Chapter 936 352: Three Ancient Techniques, The Celestial Punishment Association Stops Its Suicide!

He turned around, vanishing silently at the end of the corridor.

Fang Qingyu knew the original copy couldn't possibly be given to him.

So he turned and walked towards the elevator to return to the lobby on the first floor, casually finding a spot at the edge to sit and wait.

The lobby was bustling with voices.

The reason for suddenly coming to select a Martial Technique this time was because during these three days...

Fang Qingyu had gained a considerable amount of Skill Points.

One might say it was quite decent.

Because during these three days, the attacks from the Celestial Punishment Association never ceased.

As if after the annihilation of the Desolate Bone Corps, the people of the Celestial Punishment Association suddenly got enlightened.

No longer the tentative harassment like the first night.

But rather like a surging tide, wave after wave, each wave carrying the determined Will to assault Cyan Dragon Gang's various defense lines.

Taikang Road was the hardest hit disaster area.

Numerous figures dressed in black or blood-colored robes, silent as moths to a flame, rushed towards Fang Qingyu's stationed district.

And this gave Fang Qingyu the opportunity to reap Skill Points.

During these three days, Fang Qingyu gained a total of 383 Skill Points.

It's evident how many people from the Divine Cultist System Fang Qingyu killed.

And all these Skill Points.

Were entirely invested by Fang Qingyu into the old set of Skills from the Dragon Fist Grandmaster.

With a minor mental movement, the diagram unfolded before his eyes.

Clearly recording the results of these three days of frenzied investment:

[Core Skill 3: Nine Tribulations Body Level 4 (0/8000)]

[Core Skill 4: Thunder Flame World-Burning Slash Level 5 (Max)]

[Core Skill 5: Nine Prisons Break Extreme Level 5 (Max)]

[Core Skill 6: Thunder Shock Escape Shadow Level 5 (Max)]

[Core Skill 8: Nine Tribulations Cyan Dragon Body Level 4 (0/8000)]

Blade, fist, body, all three Martial Techniques had already reached Perfection.

Need only find a corresponding Martial Technique, elevate it to Perfection, then the fusion of Star Shattering Constellation System Skills can begin.

This was Fang Qingyu's main purpose for coming here.

And what delighted Fang Qingyu even more.

Was that the two Skills belonging to the Origin of Star Shattering Constellation, Falling Star and Star Remains, during these three days' battle and fragmented realization accumulation.

The activation progress rocketed, and soared all the way.

At this moment, the activation progress of the two Skills, calculated in percentages, had both reached over eighty percent.

Just a step away from fully activating and lighting up the core killer move of Star Shattering Constellation.

Estimated to be a matter of days.

...

Didn't wait long, the figure of the old man in linen appeared at the elevator entrance.

He walked up to Fang Qingyu, handing over three brand new books.

The covers were identical to the original, but the material had changed.

Obviously, they were freshly copied replicas.

The old man's cloudy eyes fixedly gazed at Fang Qingyu, slowly said: "The City Lord didn't instruct me, but I want to say a word, hopefully you won't leak it."

Fang Qingyu took the three replicas, still slightly warm, nodded: "Of course, I'll destroy them after reading."

Only then did the old man nod imperceptibly, said nothing more, turned, and his hunched figure once again silently vanished towards the elevator direction as if blending into the background.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu took the three Martial Techniques and walked out of the City Lord's Mansion lobby.

The sunlight outside was just right.

Sitting into the off-road vehicle parked at the door, the engine roared, driving back to the Cyan Dragon Gang territory.

Once again, night fell over Taikang Road.

The streetlights were dim.

In front of the convenience store.

Fang Qingyu's figure moved constantly under the light, flickering, bringing up trails of shadows.

He did not utilize any Qi Blood or Qi Force.

Only relying on the purest bodily Power and nerve reactions.

Practicing the three newly acquired Ancient Starry Sky Techniques in a space no larger than a square foot.

Heavenly Patrol Star Track, movements slow and heavy.

Each punch, twist of the waist, and step carried a peculiar rhythm.

Eternal Night Star-obliterating Blade, Fang Qingyu's fingers like a blade, slashing through the void.

Movements straightforward and direct, without any gaudiness, yet carried a dark mood of swallowing all brilliance.

Though the three Ancient Techniques hadn't been mastered yet.

And no abilities were used.

Just in this practice, some clues could be seen.

Practiced for a while, Fang Qingyu wiped his forehead and walked to the small folding table beside.

The phone screen beside suddenly lit up.

Fang Qingyu turned to look.

The screen displayed the internal communication group composed of core members of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

The message was from Old Chu.

A photo was sent.

The photo background was a dim alley corner piled with construction waste, with poor lighting, but enough to clearly see a corpse lying face down on the ground.

The corpse was dressed in a deep purple tight combat suit.

The fatal wound was on the back, a hole, almost blasting out the entire chest cavity.

Beneath the photo was a text message immediately sent by Old Chu, carrying obvious suspicion:

"Brothers, look at this person, found while clearing the perimeter mice, ambushed in the dark wanting to sinister, got casually killed by me, but why does this person look somewhat familiar? Does anyone recognize him?"

Followed by a head-scratch confused emoji.

Fang Qingyu watched, brow slightly furrowed.

Fingers enlarged the photo, staring hard at the face twisted by death and pain.

But...

Very unfamiliar.

Fang Qingyu could be sure he didn't know.

After a brief silence in the group, messages began jumping.

"Don't know."

"Looks pretty new, doesn't fit the mad dogs of Celestial Punishment Association."

"The color of this outfit is Bauhinia Association?"

Bauhinia Association?

Fang Qingyu's brow suddenly furrowed tightly.

He turned and separately copied the photo of the corpse sent by Old Chu, opened the chat window with Yan Lin.

Sent directly over.

Fingers swiftly tapping on the screen:

"Is this person from Bauhinia Association?"

Message sent.

Almost simultaneously, Yan Lin's reply popped up, astonishingly fast, just one word: