if I didn’t tell you, you’d find out today anyway."

Wu Yan acted nonchalantly.

"After the higher-ups misjudged, they compensated Tong Ran with some resources. Now, that special effect in his fights... even a fool can see it."

"Qingzi, you need to be careful."

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly.

Originally, he never underestimated those believers.

Plus, in the Martial Arts Class here, there were already quite a few formidable opponents.

The appearance of Tong Ran...

Only made this ranking battle more interesting.

As for the misjudgment of the title.

The two classes were originally far apart, and the titles in the Believers Class were all over the place.

Fang Qingyu honestly didn’t pay much attention.

The number of people in the training hall was increasing.

Besides the staff, there was even a group in military uniforms, along with Lin Kang, Qin Hui, and others.

"Captain Lin."

Fang Qingyu stood up to greet them.

"Qin Jiao, Coach Zheng."

"Call me Brother Qin, Sister Zheng. You might be more powerful than us now."

Qin Hui heard this and laughed, patting Fang Qingyu on the arm.

It was the first time such a straightforward compliment came from Qin Hui’s mouth.

Previously, even after Fang Qingyu killed Life Ghosts and single-handedly crushed believers, Qin Hui never acknowledged him so plainly.

Zheng Lin also watched, smiling.

"Alright."

Fang Qingyu smiled and nodded.

"Moreover, you’ve been transferred to our group. After you graduate from the Special Training Class, you can start working directly. Don’t forget."

Qin Hui suddenly remembered something and looked at Fang Qingyu seriously.

"I know. I promised, I won’t forget."

After they finished talking.

Lin Kang then advised lightly from the side.

"You have to get into the top 3 this time."

The non-negotiable tone left Fang Qingyu momentarily stunned, but he quickly responded and nodded seriously.

"I will."

"Go for it, Qingzi!!"

"If you don’t make it, come back, and I’ll give you special training again."

After some ’friendly’ cheering, Fang Qingyu returned to his seat.

Besides the people from the Special Training Class this time.

Many unexpected spectators had arrived too.

Until half an hour later.

Ji Yang stood in the center of the field, didn’t use a microphone, but his voice exploded across the whole place.

"Now, everyone line up and draw lots. Those with matching numbers will face off."

Fang Qingyu and his group immediately stood up.

They walked towards the drawing box in the center.

They also saw that Tong Ran.

[Angry Wave Priest]

This profession name... you’d have to be crazy to see a connection to Gonggong.

However, it’s not just Tong Ran.

The professional titles of these believers were more abstract one after another.

Fang Qingyu hadn’t discovered any that related to Gods yet.

Maybe that’s how the chart shows it.

Or maybe...

They’re not worthy of being believers of the Gods yet.

It’s unclear for now.

Perhaps in the future, if there’s ever a chance to see a God, the truth will be known.

He reached into the box and casually drew a lot.

21.

Once everyone finished drawing.

The results of the matchups also appeared on the big screen next to the hall.

Fang Qingyu’s matchup was in the middle.

The opponent’s name was Qiao Xing.

From the Martial Arts Class.

Fang Qingyu knew him.

Power at 456KG, had mastered the Qi Blood Transport Technique.

"It’s a good thing I don’t have the same number as you."

After Wu Yan and Qin Qi returned, they checked each other’s number tags.

"It’s starting."

Fang Qingyu reminded.

Speaking of which, until now, he had never seen a matchup between peers of genius.

That Yuanze didn’t count.

He wasn’t even qualified to enter the Special Training Class.

Before the ranking battle started, no one had ever clashed.

The few sparring sessions were only for practice.

And today.

It was destined to be a day of exciting battles.

Because the referee for the matches was none other than the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

With him around, no matter how intense the fight became, it should be stopped in time.

The first showdown.

Conducted by two believers.

You can guess from the professional titles of both.

One has a fire ability.

The other is wood.

Fire naturally restrains the wood element.

The dazzling extraordinary ability effects made all the surrounding Martial Arts Apprentices envious...

This is also the ability to restrain the martial artist.

For the elemental system ability believers, their flames are not just ordinary flames.

Just as they thought of this.

Suddenly, the flames on the field exploded.

Boom——

Black smoke spread in all directions.

"Phew..."

A sound of blowing, quiet but exploding in the field.

The black smoke, as if guided, quickly rolled into a ball and surged toward the ventilation holes.

Once the black smoke dispersed.

The Martial Arts Grandmaster already held a person in his hand.

At the same time, he announced that the Fire Element believer had won.

This formidable power utterly shocked everyone present...

"What are you standing around for, Number 2, get up there!"

Fortunately, Ji Yang didn’t forget his duties and shouted immediately.

The match continued.

But the scene just now is likely unforgettable for everyone present.

Soon, Wu Yan and Qin Qi went on stage one after another.

Both won steadily.

Their strength is actually quite good, ranked steadily in the top twenty of the Martial Arts Class.

Fang Qingyu was also carefully observing some potential opponents.

"Will contestant number 21 please take the stage!!"

Another round ended, and the battlefield was cleared.

The broadcast called Fang Qingyu’s number.

This match attracted a lot of attention.

Fang Qingyu’s reputation had long echoed in the martial arts circles of Qingjian City.

Slaying Life Ghosts, defeating believers, missing Martial Seed...

Then entering the special training class.

Though he has a weak foundation, his strength is outstanding.

The speed of progress is also among the best.

If it weren’t for a crazy Lin blocking the way...

Everyone would have been drooling by now.

Once both sides were ready.

"Begin!!"

Ji Yang gave the order.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the center of the ring.

Qiao Xing’s expression was solemn, not daring to be careless for even a moment.

Not to mention the information everyone in the class already knows.

Just in the Breathing Technique state.

Fang Qingyu in front of him was like a tiger poised to strike.

Felt like if he dared to move, he would die!

But he must break this deadlock!!

Otherwise, he would surely lose!

Qiao Xing’s muscles suddenly tensed, stepping with a dull thud on the arena’s bluestone slab.

The whole person turned into a blur, violently shooting out!

There was an uproar in the spectator stands.

Meanwhile, Fang Qingyu was unhurried in the distance.

In the full-level [Weakness Gaze], the opponent’s attack trajectory had already appeared in his mind, finding the flaw was easy.

But it’s unnecessary!

"Baji!"

Fang Qingyu exhaled with force, his feet sank into the ground like iron stakes.

His right arm’s muscles twisted like old tree roots, his five fingers clenched into a fist, punching directly towards Qiao Xing’s charging punch.

Two well-tempered bodies collided with a thunderous boom.

Bang——

An explosive force burst between them.

Qiao Xing’s pupils shrank abruptly.

His prideful momentum was like waves crashing against a rock, the violent recoil actually flung him ten yards away.

Everyone only saw a shadow, come fast.

And fly fast.

"Fang Qingyu wins!"

Ji Yang announced even faster.

But the MVP, in the end, was awarded to the waiting medical team.

"Did you hold back?"

Walking back to the waiting area, Wu Yan asked, twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"I did."

Fang Qingyu nodded honestly.

If he didn’t hold back, that punch would have shattered the opponent’s arm bone.

He just enjoyed the thrill of raw power.

In a normal spar, he wasn’t that ruthless.

"Next match, contestant number 22 up next!"

The tight schedule of the matches continued.

But this match, because of a name on the screen.

It was even more eye-catching than Fang Qingyu’s match.

Contestant number 22.

Tong Ran!