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Fang Cheng's clothes shattered in an instant, turning into countless butterflies that were swept away by the wind into endless darkness.

Ghost Scythe's eyes widened suddenly, and deep in his pupils was a scene that shattered his worldview.

The young man before us, who was originally gentle and even had a scholarly air, underwent an inhuman transformation in an instant.

If he was a docile sheep just a second ago, he has now transformed into a ferocious beast that will devour anyone who dares to attack.

Every muscle on his body was sharply defined, as if it were alloy armor forged by a hydraulic press.

The key is--

Beneath that imposing inverted triangle figure, all that remained was a pair of tight red underwear.

That bright red color stood out starkly against the night sky, exuding a primal wildness.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was some kind of perverted exhibitionist who ran away from somewhere.

"What do you want to do..."

Ghost Scythe's lips twitched slightly, and he unconsciously gripped the dagger in his hand tighter.

The scene before him made it impossible for him not to have ulterior motives.

This guy is no longer some kind of civilian employee in the special search team.
He's clearly a super-male monster with hormones off the charts!

He had been an assassin for over a decade and had never seen a madman who would strip naked before a fight.

and.

Even from a distance of more than ten meters, the surging blood and qi that scorched the surrounding air like an oven still made his skin feel hot.

It felt as if I was facing not a person, but a volcano about to erupt.

Fang Cheng stood still, his body surrounded by a faint golden flame.

He slowly raised his left hand, the gold-rimmed glasses in his palm already severely deformed.

"Crench!"

The delicate glasses that represented a refined image were instantly crushed into a pile of iron slag under the terrifying force of the fingers.

The crisp sound of metal breaking was particularly jarring in the silent building.

"You're also a physical enhancer? And a strength-type one at that?"

Ghost Scythe's eyes gleamed, his muscles taut, like a bowstring drawn taut.

While secretly preparing for battle, his mind raced, trying to reassess the current situation.

"Am I a power type...?"

Fang Cheng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile appearing particularly chilling amidst the rising steam from his body.

"You'll know once you try it, won't you?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Click!

Suddenly, a hole appeared in the concrete slab beneath Fang Cheng's feet, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards in an instant.

It was like the starting gun that fired the first shot of a battle.

His figure disappeared from the spot.

Just as Oni-scythe was about to reply, his eyelids suddenly started twitching wildly.

A strong sense of impending death made his scalp tingle, and the hairs on his body stood on end in an instant.

No, not disappear.

It's because it's too fast!

It's so fast that the retina can't even capture it; it's faster than the speed of sound.

boom!
Immediately afterwards, a belated explosion rang out in the air.

Fang Cheng, accompanied by a visible white cone-shaped shockwave cloud, surged forward at breakneck speed.

That is proof that the physical body has broken the sound barrier.

In the blink of an eye, an iron fist burning with golden flames had already slammed into Ghost Scythe's face.

There are no frills, only extreme speed and power.

During what seemed like a casual conversation, Fang Cheng had already secretly completed the charging of his "Qilin Arm," activating his five-second invincible state as a true man.

All for this moment of thunderous strike.

No matter when or where, no matter what abilities your opponent possesses, or what cards they are hiding.

The best option is always to strike first and aim to kill the enemy with a single blow!

"too fast!"

The Oni-Kiri standing opposite him had his pupils shrink to pinpoints, his brain not even having time to issue the command to dodge.

His body relied solely on his honed fighting instincts to parry by holding the specially made alloy dagger horizontally in front of his chest.

The instant the iron fist struck the dagger, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

clang--

The dagger that had followed the Demon Scythe for many years and drunk countless lives twisted and deformed like noodles the moment it came into contact with the fist.

Immediately afterwards, the metal structure could not withstand the terrifying kinetic energy that was enough to destroy the steel armor.

In the blink of an eye, it shattered into countless glittering fragments, scattering in all directions.

"C1, kinetic energy transfer!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Oni-Kan screamed wildly in his heart.

The fleshy black mole between his eyebrows suddenly glowed red, like an eerie eyeball forcibly opened in the darkness.

Fang Cheng's fist continued its momentum, carrying destructive and violent power, and slammed hard into Gui Lian's crossed arms and chest.

However, at that very moment, the air around Oni-Kami seemed to twist strangely.

The red light emanating from between his eyebrows even shone through his skin and flesh, illuminating the outline of his head.

Fang Cheng felt as if his fist had smashed into a bottomless vortex.

The force, powerful enough to shatter a load-bearing pillar, strangely dissipated the moment it touched Oni-scythe's body.

The terrifying power of that punch seemed to be instantly captured by that "evil eye".

