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The person on the left is tall with a handsome face, a perfectly balanced smile on his lips, wearing a fitted dark casual outfit. He looks more like a scion of a wealthy family than a martial artist.

His gaze is calm, carrying a sense of scrutiny and exploration.

The person on the right appears much more sinister.

He is thin, wearing an inconspicuous grey jacket, hands in his pockets, slightly bowing his head, his eyes like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadow, cold and sharp, with undisguised scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible hostility.

Fang Qingyu paused, his gaze instantly becoming sharp.

He did not know these two people, but the faint, deliberately restrained yet powerful Qi Blood fluctuation emanating from them, and the sense of them locking onto his energy field, clearly set them apart from ordinary passersby.

"Fang Qingyu, Mr. Fang?" the handsome young man on the left was the first to speak, his voice gentle and polite, with an appropriate smile on his face, "Nice to meet you. I am Ying Yufan, and this is Leng Hui. We are from Shangjing."

Fang Qingyu looked at them expressionlessly, without responding.

Jiang Wei seemed to sense the abnormal atmosphere too, stopped eating chips, and curiously looked at the two strangers clutching the bag.

Ying Yufan wasn't bothered by Fang Qingyu's indifference, his smile remained unchanged as he continued, "Mr. Fang, you have the ability to fight beyond your level at such a young age, which is truly commendable. I wonder if Mr. Fang is interested in joining our Tianshu Martial Arts Hall? The platform and resources in Shangjing are far superior to Qingjian City. With Mr. Fang's talent, given time, your future is limitless." His words were full of allure, as if sincerely recruiting talent.

Fang Qingyu remained unmoved, directly uttering two words: "No time."

The refusal was straightforward, without any hesitation.

Ying Yufan's smile faltered slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his amicable demeanor. Leng Hui beside him let out a very light snort from his nostrils, his gaze turning even colder.

"Hehe, Mr. Fang is straightforward." Ying Yufan chuckled, seemingly unsurprised, "Since Mr. Fang has no interest in this, let's not beat around the bush."

His voice remained gentle, but suddenly the temperature in his words dropped: "We came here wanting to ask for Mr. Fang's guidance. It is said that Mr. Fang won a Divine Armament from various martial arts halls in Shangjing during the Martial Arts Apprentice phase?"

He finally revealed his true intentions!

Fang Qingyu's gaze turned completely cold, his lips curving into a cold arc.

"Who told you that was a reward from the martial arts competition!?"

However, Ying Yufan acted as if he didn't hear, his smile completely vanished, replaced by a kind of condescending scrutiny and an inevitable greed: "A Divine Armament is a treasured tool of the Federation. That day, Mr. Fang managed to win it because those disciples lacked the skills. But to keep such a treasure in Qingjian City, in the hands of a martial artist who hasn't fully matured... would be wasted and become a target for others."

He paused, his tone becoming more aggressive: "This time, we are representing numerous martial arts halls to request Mr. Fang's guidance under the guise of 'martial arts exchange.' The stake is that Divine Armament!"

"Of course," Ying Yufan seemed afraid that Fang Qingyu might refuse outright, quickly added, while gesturing towards Leng Hui, "since it's a wager, we will naturally offer something of equivalent value to show fairness."

Leng Hui expressionlessly turned and looked at the two specially crafted metal boxes beside him.

He opened one, and a rich, pure, life-filled energy instantly spread out! Inside the box lay hundreds of marble-sized Life Pearls, all blue and seemingly with flows of light moving inside.

He opened another box, revealing hundreds of irregularly shaped, fingernail-sized dark red crystal stones, these crystals seemingly naturally solidified from coagulated blood.

Hundreds of... Tier Two First Realm Life Pearls, hundreds of... Tier Two purity Qi Blood Crystals.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

"The value of these items is enough to match the Divine Armament, isn't it?" Ying Yufan's tone carried a hint of arrogant charity, "If Mr. Fang wins, the items are yours. If you lose... please return things to their rightful owner!"

Fang Qingyu glanced at the "priceless" wager, his gaze unfazed, becoming colder, like ten thousand years of ice.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a tangible blade, cutting through Ying Yufan's hypocritical smiling face and Leng Hui's sinister features.

An oppressive anger, like a volcano ready to erupt, surged deep in his eyes.

"Huh..." Fang Qingyu let out a cold snicker, filled with undisguised mockery and... murderous intent!

Not to mention whether the items were equal in worth.

Just their pompous reason for wagering his Divine Armament made Fang Qingyu want to laugh.

This reward was initiated by the Divine True Body, and after saving the special training class students, completing the old man's task, it was finally obtained.

But now, they...

Directly considered the Divine Armament as a wager, a prize.

And the two came despite knowing Qingjian City's current situation to deliberately challenge him, which truly is...

Like using a small knife to carve one's bottom, exposing their eye.

Listening to Ying Yufan's pompous yet greed-filled words, watching the hypocritical "charity" expressions on their faces, a feeling of absurdity and cold anger surged like magma in Fang Qingyu's chest.