Time passed quietly for two days in the Pocket World Blessed Land of Dragon Abyss Pavilion.

During these two days.

Fang Qingyu's daily routine was so clear it bordered on monotony.

Training ground, small courtyard, training ground.

Apart from essential meals and brief rests, Fang Qingyu's figure almost never left the area filled with sweat and explosive bursts of energy.

Like a tireless precision machine.

He continuously rotated between the tempering of Hard Skills and the refinement of Body Technique.

On the training ground.

Fang Qingyu sometimes stands still like a pine tree, guiding the Qi Blood and muscles within his body to throb, stretch, and strengthen according to the trajectory of the Bamboo Shadow Body Tempering Manual. Each subtle motion seemed to bear the weight of a thousand catties, with a jade-like luster emanating from beneath his skin.

At times, he would transform into a blurred and elusive afterimage, weaving through the rapidly moving alloy spike walls.

The movements contained no superfluous flair, only extreme bursts and ghostly transitions.

Occasionally, Fang Qingyu could also be found in the enormous Stone Lock Array.

Silently lifting a black boulder as large as a small mountain, his muscles coiling like dragons, with the dark red Tribulation Fire patterns faintly appearing beneath his skin. The sweat would evaporate into white steam before it even dripped.

This near self-torturous, high-intensity devil training rhythm made Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan, who usually trained together on the field, unable to stop their eyelids from twitching.

"Damn... God Fang... doesn't he need to rest?"

Chu Kuanglan, bearing a giant stone, clicked his tongue in astonishment while looking at the tireless figure in the distance. He prided himself on being a hard worker in training, but compared to Fang Qingyu, it was like comparing a novice to a master.

Lu Jiuyuan paused his blade, looking complexly at the afterimage Fang Qingyu left while practicing the Startled Swan Shadow-Stepping Technique: "Even more terrifying is... his progress. Great Sun Level Body Technique! In just two days! Look at that footwork, the fluidity of the body technique transitions clearly shows he's already mastered it to an extent, and that Hard Skill... the Qi Blood fluctuations and resilient aura in his body, it changes with each passing day... is this... is this reasonable?"

They had seen geniuses before, but someone like Fang Qingyu, whose talent reached despairing heights, yet was still so dedicated it made their scalp tingle, was a rarity in life.

Wei Banmeng stood to the side. Her cold eyes also reflected Fang Qingyu's figure.

She watched silently, not feeling any less shocked than her two senior brothers.

She finally realized why this boy from Qingjian City could climb from a Martial Arts Apprentice to the level of hammering down Divine Chosen in such a short period.

Extreme talent combined with extreme dedication.

Plus, some unknown but powerful foundation...

When these three combined in one person, the growth rate it unleashed was enough to shatter any so-called "common sense" and "impossible."

This recognition made even someone as proud as Wei Banmeng feel a heavy pressure and a faint... indescribable excitement.

To stand alongside such a person, or even compete, was in itself a challenge and an opportunity.

At a corner of the training ground, Fang Qingyu had just completed a set of extreme evasion drills and walked, slightly panting, towards Wei Banmeng and the others who were resting at the side.

Jiang Wei was sitting on a green stone nearby, taking small licks of a lollipop while browsing her phone.

"God Fang, just watching your training makes my liver hurt."

Chu Kuanglan handed over a bottle of water, genuinely admiring.

Lu Jiuyuan nodded as well: "Indeed, the explosive and transitioning moves of the Startled Swan Shadow-Stepping Technique put a massive load on the muscles and bones, yet you can practice for this long..."

Fang Qingyu took a few gulps of water, wiped the corner of his mouth, and calmly said: "I'm used to it. By the way, Banmeng, in this Hidden Dragon Plan, aside from us and Master Zhao from Tomorrow Mountain, who else should we pay special attention to? Those with considerable strength."

Wei Banmeng gathered her thoughts and her cold voice sounded: "There are indeed a few. Lei Pojun from Celestial Spirit Martial Arts Hall, who possesses the Celestial Spirit Dominating Thunder Fist known for its extreme ferocity. It's said he has perfected two forms of Hard Skills, his physical power is incredibly terrifying, and his temperament is fiery, making him a hot contender for the special squad quota. Liu Qingyan from Shenxiao Daoist School, whose body technique is as ethereal as an immortal, and her swordsmanship is sharp and mysterious. Additionally, Yin Wujiu from Nine Nether Pavilion has a chilling aura, excels in assassination and Poison Technique, and his whereabouts are elusive. He's a dangerous individual..."

She was detailing when suddenly...

"Beep——!! Beep beep beep——!!!"

A sharp, urgent, and extremely penetrating siren blared unexpectedly from the black communicators carried by each of them simultaneously!

The sound carried a sense of urgency, instantly piercing the training ground's clamor!

It came!

The five of them stood abruptly, their eyes turning sharp as blades in an instant.

"Go!"

Wei Banmeng let out a low shout, her form shooting like an arrow towards the exit of the training ground!

Fang Qingyu scooped up Jiang Wei and followed closely behind.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan also burst into their fastest speed.

The dedicated elevator hurtled downward, numbers flashing by frantically.

Target: Entrance at the underground depths!

The elevator door barely opened on the lower floor when a wave of heat, mixed with tension, excitement, and a metallic scent of blood, hit them squarely!

From deep within the passage, a deafening roar surged like a tsunami:

"In! In! In!!"

"Stop messing around, hurry!!"

"Next! Speed up!!!!"

Silhouettes overlapped ahead, all participants responding to the call from various Pocket World Blessed Lands.

At the entrance, several burly individuals in specially-made combat suits stood like iron gates, roughly shoving each charging silhouette through the eerie blue portal emitting an unstable spatial ripple and distorted halo!

There was no time for words, not even a chance to see clearly who was in front.

"Keep up!"

Wei Banmeng gave a compelling shout; her figure didn't pause a bit, transforming into a stream of light and diving fiercely into the halo.

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