Chapter 50: Quick and Decisive!

Fang Qingyun smiled faintly and stepped forward, saying, "Fight Zhao Junhong first. I am third. If you can’t beat me, there’s no need to challenge Fang Qingyun."
"Otherwise, it would be an affront to my elder brother, Fang Qingyun."
Yan Ang was startled. "Your elder brother? Fang Qingyun is your elder brother?"
"Why do you look so surprised?"
"I’m telling you, my elder brother Fang Qingyun is extraordinary!"
"He’s like the sun—one can only look up to him, only worship him..."
Fang Qingyun’s face was full of excitement, but he muttered inwardly: If it weren’t so excessive, I’d call myself grandmaster already.
Yan Ang fell silent, staring at Fang Qingyun with a strange look. "Are you a fan of Fang Qingyun?"
"Of course!" Fang Qingyun suddenly looked fervent. "The person I, Zhao Junhong, admire most in my life is Fang Qingyun. For him, I’d do anything—even slap myself, or serve by his side as his little Zhao!"
Zhao Junhong gazed at Fang Qingyun with a deep, eerie look.
Damn it, if I weren’t outmatched, I’d fight you to the death!
No, I ought to slap you.
The group entered a training room.
"What is Spirit Enhancement Liquid?"
Zhao Junhong asked in a low voice.
Old Li, upon hearing this, let them proceed with the bout; obviously, it was something valuable.
"Simply put, it’s a compressed liquid infused with spiritual power. After taking it, you can forcibly increase the spiritual energy within your body—generally by three to five points."
Old Li explained in a low voice, "Although you’ve entered the secret realm and are about to go to the Spirit Pressure Chamber, a person’s spiritual energy has a limit."
"It’s tied to talent."
"A bottle can only hold a pound of water; no matter what, you can’t fill it with two pounds."
"But Spirit Enhancement Liquid can break that limit and forcibly add more."
Fang Qingyun asked, surprised, "Do you think we’re nearing our limit?"
"Don’t be so confident, alright?" Old Li said, headache evident. "How much spiritual energy do you all have now? Especially you, Fang Qingyun—you must be past seventy points, which is already hard to imagine. I estimate that in this round at the Spirit Pressure Chamber, you won’t gain even ten points."
"Heh, you’re the martial artist, you decide."
"What’s that supposed to mean!"
"Slap!"
At that moment, Yan Ang took off his work uniform, revealing his fitted combat gear underneath. With gun and sword in hand, he strode toward the arena.
"Damn!" Fang Qingyun muttered, "He can use a gun?"
Old Li responded dryly, "What’s wrong with using a gun? I’ve told you all before: in battle, give it your all. That’s what the elders of our race advocate—fight to kill."
"Then I’ll use a heavy machine gun—rat-tat-tat, any enemy is finished."
"Heh, go ahead and try!"
Disdain flashed in Old Li’s eyes.
Truthfully, after becoming a quasi-martial artist, one’s speed is such that dodging bullets at close range is entirely possible.
If you think having a gun makes you invincible, you’ll die miserably.
Many martial artists abandon guns for blades, or wield powerful spirit energy firearms.
But those require manipulation of spiritual energy.
Spirit energy is a privilege of martial artists.
Is this fellow a martial artist?
"Alright." Fang Qingyun slowly drew a blade and said calmly, "I’ll get serious too."
Seeing the blood-stained broadsword, this time it was Yan Ang’s turn for his eyebrow to twitch.

