From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

The loud crashes of the wall breaking down echoed one after another, like the beating of war drums, spreading from room 98 all the way to the smaller numbered rooms!

Interspersed among them were shouts of anger or astonishment, but whatever the sound, it quickly turned into a painful groan or complete silence.

"Damn it! Who's causing trouble?!"

"Damn it, I..."

"Wait, wait! I give up..."

"Brother! Big brother! I was wrong! I just got back! I'll lie down right now!"

"Don't hit me in the face!"

……

Originally, Kuang Shisan was calm and ready to watch Fang Qing's challenge. But now, standing on the edge of the first hole he had smashed in room 98, his mouth involuntarily opened wide, and the arrogant and mocking expression on his face froze completely.

Instead, there was a profound sense of astonishment and disbelief.

He subconsciously moved forward and looked through the holes that were almost in a straight line, similar in size, and with radial cracks around the edges.

As far as the eye could see, there was a complete mess.

Dust swirled in the beam of light filtering through the hole. Several lower-ranking reserve camp members, whom he recognized but couldn't name, lay sprawled in their rooms in various peculiar positions.

Some were slumped in the corner groaning, some were lying on the ground convulsing, and some were even embedded in their own closets. Not a single one could even stand up straight.

Fang Qing's figure continued to break through forward! He was like a tireless and incredibly precise battering ram, each punch causing the walls to collapse and the opponents to crumble.

The roars usually last only a sentence or two before being interrupted by even faster violence, eventually turning into silence.

The few who tried to put up a tough fight only managed to hold out for a few more breaths, and the result was no different.

Kuang Shisan's Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he finally found his voice and shouted in the direction Fang Qing had broken through the wall, his tone filled with a sense of absurdity:

"Fang Qing! Wait! This isn't how you beat ten opponents at once! The rules allow you to gradually challenge others within a day! It doesn't mean you have to strung them together like a candied hawthorn on a stick, fighting your way from one end to the other in one go! Are you... are you demolishing a house or challenging someone?!"

He was completely stunned. Having spent three years in the Salt Patrol Guard's preparatory camp, Kuang Shisan prided himself on having seen many madmen and eccentrics, and witnessed all sorts of challenges. But nothing quite like Fang Qing's "one-against-ten" attack—simple and brutal, directly carving a straight path with his bare body, ignoring all sect rules, and crushing his opponents with near-overwhelming speed…

Unheard of! Unseen!

This completely overturned his understanding of the word "challenge"!

Even he, who had once successfully defeated ten opponents and was known for his arrogance and unruliness, was speechless and his mind was in chaos at this moment because of Fang Qing's extremely domineering behavior.

Fang Qing's movements were without the slightest hesitation or delay.

From number 98 to number 87, he broke through eleven walls in a row.

Throughout the process, he broke through walls, entered rooms, dealt with his opponents, and then broke through another wall... repeating the cycle repeatedly with breathtaking efficiency.

When Fang Qing reached room 87, after knocking out a guy who tried to ambush her with a dagger but was knocked away by the dagger, he paused slightly.

He remembered that room 96 was empty.

"To ensure everything goes perfectly..." he muttered to himself, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he turned around and threw another punch at the walls of rooms 86 and 85 in the opposite direction!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two extremely short bursts of sound followed two reserve camp members in rooms 86 and 85 who had just been startled by the continuous loud noises from next door and were about to check the situation with suspicion, before they could even figure out what was going on, Fang Qing broke through the wall and swiftly and cleanly took them down.

After doing all this, Fang Qing dusted off his hands, straightened his clothes which were covered in dust from the continuous wall breaches, and calmly walked to the door of room 85, pushed it open, and went out.

As Fang Qing walked slowly down the corridor back to his dilapidated room 98, Kuang Shisan was still standing by the original hole, staring blankly at the straight, man-made tunnel that stretched through more than a dozen rooms.

The neat arrangement, uniform size, and straight direction of those holes all demonstrate the exquisite and terrifying control the force exerted.

The sound of Fang Qing pushing open her bedroom door startled Kuang Shisan from his reverie.

At the same time, the door to room 99 next door was quietly opened a crack, revealing Zhanbo's face, which was filled with fear and relief.

When he saw the shocking hole in Fang Qing's wall, and the faintly visible series of breaches beyond the hole, he gasped in shock, a chill running down his spine.

"My goodness... Thank goodness... Thank goodness I was quick-witted and switched rooms with him..."

Zhanbo's voice trembled as he murmured, still shaken:

"If I lived next door to him... wouldn't that hole be in my wall? I'd have to fix it myself... what kind of monster neighbor did I get?!"

He dared not look any longer, and like a startled quail, he quickly shrank back and slammed the door shut.

The sound of a bolt being bolted could also be heard.

Fang Qing entered the room and saw Kuang Shisan looking him up and down with an extremely complex gaze, as if he were looking at some prehistoric beast.

Fang Qing raised an eyebrow and asked, "By the way, when I broke through the wall just now, you seemed to want to say something?"

Kuang Shisan's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, finally condensing all his emotions into a vague sigh. He shook his head and said dryly:

"It's nothing."

Just then, the iron pipe in the room, which had been silent for a moment, started to make a rustling friction sound again, this time more urgent than before.

Immediately afterwards, a small, light blue porcelain bottle, about the thickness of a thumb, tinkled as it slid down the pipe and was caught precisely in mid-air by Kuang Shisan, who was already prepared.

Kuang Shisan uncorked the bottle, and a medicinal fragrance several times stronger than the Qi Gathering Pill Fang Qing had given him immediately filled the air.

He poured out a few pills and examined them in his palm. The pills were round and plump, with a deep color, clearly indicating that they were of superior quality.

After confirming the number was correct, he flicked his wrist and tossed the entire small porcelain bottle toward Fang Qing.

"Here you go. Ten Qi Gathering Pills, not one missing." Kuang Shisan's voice regained some of its previous casualness, but deep in his eyes, the lingering shock still remained.

"Let's check it."

Fang Qing caught the porcelain bottle steadily. The cool touch and heavy weight on his fingertips eased his tense nerves.

He gently pushed open the cork with his thumb, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out, filling his nostrils and invigorating him.

He tilted the bottle slightly and looked inside, where he saw ten round, plump pills, each the size of a longan, lying quietly.

Fang Qing's breathing quickened slightly.

"The Salt Patrol Reserve Battalion is still the best..."

He couldn't help but sigh again, clutching the porcelain bottle tightly in his hand.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the nine Qi Gathering Pills were already firmly in hand.

Such efficiency and scale would have required countless trials and tribulations, and countless dangerous missions, to achieve elsewhere. At this moment, Fang Qing felt an unprecedented sense of belonging to the Salt Patrol Reserve Battalion.