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Chapter 748 - 307: What Is the Most Precious Thing in the City of Injustice!?

His sharp gaze scanned the crowd, finally landing on Fang Qingyu, his voice resonant: "Once everything goes smoothly, we’ll throw a grand celebration."

"To celebrate the rebirth of our Cyan Dragon Gang! It’s also high time we treat all our brothers and sisters of the Su Family properly. Previously, the conditions were crude, and everyone had to bear with it; this time, it must be made up for!"

"Yes—!!!"

"Mighty Brother Meng!"

"No one goes home sober!"

The room instantly erupted in a chorus of cheers and responses.

...

The night descended.

The Gray Rock District sank into a silence mixed with lights and shadows.

The rooftop of the dormitory building was spacious and quiet.

The night breeze carried the scent of dust from the distant construction site.

Fang Qingyu’s figure was akin to a droplet merging into ink.

Silently flowed out from the shadows of the room.

Spreading upwards along the cold stairway gaps.

Finally solidifying again at the concrete edge of the rooftop.

In the moonlight, a graceful silhouette had long been waiting there.

She was facing away from the stairway entrance, her simple black dress slightly swaying in the night wind, outlining a cool silhouette.

It was none other than the Bauhinia Association’s president, Yan Lin.

Until Fang Qingyu’s presence distinctly reached from behind.

Yan Lin turned around with a hint of surprise.

Evidently, Fang Qingyu’s ability exceeded her previous predictions.

"Yan Lin."

She took the initiative to speak, her voice calm like water, simultaneously extending her hand.

The gesture was straightforward and crisp.

Without a hint of a superior’s aloofness or politeness.

Fang Qingyu was slightly startled, rapidly gathering his thoughts, and likewise extended his hand, lightly shaking hands with Yan Lin: "Fang Qingyu."

Releasing her hand, Yan Lin’s lips curved into a faint smile, watching Fang Qingyu, her eyes carrying a playful tone: "Do you know what you’re being called in the city now?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Fang Qingyu’s eyes, and he shook his head: "Not sure. What rumors are there outside?"

He had been unconscious for several days, completely unaware of external information.

Yan Lin did not answer directly, instead pulling out a neatly folded newspaper from her small black bag and handed it over.

In the City of Injustice, information dissemination was complex, and newspapers, a seemingly outdated medium.

Because it was not easily monitored or altered.

It remained popular in certain circles.

Fang Qingyu took the newspaper.

The front-page headline was boldly printed in black:

"A War Shakes the Heavens! City of Injustice Discovers Mystical Twin Prodigies, Combat Strength Feared in Top Three of Apostle List!!!"

Below the headline.

Accompanied by several blurry yet impactful photographs:

The first was him invoking Shenxiao·Dragon Transformation from a high altitude, that colossal dragon formed by furious golden thunder, stretching a hundred meters, its eyes like blazing suns.

Descending with a pulverizing might akin to crushing stars.

The second was him raising the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, invoking Divine Punishment Thunder.

A massive golden thunder light column tore through the dense Black Wind Domain, ruthlessly striking the enormous true spirit will of Guiche locked by pure white Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Golden thunder intertwined with white fire, forming a shocking apocalyptic judgment scene.

The report speculated that the battling sides were at least within the top five or even top three levels of the Apostle List’s fearsome existence.

Its destructive power far surpassed the usual Peak of Third Tier.

Regarding Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s identities, the newspaper speculated the two were secret ace cultivations by a superpower within the Inner City.

They were labeled with the codename "Golden Thunder God."

Fang Qingyu quickly skimmed through, his facial expression unchanged, merely nodding.

This kind of fame did not concern him.

He was more interested in actual things.

Putting down the newspaper, Fang Qingyu looked at Yan Lin, curiously asking: "What do you think my combat strength ranks in this City of Injustice?"

The question was asked very straight-forwardly.

Yan Lin clearly didn’t expect him to inquire about ranking so directly, and was momentarily stunned, then soon fell into a brief contemplation.

She seemed to rapidly compare and measure something in her mind, a moment later seriously gazing into Fang Qingyu’s eyes, giving a clear answer:

"About fifth, I’d say."

Fang Qingyu’s brow barely perceptibly twitched.

The explosive power of Shenxiao Envoy, combined with the support of Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, he considered himself enough to sweep through his tier.

Fifth?

There are four ahead?

Seeing the flash of doubt in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.

Yan Lin’s smile deepened slightly, with a hint of explanation: "Don’t be upset. Even if you might be slightly stronger than me in actual combat," she gestured with her pinky, "You can only rank fifth because I am sixth."

Fang Qingyu: "..."

The reason left him rather speechless.

Yan Lin continued, her tone carrying a hint of critique: "Don’t underestimate the depth of the waters in the City of Injustice."

"None of those who rank in the top five of the Apostle List are easy opponents."

"They may not possess talent as extraordinary as yours, but all are old monsters who’ve immersed in the Peak of Third Tier for ten, even several decades."

"Their combat experience, exploration of their own abilities, their hidden cards, have reached mind-boggling levels."

"You can possess the ability to aspire to the top five at such a young age, just as you’ve barely entered the threshold of the peak; that’s exceedingly rare, even monstrous."

The last two words carried a bit of jest but also contained a genuine appraisal.

After listening, Fang Qingyu showed a hint of understanding in his eyes.

Indeed.

Time and accumulation are a terrifying force in themselves.

Those old monsters polished themselves for decades, excavating the potential of the third tier to the extreme.

Possessing extraordinary means is indeed possible.

He nodded: "Understood."

"So..." Fang Qingyu brought the conversation back on track, "What is the current situation with the Bauhinia Association? Previously I heard from Banmeng’s retelling; you said it’s still the same people?"