Chapter 759: Chapter 309: Scar Wolf, Nightclub Basement!
It’s as if he never saw those dozen or so Tier Two tiger-eyed martial artists.
His gaze calmly swept across the entire simple and empty hall, then returned to the young man, carrying a trace of pure curiosity, and asked in a flat tone:
"So, whose people are you?"
The young man seemed a bit displeased with Fang Qingyu’s attitude of ignoring his grace.
The smile on his face faded slightly.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Before he could open his mouth, the leader of the dozen or so gray-clad martial artists, a burly man, suddenly stepped forward.
Staring intently at Fang Qingyu.
His voice carried an unmistakable arrogance:
"Lingxiao Association!"
A flash of realization appeared in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.
So it’s the Lingxiao Association...
One of the Ten Great Forces of the City of Injustice.
Occupying the core region of the Inner City.
A powerful faction with deep foundations, notorious for their domineering ways.
No wonder their attitude is so arrogant.
But what are they doing setting up a place here!?
Just as the confusion surged in Fang Qingyu’s heart.
"Ah—!!!"
A scream so shrill it didn’t even sound human.
Suddenly echoed from the passage behind the crowd.
"No! Please! No—!!! Let me go! I beg you!!!"
The extreme pain and despair contained in that voice.
Let anyone listening...
Feel the despair in its tone.
The faintly smiling expression on Fang Qingyu’s face instantly became flat.
He said softly, "Go take a look."
Jiang Wei behind him nodded upon hearing this, then disappeared in an instant.
"How dare you?!"
The leader of the gray-clad burly men’s face changed drastically, shouting furiously.
He never expected anyone to dare ignore their actions after hearing the Lingxiao Association’s name.
The young man who had been sitting in the chair, leisurely, his face’s laziness and amusement vanished instantly.
"Deal with him!"
The young man didn’t waste any words, suddenly pointing at Fang Qingyu.
"Kill—!"
The dozen or so Tier Two martial artists who were already poised to strike.
Like killing machines simultaneously switched on.
An explosive surge of Qi and Blood Power erupted around them, the pale red Qi Blood smoke instantly merging into one.
No tactical cooperation, no probing.
Over a dozen figures, with the power of raging Qi and Blood, charged fiercely at the solitary Fang Qingyu from different directions.
Yet Fang Qingyu stood in place, motionless.
He didn’t even activate the Qi Blood Technique.
Only when those dozen figures were just about to reach him.
Did he start to move.
Immediately after, the young man on the chair witnessed something in his life...
An image he would never forget.
Those gray-clad martial artists fell one after another.
Like wheat being cut down.
In less than a minute.
All the fierce dozen or so Tier Two martial artists lay on the ground.
Most killed on the spot.
A few severely injured and unconscious, barely breathing, not far from death.
The overpowering stench of blood instantly overwhelmed the previous strange smell in the hall, making one nauseous.
The entire underground hall was frighteningly quiet.
Only Fang Qingyu’s calm breathing remained.
And the heavy breathing of the young man in the chair, turned ragged from extreme shock and fear.
He looked at the man standing amidst a sea of bodies and pools of blood.
His clothes hardly ruffled, his breath still as calm as an abyss.
This... is this guy even human?!
With bare hands!
Without using Qi Blood Technique, only using physical power, in less than a minute, slaughtered over a dozen martial artists of the same tier!?
This is simply a fantasy!
Just as the young man’s mind was seized by immense fear, his brain going blank.
Deep in the hall.
From the dark passage.
Jiang Wei walked out slowly.
Meeting Fang Qingyu’s gaze.
Jiang Wei took a deep breath...
Finally, managed only a few words.
"There are... many women imprisoned here..."
