Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 155 - 135: Thunder Strike Breaks the Limit! The Garbage Duo!
He stared at Ying Yufan, the icy curve at the corner of his mouth stretching wider, finally turning into a low laugh that seemed capable of freezing the air.
"Heh..."
This laughter was filled with undisguised ridicule and a nearly tangible murderous intent ready to erupt! What martial arts competition reward? This was clearly opportunistic looting! At a time when Qingjian City was on the brink of collapse, these "big shots" from Shangjing weren’t thinking about offering aid, but were coveting the Divine Armament he had risked his life to obtain! And they put on a disgusting façade of "for your own good" and "fair trade"!
Fang Qingyu couldn’t even be bothered to waste another word with these two idiots.
He suddenly squatted down, moving so fast that only a shadow was left behind.
He reached out and gently patted Jiang Wei’s small head as she held onto a bag of chips. The coldness on his face melted instantly, and his voice became so gentle it was as if he were a different person: "Xiaojiang, go wait for me on that bench over there, keep your distance, and don’t dirty your clothes."
Jiang Wei glanced at the two men with a pitiful look, then nodded, clutching her beloved bag of chips. With her short legs, she "dadada" ran over to a bench a dozen meters away and sat down, her big eyes unblinkingly watching the scene.
And just as Jiang Wei ran off!
Fang Qingyu’s gaze suddenly became as sharp as a knife! With his right hand, he drew out a force field and threw it to the ground.
Buzz——!
An invisible, almost imperceptible transparent force field ripple, like ripples caused by a stone thrown into a lake, spread rapidly from him as the center!
So fast it instantly enveloped the unsuspecting Ying Yufan and Leng Hui! Along with several members who just walked out from the main entrance of the Divine Authority Bureau Building, looking exhausted and ready to switch shifts or go home!
Those members only felt the scenery in front of them seem to twist, their bodies passing through a thick water membrane. Before they could react to what happened, they were wrapped in a gentle but irresistible force.
And at the center of the force field was Fang Qingyu and Ying, Leng!
Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s faces changed slightly the moment the force field formed! They didn’t expect Fang Qingyu to dare activate the force field in public.
"You..." Ying Yufan, shocked and angry, was about to reprimand.
Boom——!
At the very moment the force field formed, Fang Qingyu erupted with overwhelming Black Flame!
Violent, ferocious, the black flame that seemed capable of burning the soul soared into the sky, instantly transforming him into a Demon God from Hell! The Black Flame distorted the light, exuding suffocatingly terrifying high temperatures and a destructive aura!
In Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s vision, they only saw the moment of the Black Flame’s eruption, and Fang Qingyu’s figure completely disappeared!
Fast! Beyond the limit of their nervous system reaction fast!
The next instant!
Two hands entwined with destructive Black Flame, fingertips emitting minute golden streaks, appeared without warning and precisely clutched their throats like ghostly claws tearing through space! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Cold! Hard! The touch carrying the breath of death instantly came from their necks!
The terrifying force and the burning and corrosive sensation from the Black Flame made Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s hairs stand on end, their pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints! Their proud reflexes and defenses, in the face of absolute speed and power, were like paper tissue!
Fang Qingyu’s figure solidified in front of the two, his eyes swirling with Black Flame like two burning black suns, coldly looking down at their asphyxiated, frightened, and twisted faces.
"Challenge me?" Fang Qingyu’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, each word carrying a bone-chilling coldness and a will of destruction, clearly reaching the ears of Ying, Leng, and the few gape-mouthed Divine Management Bureau members at the edge of the force field, "Fine."
He tilted his head slightly, a cruel curve appearing on his Black-Flame-covered lips:
"But... people might die!!!"
Before the words fell!
Fang Qingyu’s arms bulged with muscle, erupting with terrifying force! He gave them no chance to struggle or speak, holding their necks, swinging them like two heavy bags of garbage, fiercely smashing them against the rock-hard ground!
Boom! Boom——!!!
Two teeth-gritting, extremely dull loud noises erupted almost simultaneously! The ground trembled violently!
With Fang Qingyu at the center, web-like cracks spread instantly! At the impact site, the hard ground seemed like it was hit by a meteor, forming two clear human-shaped depressions! The stones and dust were bound by the invisible force field, unable to escape, frantically churning in the small space!
"Ugh——!"
"Puff——!"
Ying Yufan and Leng Hui, like flattened frogs, were embedded firmly in the ground’s depression, their internal organs seeming displaced, their bones groaning under the unbearable weight.
The unbearable pain and suffocation darkened their vision, a meaninglessly painful sound coming from their throats.
Ying Yufan’s handsome face was distorted and deformed, covered in dirt and blood. Leng Hui’s sinister eyes were left only with boundless fear and pain. The luxurious clothing on them was charred and ragged from the Black Flame, making them utterly miserable.
Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up, looking down at the two almost unconscious figures, twitching in pain in the pit.
The Black Flame on his body slowly receded as if alive, but those cold eyes still held no warmth.
He lifted his head, looking at the few Divine Management Bureau members at the force field’s edge, completely stone-faced, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.
"Sorry, some trash came knocking," he smiled apologetically at them.
Then he took out some paper and a pen for recording materials from his pocket, quickly writing something on them.
After finishing, he casually crushed the two sheets of paper into a ball and stuffed them into the mouths of the two men,
then stood up.
Without giving the two useless figures in the pit another glance, he waved his hand.
Buzz——!
The invisible force field covering the surroundings vanished instantly.
He took Jiang Wei’s small hand, his voice returning to its usual calmness: "Let’s go, Xiaojiang, let’s go home."
The two figures, one big and one small, picked up those two custom boxes, peacefully walking away on the devastated ground behind them, past the human shadows embedded in the pit, alive or dead unknown, and the completely dumbstruck Divine Management Bureau members’ gaze, as if merely disposing of two bags of unsightly garbage.
The two pieces of paper stuffed in Ying Yufan and Leng Hui’s mouths bore the same few short lines, written with Fang Qingyu’s strong penmanship:
Sender Note
Goods Name: Two pieces of trash
Dispatch Location: Garbage Pile at the Qingjian Divine Management Bureau Entrance
Sender: Fang Qingyu
Remark: Checked, extremely poor quality, recommend incineration at the landfill.
Recipient: All Martial Arts Halls in Shangjing
Date: Federation Calendar July 21, 2082
