# 825
Chapter 826: Fang Mo's Identity
Underground.
The instructors who were busy recording data on the new recruits all froze as they saw Lu Baoyou descend from the sky.
"Lu Baoyou? How is he here?" Yuan Gang furrowed his brows as he looked at the instructor beside him. "Didn't we drive him away already?"
"We definitely drove him away..."
"Then he must have snuck back on his own?"
"Chief Instructor, what do we do now?" Instructor Hong asked.
A proxy whose qualification to become a new recruit had been revoked had returned at this critical moment. This unexpected variable left all the instructors at a loss.
Yuan Gang's expression darkened as he gazed at the screen showing the boy gripping a blade and confronting Lin Qiye. He murmured to himself:
"The entanglement between gods?"
Yuan Gang knew very well in his heart that Michael and Lucifer were mortal enemies bound by fate. But he also knew that Lin Qiye, as Michael's proxy, had not signed any contract. In other words, the grievances of the Seraph had nothing to do with him in essence.
But Lu Baoyou was different.
Based on Lu Baoyou's behavior, his target appeared to be Lin Qiye.
Although the private dispute between the two angels had nothing to do with Great Xia, Yuan Gang still didn't want to witness Lin Qiye and this new recruit killing each other. If it were outside, Yuan Gang naturally wouldn't worry—given Lin Qiye's strength, he could easily seal and bind Lu Baoyou.
But the situation here was completely different.
Under the effect of the Town-Suppressing Stele, Lin Qiye's realm had been pulled down to the same level as Lu Baoyou's. Combined with the encirclement of the surrounding new recruits, if Lu Baoyou truly harbored killing intent and went to any lengths, Lin Qiye's situation would become extremely dangerous.
Of course, Lin Qiye was the captain of a special squad. In Yuan Gang's mind, if both sides used their full strength, the probability of Lin Qiye losing to Lu Baoyou was very small.
But "very small" was not the same as "none." Just like that training camp years ago, who could have predicted that Wang Mian, the堂堂 captain of the Mask Squad, would lose to an unnamed Lin Qiye?
This matter involved too many complications. It was better to be cautious.
After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Gang picked up the communicator and spoke to Lin Qiye through the earpiece:
"Qiye, you don't need to worry about Lu Baoyou. He's already had his new recruit qualification revoked. Let Jialan handle him and just eliminate him directly."
...
The Grand Training Ground.
Yuan Gang's voice came through the earpiece. Lin Qiye, draped in a deep crimson cloak, stood motionless in place, gazing calmly at Lu Baoyou's eyes filled with killing intent.
The other members of the Nightfall Squad also had earpieces in their ears. Upon hearing Yuan Gang's words, Jialan immediately extracted herself from her own battle and, transforming into a deep blue blur, rushed toward Lu Baoyou at high speed!
"No need." Lin Qiye suddenly spoke. "Jialan, don't come over."
"But..." Jialan hesitated.
"Listen to me."
"...Alright."
After struggling for a long while, Jialan reluctantly stopped in her tracks.
After all, she was a member of the Nightfall Squad. In terms of command priority, Lin Qiye's orders were what she must obey.
In Jialan's heart, of course she didn't think Lin Qiye would lose. But if she could help Qiqi eliminate all troubles in advance, she wouldn't hesitate in the slightest—and would even be happy to do so.
But since Lin Qiye told her to stop, she had no choice but to comply obediently.
In the chaotic battlefield, Lin Qiye and Lu Baoyou stood facing each other, their eyes locked together. Lu Baoyou's crimson-red eyes brimming with excited killing intent, while Lin Qiye's pale golden eyes remained as tranquil as a winter lake, undisturbed.
Lu Baoyou was overjoyed. He never expected that the Seraph's proxy Lucifer had ordered him to find would appear before him so quickly.
As long as he could kill this Seraph's proxy, he could complete the contract with Lucifer ahead of schedule and obtain even greater power. To a child of this age, this was an irresistible temptation.
"Do you even know who I am?" Lin Qiye spoke slowly.
"Who you are—what does that have to do with me?" Lu Baoyou gripped his blade and replied without hesitation. "The deity I proxy and the one you proxy are mortal enemies. Between the two angelic deities, only one can survive. Between the two proxies... only one can survive as well.
I don't know why these new recruits are surrounding you, and I don't care about your identity. All I know is that only by killing you can I live.
Surely the Seraph gave you the same orders too, right?"
Before Lin Qiye could respond, Lu Baoyou spoke again:
"If you're a man, don't be so wishy-washy. Let's fight fairly, each relying on our own abilities!"
At that moment, a white blur shot out from the crowd, flickering like a passing swan to land before Lu Baoyou!
Its speed was too fast, and it was completely silent. By the time Lu Baoyou sensed it, it had already flown into his face.
It was a snow-white cat with heterochromatic eyes.
In the night sky, that heterochromatic white cat's form twisted rapidly, transforming into a young boy roughly the same age as Lu Baoyou. With a flick of his palm, a short sword stabbed toward Lu Baoyou's throat like lightning!
Clean, decisive, with no reservations.
This wasn't a trial, much less a sparring match.
From the very first move, it was a fight to the death!
He wanted Lu Baoyou's life.
"You!?"
In that critical moment, Lu Baoyou's eyes erupted with dazzling crimson light. The short sword rapidly enlarging in his gaze began to decay at an astonishing rate. Then Lu Baoyou swiftly raised his arm, blocking the strike with his elbow.
The already-decayed short sword slashed against Lu Baoyou's arm, leaving behind only a shallow cut.
Anger appeared on Lu Baoyou's face. His right hand gripped the Straight Blade as it came slashing down, aiming for the top of Fang Mo's head. The latter's short sword had already decayed and shattered, so he could only nimbly retreat backward.
The distance between the two figures widened.
Fang Mo gripped the half-broken short sword hilt, standing in front of Lin Qiye. His sharp eyes gazed at the furious Lu Baoyou as he spoke calmly:
"What kind of thing are you? You're not qualified to have a fair fight with Lord Qiye!
If you want to fight, I'll fight you. If you want to fight for your life... I'll be the one having a death match with you!"
Fang Mo's sudden appearance left both Lin Qiye and Lu Baoyou stunned.
Lin Qiye gazed at the back of this young man before him. For some unknown reason, the Mortal Divine Realm within his body suddenly became active, and a strange sense of familiarity surged in his heart...
There seemed to be some connection between him and this young man.
Lin Qiye immediately thought of the mysterious young man An Qingyu had mentioned—the one suspected to be his son. If it weren't for the fact that he was certain he was still a virgin, he might truly have believed there was some blood relation between them... No, even blood relation wouldn't necessarily create such a strong sensation.
"Who are you?" Lin Qiye asked, confused.
Fang Mo turned around. Those eyes gazed at Lin Qiye for a moment.
He slowly lowered his head, kneeling respectfully on one knee:
"Cangnan survivor Fang Mo, pays respects to Lord Qiye."