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Chapter 754 - 308: Dead Men’s Eggs Face Heaven, the Living Endure Forever!

It’s normal for it not to open during the day, but there’s not even anyone doing cleaning or guarding the place. It’s eerily quiet.

"Let’s go in and take a look."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm and unruffled.

"Damn it, where is everyone? All dead?"

Old Qin couldn’t help but curse in a low voice, his voice unusually abrupt in the deathly silent hall.

Just as his voice fell.

"Who are you? How dare you rush in here?!"

A low shout suppressed by fury suddenly erupted from the stairway corner leading to the second floor.

Immediately after, four figures leapt out of the darkness like ghosts, swiftly blocking the staircase, cutting off the only way up.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes instantly locked onto these four men, his brow slightly furrowed.

Something’s wrong...

Misguided information.

Four Tier Two!?

Qi Hao also immediately felt the immense pressure emanating from them, but following protocol, he stepped forward and shouted in a solemn tone, "This is Cyan Dragon Gang business! We have taken over this Blood Wolf Gang venue! Surrender now, lay down your weapons, and you can live! Otherwise..."

"Cyan Dragon Gang? Blood Wolf Gang?"

The man at the front with a shallow scar on his face listened as if hearing an absurd joke, pulling a mocking and cruel smile at the corners of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over Fang Qingyu and the six others as if looking at the dead.

"Fools who don’t know their place! You have no idea what place this is! You dare come to wreck this venue? You’re doomed!"

"Attack!"

Another short and sturdy Tier Two Martial Artist growled, eyes flashing with ferocity.

The four obviously didn’t take the Cyan Dragon Gang seriously, nor did they have any intention of negotiating or surrendering.

Almost simultaneously with the sturdy martial artist’s words, they rushed forward like four venomous arrows loosed from the string, bringing a fierce gust of wind as they launched a deadly assault.

Two headed straight for Fang Qingyu, who stood at the forefront, while the other two rushed towards the somewhat weaker Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng.

Fast speed! Ruthless actions! Coordinated perfectly!

They came for a kill with a single strike.

But Fang Qingyu’s movements were even quicker than theirs.

At the moment the opponents pounced, Fang Qingyu’s figure vanished from his original spot like a teleport.

The next instant, Fang Qingyu appeared in front of the two Tier Two Martial Artists lunging at him.

The man on the left held a poisoned short dagger glistening with a dim blue chill, stabbing at Fang Qingyu’s throat.

The man on the right had fists clad in fine steel claws, thundering through the air directly towards Fang Qingyu’s temple.

Both were deadly killer moves.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes were calm and unruffled.

His left hand darted out like lightning, fingers spread wide, precisely intercepting the incoming poisoned dagger.

"Courting death!"

The martial artist wielding the dagger had a vicious grin in his eyes, as if already seeing the moment when the opponent’s palm would be pierced through.

However!

"Ding——!"

A crisp, tooth-aching sound of metal breaking resounded.

At the moment Fang Qingyu’s left fingertips touched the dagger’s blade, not only did he stably grasp it, but he forcibly snapped the finely crafted steel blade in two.

The fractured dagger tip, with a shrill whistle, flew out and deeply embedded itself into the wall beside.

The sneer on that martial artist’s face instantly froze, turning into an extreme shock.

The pain from the tiger’s mouth made him instinctively want to release and retreat.

But it was too late!

Almost simultaneously, Fang Qingyu’s right hand lifted.

The action seemed casual, yet it was faster and more precise, meeting the incoming steel fist from the right.

Fingers spread wide, as if an iron clamp, gently grasping.

"Crack——!"

The bone-cracking sound that would make one’s scalp tingle rang clearly in the silent hall.

The fist clad in fine steel claws, along with the wrist bones beneath, under Fang Qingyu’s seemingly casual grip, shattered and deformed instantly like fragile rotten wood!

"Aaah——!!!"

The soul-piercing scream was choked off just as it erupted from his throat.

Fang Qingyu’s right hand, which crushed the fist, continued forward like lightning, seizing his throat, thumb lightly pressing!

Snap!

The cracking of the throat bone was faint yet lethal.

The agony and shock in the martial artist’s eyes were frozen in an instant, his body slumping down limply.

All of this transpired in the blink of an eye.

From Fang Qingyu’s disappearance, to crushing the dagger, crushing the fist, to the throat, the entire process was so fast that the two martial artists lunging at Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng were barely halfway through their assault.

The martial artist charging at Jiang Wei felt a flash of red before his eyes.

A wave of heat surged over him.

He didn’t even see how his opponent moved, as a palm bearing faint white flames drifted onto his chest.

"Puff!"

The martial artist’s body suddenly stiffened, as if all his bones had been drawn out, his gaze instantly glazing over.

A palm print, with charred edges, was clearly visible on his chest.

Yet not a drop of blood oozed out.

The man fell straight backward.

The last one.

Wei Banmeng slightly moved, an ice-blue Qi Force, chilling to the core, silently expanded, instantly engulfing one person.

The man’s movements jolted to a halt, as if his blood had frozen.

White frost rapidly formed on the skin, a look of extreme terror spreading across his face, body freezing rigid by itself.

In the blink of an eye.

Four aggressive Tier Two experts, couldn’t last even three seconds.

One had his fist broken and fainted, another had his tiger’s mouth blasted and weapon destroyed, one was frozen motionless, and one was killed with a single palm.

The battle ended so swiftly, so thoroughly.

Qi Hao and Old Qin had only just drawn their weapons halfway.

Lv Chen hadn’t even found an opportunity to make a move.

Fang Qingyu released the hand that crushed the fist bone, allowing the screaming attacker to slump to the ground like mud.

He walked to the man with the weapon crushed and tiger’s mouth torn.

This person’s face, despite the agony, still bore a nearly distorted cruelty and madness, without a trace of fear.

"You just said here... whose venue is this?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice was calm and unruffled, as if asking for directions.

"Heh... heh..."

The buzz-cut man endured the intense pain, letting out a queer laugh from his throat, eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu, filled with malice and contempt, "You don’t need to know, daring to wreck this venue... you’re doomed! No one can save you... ugh!"

Fang Qingyu didn’t give him the chance to continue.

His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely gripping his throat, giving it a slight twist.

"Crack."

The crisp sound of the neck breaking was particularly clear in the dead silent hall.

The madness and contempt in the buzz-cut man’s eyes instantly froze, then turned into an ashen gray death.

"Seems it really isn’t a Blood Wolf Gang venue."

Qi Hao looked at the corpses on the ground, smacked his lips, and showed a hint of curiosity, "Could it be we stumbled into some big power’s hornet’s nest? With such skill, such demeanor, it doesn’t look like an ordinary gang."

Fang Qingyu flicked his hand as if shaking off non-existent bloodstains.

He looked up at the stairway leading upstairs, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smile:

"Isn’t that just right?"

He lifted a foot, stepping onto the stairs without hesitation.

"Spares Old Chu from constantly pushing Lei Meng and the others to make progress."