Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 421 - 226: When the Dust Settles, Choosing the Garrison Area
In the upcoming tournament battles.
Everyone began to display their Divine Power after Fang Qingyu confirmed his team members.
His gaze swept over the intense battles on the stage and glanced towards other seats.
He was slightly puzzled, where is Zhao Feng?
As a disciple of Tomorrow Mountain and hearing from Wei Banmeng that he also broke through to Tier Two.
He didn’t seem to see Zhao Feng’s name during the draw just now!?
But this thought merely flashed across his mind.
Soon, it was interrupted by the even more intense clashes on the stage.
Ultimately, after a fierce competition, the second place was seized by "Profound Yin Finger" Liu Hanyan.
Her finger technique was sharp and fierce, combined with the soft transformations of the True Meaning of Water, making it hard for opponents to defend, ultimately securing her defense of the stage.
The third place went to "Immovable Ming King" Shikong.
This Buddhist Guardian Vajra, after conceding to Fang Qingyu, seemed to have shed some burden, channeling all his pent-up energy on the stage. His Golden Body clashed fiercely, with Buddha’s Radiance illuminating everywhere, resisting repeated challenges from several strong opponents, ultimately standing firm with powerful defense and strength.
Real Master Xuancheng stood up again, his voice resounding throughout the venue: "The Hidden Dragon Plan special squad, the positions for the three captains have been decided, Fang Qingyu, Liu Hanyan, Shikong! Congratulations to the three of you!"
The applause thundered, but more complex gazes were directed towards Fang Qingyu.
Real Master Xuancheng continued, "The three captains, please lead your well-formed team members to report and assemble on the top floor of the mansion in three days. At that time, important missions and resource allocations will be announced." He paused, his tone carrying unquestionable authority, "Time is tight, I hope you make preparations early."
As his words fell, it announced the official end of the quota contest.
The crowd began to stir.
Many gazes, especially from those who performed brilliantly in the challenges but couldn’t secure a captain position, or those who considered themselves talented, eagerly looked towards Fang Qingyu, Liu Hanyan, and Shikong.
There are only three captain positions, but four team member positions!
Just being able to join any of the teams is a huge opportunity!
As soon as Fang Qingyu stood up, several figures immediately surrounded him with eager smiles.
"Captain Fang! Congratulations! Is there still a vacancy in your team’s slots? I have quite the expertise in Life Ghost..." A calm family scion was the first to speak.
"God Fang! I am..." Another person’s words were cut short.
Fang Qingyu did not stop, just shook his head quietly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan by his side.
The talented individuals who had gathered followed his gaze.
The eagerness on their faces instantly froze, then turned into realization and deep disappointment.
Five people!
These five people with Fang Qingyu perfectly formed the full configuration of a special team!
Fang Qingyu didn’t lack team members; he had already assembled his team!
And seeing Wei Banmeng and the others standing by his side, with that natural demeanor of him being the leader, clearly, a tacit understanding had already been reached.
"Uh... Congratulations Captain Fang, your team is full and well-combined! Excuse me!" The quick-reacting family scion immediately clasped his fists in congratulations and then decisively turned around, his eyes quickly shifting towards Liu Hanyan and Shikong.
Others also realized, dispersing rapidly like tides, eagerly heading towards the other two captains.
Soon, several women with gentle or aloof temperaments surrounded Liu Hanyan, clearly showing her inclination to form a predominantly female team.
Meanwhile, Shikong was surrounded by some martial artists with equally strong auras, taking the strong route.
Seeing the situation, Fang Qingyu whispered to his companions, "Let’s go."
The five of them moved swiftly and surely, quickly cutting through the bustling crowd, retracing their steps, leaving the noisy Celestial Stage.
On the way down the mountain, Chu Kuanglan remained excited, waving his fists: "Haha, God Fang, did you see the expressions of those people just now? They eagerly came over, only to find out our team was already full!"
Lu Jiuyuan also nodded with a smile: "Following God Fang, there’s no mistake! Saves us from competing for those two spots with others."
Wei Banmeng’s usually cold face showed a hint of relaxation as she looked at Fang Qingyu: "Qingzi, how do we plan the next three days?"
Feeling the fresh spiritual energy in the mountain, Fang Qingyu’s tone was calm: "Rest and consolidate your realms well. Gather on the top floor of Hidden Dragon Mansion in three days."
"Understood!" The three replied in unison.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze fell on Jiang Wei, who quietly sucked on a lollipop, her face still expressionless, as if the entire exhilarating battle and outcome just now had nothing to do with her, just the mountain breeze brushing past her hair.
Everything went so smoothly that it seemed a bit dull.
When Fang Qingyu could single-handedly slay "Erosion," a Divine Reincarnation that had lurked for years with its strange methods, today’s events on the Celestial Stage had already lost suspense.
Whether it was vanquishing or conceding.
They were merely some slightly prominent stepping stones on this destined path to the Peak.
Returning to the Pocket World Blessed Land, the Bamboo Creek Courtyard remained tranquil as ever.
Fang Qingyu didn’t even choose to rest immediately but took Jiang Wei directly to the training ground.
Primarily, Fang Qingyu needed to familiarize himself with the new abilities and the power of the Dragon Fist Grandmaster.
He also needed to get familiar with Shun’s Dragon Craft, this pair of arm armor, when no one was around.
In the training ground, Fang Qingyu’s figure sometimes transformed into an elusive Thunder, sometimes punched like a dragon, the heavy fist wind making the specially-made alloy target pile buzz continuously, with the Dark Gold Dragon Shadow flashing and disappearing at the punch’s edge.
Jiang Wei sat at the edge of the field, embracing a tablet, occasionally lifting her clear gaze to watch for a while, her small mouth changing the lollipop more frequently than usual.