If I get struck by that, there’s no need to think about the consequences.
But this time, you will be the one to lose!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A cold gleam flashed in Yan Ang’s eyes as he raised his gun and fired.
Several bullets sped toward Fang Qingyun.
Fang Qingyun’s expression remained calm. He pushed off with his feet, leaving an afterimage behind, and his entire body vanished from the spot.
"So fast!"
Yan Ang felt a gust of wind and, without thinking, swung his sword to the left.
"Clang!"
A blood-stained blade met his sword head-on.
"Fool, do you think my sword is ordinary?"
Yan Ang sneered.
Researchers are wealthy; their weapons are always top-notch.
He pictured Fang Qingyun’s blade breaking under his sword.
But that didn’t happen.
Instead, Yan Ang felt a tremendous force transmitted through his sword, striking him fiercely.
"Bang!"
Yan Ang was sent flying.
Man and sword alike, knocked away by Fang Qingyun’s single blow.
"Idiot!"
Fang Qingyun sneered, his figure blurring again, and when he reappeared, he was right in front of the airborne Yan Ang.
"You..."
A trace of fear crept into Yan Ang’s eyes.
"Bang!"
Fang Qingyun lifted his blade coldly and struck Yan Ang’s head with the hilt.
"Ah!"
Yan Ang screamed, clutching his head and collapsing to the ground.
His gun and sword were both discarded.
The outcome was decided!
In just two breaths!
In just two exchanges!
This scene left the watching researchers wide-eyed in shock.
Their pride, their fellow researcher, hadn’t lasted three moves?
You’re telling me this is a quasi-martial artist?
This is undoubtedly a true martial artist!
Their institute’s pride could withstand ten rounds against a real martial artist.
Old Li and Zhao Junhong exchanged glances.
Zhao Junhong whispered, "What speed!"
"It’s not just speed, but strength too," Old Li murmured. "If not for the enormous force that sent Yan Ang flying, he could have held on for two more rounds."
In other words, Fang Qingyun possessed both speed and power.

Both were not inferior to those of genuine martial artists.
Thus, facing Yan Ang who lacked spirit energy, he had absolute dominance.
"You, you are a martial artist?"
Yan Ang glared furiously at Fang Qingyun, but in the next moment, his face reddened.
Fang Qingyun curled his lip. "At least you’re not completely idiotic."
If he were a martial artist, why would he be here?
Martial artists use spirit energy; spiritual power is useless to them.
"Hmph!"
Yan Ang snorted, grabbed his sword and gun, and prepared to leave.
Fang Qingyun said, "Actually, your strength isn’t bad, but your combat experience is lacking."
Fang Qingyun wasn’t speaking carelessly.
From the moment Yan Ang fired those shots, he noticed it.
Yan Ang had sealed off all his routes, forcing him to confront the bullets head-on.
To reach such a level clearly required rigorous training.
Unfortunately, Yan Ang miscalculated Fang Qingyun’s speed.
Fang Qingyun’s current speed already surpassed that of normal martial artists.
With the mindset of facing a quasi-martial artist, facing Fang Qingyun, defeat was inevitable.
Yan Ang turned and said coldly, "My combat experience is not lacking. I often train in the virtual shadow chamber. All my sparring partners are true martial artists."
Fang Qingyun laughed. "Do you know what blood tastes like?"
Yan Ang was taken aback.
"Do you know the difference between reality and illusion?"
"What is it?"
"Reverence!"
Yan Ang was stunned again.
That answer came from Fang Qingyun’s system.
The system made it clear: real is real, fake is fake.
Fake battles cannot increase origin points.
Fang Qingyun had been through countless life-and-death experiences.
Even when drinking poison, he truly felt the approach of death.
"Enough, I don’t have time to teach you philosophy. Remember to hand over the Spirit Enhancement Liquid." Fang Qingyun spoke lazily, then turned to the researchers. "Take us to the Spirit Pressure Chamber!"
The researchers glanced nervously at Yan Ang and nodded. "Alright."
The three followed the researchers out. Just as they were about to leave Yan Ang’s sight, he spoke.
"I will try!"
"Don’t!" Fang Qingyun turned and said, "I was just talking nonsense. If you act recklessly and die, won’t your institute kill me? I’m no match for your institute right now."
"Hmph!"
Yan Ang snorted, turned, and left.