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Chapter 831: Chapter 326: Let Us Pray Loyally and Welcome the Arrival of Our God! (Part 3)

Chu Kuanglan showed no mercy when he gained the advantage, swinging his Heavy Sword in a full arc, accompanied by the muffled sound of Wind Thunder, launching a fierce assault on his unstable opponent like a torrential storm.

Every strike was powerful and heavy, forcing the opponent to awkwardly defend, leaving him with no strength to retaliate.

Finally, after taking Chu Kuanglan’s seventh blow.

The opponent could no longer hold onto the heavy Giant Axe; the weapon slipped from his hands and flew out, and Chu Kuanglan seized the opening and delivered a powerful shoulder strike to the chest, sending the opponent flying out of the ring’s boundaries like a ragged sack.

"Ring number three, Number 198, ’Mountain Shaker’ wins! Advances to the top 64!"

The referee’s loud announcement was drowned out by the deafening cheers.

Chu Kuanglan stood in the center of the ring, raised the Profound Iron Heavy Sword high, and waved it vigorously towards Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, his large copper bell-like eyes full of excitement and pride.

Fang Qingyu slightly nodded in response.

Next, Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, Lin Yu, and others’ matches began one after another.

Although their fights weren’t as easy as before.

Fang Qingyu could tell they hadn’t used their full strength yet.

When the last of their matches concluded.

All the participating partners successfully defeated their opponents, advancing to the top 64.

This meant each of them would at least receive three Pure Crystals.

This could save them a lot of hard work.

Seeing all his partners safely advance, Fang Qingyu stood up.

Took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Chu Kuanglan:

[Nice fight. Go back and have a good rest, study your next opponent. Jiang Wei and I have something to do, we’ll leave first. The Cleaner mission tonight is pending, wait for my updates.]

After sending the message, he nodded slightly to Wei Banmeng and the others who looked over, then quietly left the raucous, thunderous arena with Jiang Wei.

Outside the arena, the noise was isolated by the thick walls, and the air seemed somewhat fresher.

The two didn’t delay, directly hailing a taxi on the street.

"Driver, East City District, Zhaoyuan Alley."

Fang Qingyu reported the address.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, upon hearing it he glanced at them through the rearview mirror, his eyes carrying a barely discernible vigilance.

Zhaoyuan Alley in the East City District was notorious for its chaos.

A mix of good and bad, with very poor security.

But he didn’t ask much, just silently nodded and started the car.

The taxi traversed the bustling city center, with the neon lights of the skyscrapers gradually replaced by the low, dilapidated shantytowns.

The streets became narrow and filthy.

The air was filled with the stench of garbage decomposition mixed with low-quality fuel.

The eyes of passersby on the roadside were either numb or wary.

The walls were covered with meaningless graffiti and gang markings.

"Parking lot, here we are."

The driver stopped the car at the entrance of a foul-smelling alley, pointing to a rusty, barely legible iron sign deep in the alley,

"Inside there. Zone B is further in; be careful." He clearly didn’t want to go in.

"Thanks." Fang Qingyu paid the fare and got off the car with Jiang Wei.

They walked into the dark alley filled with the smell of rust and oil.

The so-called parking lot had been abandoned for years.

The rusty broken fences were twisted, the ground uneven and puddled with black oil water.

Scrap vehicle carcasses were haphazardly piled in various corners, covered with thick rust and vines.

The air was deathly still.

Only the sound of the wind whistling through broken iron sheets could be heard.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei followed the signs, passing through A zone’s towering piles of car wrecks.

They arrived at the deeper Zone B.

Parking slot 13 was lonely under a mottled concrete wall.

A similarly old and dusty black SUV was parked in the slot.

Looking around, there was no one in sight.

Apparently, whoever left them the note wasn’t here at the moment.

Fang Qingyu walked to the SUV.

He tried pulling the driver’s side door handle.

"Click."

The door wasn’t locked and opened without resistance.

The car interior was filled with a heavy combined smell of dust and mildew.

The driver’s seat was empty. Fang Qingyu’s gaze moved to the back seat.

There sat a box, with no markings on its surface.

Only a small yellow post-it note was stuck on the lock,

with a number written on it: [0427].

Fang Qingyu directly entered the password, the box cover popped open with a ’snap’.

The box did not contain any expected weapons or dangerous items, only three things.

Two masks, thin as cicada wings, cold and smooth to the touch, crafted with extreme precision, and beneath the masks was a folded piece of paper, along with two sets of black robes.

Fang Qingyu picked up the paper and unfolded it:

[The masks are ready, put them on. Identity information:

Male: Mo Chuan, Celestial Punishment Association Third-Level Deacon (field operations).

Female: Liu Yun, Celestial Punishment Association Third-Level Deacon (internal affairs).]

[Remember: After entering the Celestial Punishment Association, walk with your head down, do not make eye contact with anyone, do not speak! Use the mask identity to enter the main gate, then go straight ahead, do not venture into the core restricted area, and no suspicion will be raised. Once inside, you will naturally understand what the Celestial Punishment Association truly is.]

The information on the paper was concise and to the point.

Two human-skin masks, identities as two deacons of the Celestial Punishment Association.

And a note on infiltration precautions.

Jiang Wei also leaned over to read the paper and frowned even tighter: "Is it possible it was arranged by someone from the Celestial Punishment Association?"

"Without entering the tiger’s den, how can you get the tiger’s cub?"

Fang Qingyu picked up the mask belonging to "Mo Chuan," cold to the touch, with a unique material, not merely human skin, seeming to be mixed with some kind of Life Ghost’s fascia, enough to pass as real.