Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 425 - 227: Nine Tribulations Cyan Dragon Body, Only Witness Corps
Among them, many were only at the Micro stage, or even just newly entered the Breaking Mortality stage as Martial Artists.
They were also competing for the Peak of Martial Arts.
But at the same time, they were also protecting their homeland, family, neighbors, and friends behind them.
The roars, the figures shattered under the claws of the Life Ghost...
Left a very deep impression on Fang Qingyu.
Advancing in Martial Arts, climbing to the peak.
Is the pursuit carved into Fang Qingyu’s very bones.
But in fact, it does not conflict with saving the world at hand, protecting what is worth protecting...
Not only does it not conflict, but it complements each other!
On this road to becoming the supreme, protection itself is an excellent furnace for tempering the Will and refining the state of mind.
Every battle fought on the edge of life and death for protection.
Is a deeper understanding of the True Meaning of Martial Arts!
During the Martial Artist stage, Fang Qingyu had already established his philosophy within the Divine Management Bureau.
Become stronger, and then protect.
Why not do it?
Half an hour later, the metal door slid open again.
The officer returned, followed by several solemn-looking guards, each holding a specially made metal briefcase.
The officer walked up to Fang Qingyu, solemnly presenting the first case with both hands.
The case was cold and heavy.
On the surface, Fang Qingyu’s name and the ancient seal characters of "Nine Tribulations Cyan Dragon Body" were imprinted.
"Captain Fang Qingyu, your Ancient Technique."
Fang Qingyu stood up and received the case with both hands.
Then, the officer successively handed over metal cases engraved with the names Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan to them.
Finally, a slightly larger case, with no Cultivation Technique name but labeled "Special Resource Package" and "Jiang Wei", was handed over to Jiang Wei, who was holding a tablet.
The little girl weighed it, seemed to find it acceptable, and casually stuffed it into her own small backpack.
Liu Hanyan and Shikong’s squad also each received their inheritance case.
Once distribution was complete, the officer stepped back, standing straight like a javelin, saluting the entire teams in the conference room with his right hand raised, performing a standard Federation military salute!
His gaze was sharp as an eagle, sweeping over every young and determined face.
His voice was deep and clear, like a war drum beating in everyone’s heart:
"The mission is arduous, everyone take care!"
"After the Mid-Autumn Festival... I’ll take you to the Martial Arts Wall!"
The implication was clear without needing to be said.
Wishing everyone, to come back alive.
Everyone felt a chill run through their hearts, then solemnly nodded.
"Definitely!"
Chu Kuanglan forcefully thumped his chest.
Fang Qingyu, holding the cold metal case, gazed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking towards the distant horizon, and slowly nodded.
On the rooftop of the building, the strong airflow flapped everyone’s clothes.
An aircraft with an extremely impactful design quietly docked.
It was not a traditional airplane.
About fifteen meters long, its entire body was covered with a matte, deep gray material resembling some kind of biological armor, with smooth and sharp lines like a crouching raptor.
The wings and body were seamlessly integrated on both sides, and the tail had four vector nozzles arranged in an "X" shape.
At this moment, they were emitting a faint blue glow, without the loud roar of traditional engines, only a heartbeat-like energy hum.
"Profound Bird Shuttle Type-3, the Federation’s latest super high-speed tactical transport vehicle."
The officer’s voice carried in the wind, "Manufactured with a combination of some special life ghost biological materials and cutting-edge technology, it has ultra-strong stealth performance, high mobility, and inner atmospheric sub-orbital flight capability. This is your ride to Anjiang Province."
A flash of amazement swept through Fang Qingyu and the others’ eyes.
This level of equipment clearly belonged to the highest secrecy of the Federation, inaccessible without a special team identity.
"Board!"
A hatch on the side of the Profound Bird Shuttle silently slid upward.
Fang Qingyu, holding the metal case, was the first to step into the cabin.
The interior space was not particularly spacious, but the design was extremely precise and efficient, with two rows of dark seats arranged longitudinally, exuding a faint metallic sheen.
The five quickly took their seats and fastened their seatbelts.
The hatch closed, and soft lights illuminated the cabin.
"Anjiang Province frontline command post, coordinates locked. Profound Bird Shuttle Type-3, take off!"
The pilot’s steady voice came through the communicator.
Buzz—!
The four vector nozzles at the tail suddenly blazed with a ghostly blue light!
A powerful, suffocating sense of pushback instantly pinned the five into their seats!
No taxiing, no take-off run!
The Profound Bird Shuttle, as if lifted by an invisible giant hand, ascended vertically!
Outside the window, the rooftop platform of Hidden Dragon Mansion rapidly retreated, the steel jungle of the entire Shangjing City shrinking rapidly in view.
The sense of weightlessness was extremely strong!
In just a few breaths, the Profound Bird Shuttle had broken through the thick clouds!
Outside the window, an infinite blue sky and the rolling sea of clouds below!
Sunlight poured unobstructedly, painting the wings with a layer of gold.
Then, the angle of the vector nozzles was slightly adjusted.
The humming sound suddenly became sharp!
The entire Profound Bird Shuttle turned into a deep gray lightning tearing through the sky, heading southeast at a terrifying speed several times faster than ordinary commercial airliners!
The clouds were pierced in an instant, leaving a long-lasting white trail.
...
Chang’an Ancient Street, by the river.
Hong Qitian still sat on his worn-out small stool, his murky old eyes half-closed, a fishing rod resting diagonally on the stand.
The muddy river water flowed slowly, reflecting the leaden sky.
Suddenly, the withered hand holding the fishing rod slightly paused.
His murky eyes lifted, as if piercing through layers of buildings and the bustling city, looking at the extremely distant sky.
