Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Thunder Slash Transformation Realm!
At two in the morning, Lansha Street fell into a deathly silence.
The shops along the street had long since closed, their faded signs swaying gently in the wind.
The already sparse streetlights had dimmed by two more, leaving only enough glimmer to barely outline the cracked concrete road.
A piercing screech of tires suddenly shattered the night sky.
A black car shot out from the corner, its headlights slicing through the fog with beams of ghastly white.
The speeding wheels skidded quickly over a puddle and came to a stop in the middle of the road.
If a normal person saw this, they’d definitely think it was the scene of a skid-induced accident.
But neither the driver nor Fang Qingyu could worry about that now.
Since he had agreed to it.
The staff had switched the radio to the channel next to the force field.
And from their conversations.
The situation was not optimistic.
Earlier, Old Qiao had also mentioned a few things, indirectly proving that killing a Life Ghost was a brutal affair.
But ever since Fang Qingyu entered this circle.
All he encountered were geniuses or geniuses among geniuses.
Like the entire special training class.
A hundred people.
So far, not a single death has occurred.
And at this moment...
The moment Fang Qingyu stepped through the force field ripple.
A strong scent of iron filled his nostrils.
Blood mist hovered in the stagnant air, the ground of the thirty-meter-long alley covered in sticky scarlet, broken shinbones wedged diagonally into wall cracks, a half-cut hand still gripping a shattered short knife tightly.
Several mutilated torsos were scattered like spokes, organs resembling the innards of a child’s torn rag doll...
The most intact head lay facing upwards, asphalt walls streaked with radiating blood splatters, like the dying thrashes of some giant spider.
In fact, two minutes ago.
No matter how much Fang Qingyu shouted.
The radio had gone silent, never to utter a sound again.
This scene was inevitable.
But even now, it wasn’t over.
The Life Ghost that caused this carnage hadn’t been dealt with.
Fang Qingyu was the first to arrive.
Stepping into the alley, both skills, Night Visit and Crisis Perception, activated simultaneously.
In an instant.
The darkness of the alley surged forth, as if whispering softly about what had just happened.
Fang Qingyu walked forward without expression.
Stopping in front of a corpse.
The eyes were dead and unclosed.
Yet they weren’t so much terrified but rather angry, as if wishing to dismember the opponent a thousand times over.
"Plop."
A drop of viscous blood fell to the ground.
The moment Fang Qingyu lowered his head.
Two scarlet pupils opened within the shadows on the ground.
A humanoid shape formed of coagulated blood rapidly grew.
But in mid-air, the body suddenly broke apart into blood arrows, shooting at Fang Qingyu’s forehead with incredible speed!!
The blood arrows in the pupils rapidly enlarged.
Yet Fang Qingyu remained unfazed, simply tracing a semicircle on the blood pool to dodge effortlessly.
At the same time, the ink-black blade unsheathed in the night.
With a flick of his right wrist, the blade arced upward like a night owl’s wing.
Piercing into the blood plasma.
The liquid emitted a shrill wail like a baby’s cry.
Simultaneously, a slippery and eerie sensation coursed through Fang Qingyu’s wrist bones.
The severed lower half of the blood plasma didn’t fall; instead, in the air, it exploded into hundreds of blood pearls, each surface twisted with a human face.
The alley echoed with sobs in succession.
This bizarre scene was enough to drive one’s sanity to its nadir.
But Fang Qingyu felt nothing.
Rather, looking at the Life Ghost’s charade before him, he found it somewhat amusing.
In the face of Guard + Crisis Perception + Profession title + Night Visit in the dark.
The Life Ghost named Blood Slaughter.
Doing such tricks was like a blacksmith dying with eyes wide open.
Reckless!!!
The blood pearl swarm, like iron filings drawn by a magnet,
Suddenly shot towards the surrounding walls.
Cracks in the shattered bricks seeped dark red liquid, the entire alley’s walls began secreting blood plasma, and in no time trapped Fang Qingyu in a blood cocoon less than three meters in diameter.
Darkness pressed with a stifling stink into his nostrils.
Fang Qingyu tapped the back of his blade with a finger, ignoring the bloody wall before him.
His gaze remained fixed intently on the black title.
The blade cleaved diagonally, bringing a whistling wind sound.
This time, the blade made solid contact, the initial move of Thunder Slash precisely cleaving into Blood Slaughter.
But the blade that should have sliced through effortlessly suddenly stalled, as dozens of translucent arms from the blood plasma clamped onto the blade firmly.
The temperature within the blood cocoon plummeted.
The faces that had just been lying on the ground reassembled before Fang Qingyu, mouths split to the ears... continuously opening and closing.
Fang Qingyu watched this scene without expression.
The blade’s cry erupted.
Gold and silver patterns spread across his body,
Both hands gripped the sword handle, wrist muscles bulging, driving the blade into a spiral cross-cut.
"Zheng—"
A rumbling buzz like distant thunder echoed through the alley.
The instant the blade tore the blood cocoon open, the viscous blood plasma burst like a ruptured water sack.
Dark red liquid splashed radially, blood pearls mid-air merging into a salty rain curtain, pelting and rattling against the alley’s tin trash cans.
Yet Fang Qingyu still did not relax.
His gaze that seemed to look at the dead.
Remained fixed on an inconspicuous blood pearl.
Seeing it slowly wriggle on the ground.
The ink-black blade, carrying a faint sound of wind and thunder, pinned it into the depths of a wall crack.
Thus.
The alley returned to its deathly silence.
The Thunder Slash in the Transformation Realm indeed had a thunderous sound.
On the road, Fang Qingyu.
Temporarily used one skill point to upgrade the Thunder Slash Saber Technique.
Unfortunately.
He still didn’t make it in time.
[Life Ghost·Blood Slaughter has been recorded, reward 1 skill point]
[Blood Nightmare Species: Malicious Proliferation Type]
[Collection progress: 2/5]
With a mere glance at the chart.
Fang Qingyu began calling the staff to clean the scene.
There were quite a few dismembered limbs on site, and the staff took quite a while to collect them, not yet finished.
Let alone piecing them together for a complete corpse.
Fang Qingyu didn’t watch further.
Turning to head back to the Divine Management Bureau.
But support always arrives after the situation ends.
"Hey, what’s it like inside?!"
As Fang Qingyu was about to leave the force field, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"The Life Ghost is already dead."
Fang Qingyu replied, somewhat stunned as he listened.
"Qingzi?"
The radio on the other side heard Fang Qingyu’s voice, paused for a few seconds, then uncertainly asked.
"It’s me."
Fang Qingyu turned to look at Old Qiao and the others.
"Oh my, it really is you!!"
Old Qiao and Lv Chen both stepped into the force field, smiles instantly spreading across their faces upon seeing Fang Qingyu.
But after only a couple of steps.
The bloody iron scent flooded their nostrils.
Instinctively looking at the gruesome scene ahead.
In stunned silence for several seconds, they said nothing.
"Are you alright?"
But both of them had seen significant storms before, and after a slight adjustment, they began checking for any injuries on Fang Qingyu.
"I’m fine, just arrived two minutes late."
Fang Qingyu said somewhat helplessly.
Old Qiao, upon hearing this, deliberated for a moment before cautiously advising.
"Uh, this is normal, you don’t need to blame their deaths on yourself, everyone thought about this day when choosing this path."
"Understood, I’m just sighing."
Fang Qingyu was no longer an inexperienced rookie.
He wouldn’t develop any psychological issues because of his colleague’s tragic scene.
Saying that, he circled around Old Qiao and Lv Chen with furrowed brows.
"Enough about me, what on earth happened to you guys?!"