It's like an extremely precise energy diverter, converting massive kinetic energy into a high-frequency pulse that is instantly and directionally transmitted to the surrounding medium.

Feeling the ethereal touch of the fist, a cold glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

"One punch isn't enough?"

"Then a hundred punches!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he seized the opportunity of close combat, his large back muscles suddenly contracted, and his arms instantly turned into blurry afterimages.

Skill effects, "Infinite Combo" activated!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

A dense sonic boom exploded in the air, as if a machine gun was firing wildly at people's eardrums.

Fang Cheng's fists were like an out-of-control hydraulic pile driver, unleashing hundreds of punches in 0.1 seconds.

Each punch was accompanied by a white shockwave, transforming into countless golden fist shadows that completely engulfed the Demon Scythe.

That overwhelming kinetic energy flowed along the body of the demon scythe, was frantically drawn in by the "evil eye," and instantly directed to the surrounding medium.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The first to suffer were the walls and load-bearing pillars around Oni-scythe.

Fang Cheng's fists were all hitting Gui Lian, but the concrete wall beside him was cracking inch by inch amidst the deafening roar.

In the blink of an eye, countless shocking craters and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the unfinished building.

The solid concrete floor slab was violently ripped open by the shock wave.

The gravel scattered like bullets, instantly turning the surrounding rusty railings into twisted pieces of scrap metal.

The clay bombs that the demon scythe had pre-placed on the top floor detonated one after another as the red light on his forehead flashed wildly, attempting to use them as an outlet to absorb the enormous kinetic energy.

But this force was too great, too violent!

The clay at the top layer, acting as a medium, was instantly overloaded, like several balloons bursting, turning into ashes in less than half a second.

"Not enough! Not enough!!"

Ghost Scythe roared in his heart, the black mole on his forehead had completely burst open, revealing a scarlet vertical pupil.

The terrifying kinetic energy that hadn't had time to dissipate and was trapped in his body, enough to kill him, was forced to continue surging elsewhere along the invisible links, searching for a new outlet.

"Boom——"

Finally, a muffled roar suddenly resounded from somewhere downstairs.

Those were more than ten clay bombs that Oni-scythe had planted on other floors during his ascent upstairs.

At that moment, the terrifying destructive power unleashed by Fang Cheng's fists actually transcended the limitations of space and was forcibly "grafted" onto those bombs.

As several thick load-bearing pillars collapsed at the same time, the entire 33-story unfinished building trembled violently.

The ground beneath their feet suddenly sank, as if a small earthquake had occurred. "Bang!"

Although most of the kinetic energy was transferred, the impact force generated by the energy overload was still terrifying.

Ghost Scythe was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and at the same time successfully escaped the range of Fang Cheng's fist peak.

His back slammed into the exposed, rusted steel railing at the edge of the unfinished building.

creak-

Several thick, solid steel bars were twisted into pretzels by the impact, barely stopping his retreat.

"Cough cough cough..."

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Oni-scythe knelt on one knee.

Although he looked disheveled and his clothes were tattered, there were no fatal wounds on his body.

He wiped the dust off his face, his eyes filled with not only horror but also a morbid ecstasy.

"Thank goodness... If I had been 0.1 seconds later, I would have been turned into mincemeat."

"Fortunately, there were enough bombs planted beforehand."

Ghost Scythe, panting heavily, stared intently at the robust figure standing amidst the smoke and dust, gleaming with golden light, his heart churning with turmoil.

This power... it's simply unreasonable!
If I had only relied on ordinary defensive methods, even with a bulletproof shield, I would have been punched through the hole by the opponent.

Fortunately, his abilities are perfectly capable of suppressing such enhanced individuals who rely solely on physical strength.

It was precisely because of this special ability that he was dispatched by the organization to carry out the mission of capturing the murderer.

Oni-scythe subconsciously touched the burning hot "black mole" on his forehead.

This is not a common skin tumor, nor is it a congenital organ.

Instead, it was transplanted through surgery in that hellish laboratory, where he narrowly escaped death.

The third eye of the abyssal creature, the "Ghost Eye Lizard".

In the words of those scientists, this thing could be called a "bio-initiating gland".

Hundreds of millions of years ago, many reptiles possessed a third eye with amazing functions.

However, as the Earth's environment changed and biological eras progressed, this organ gradually degenerated and eventually disappeared into the long river of evolution, completely vanishing from the body structure of modern organisms.

The eye of the lizard he transplanted possesses extremely rare "energy conduction and resonance" characteristics.

It can secrete a colorless and odorless "etheric enzyme," which is usually mixed into specially made clay explosives through its sweat and blood.

Once this clay is mixed with catalytic enzymes, it becomes like having active cells, turning into an extremely sensitive biological bomb.

They don't need a remote control to detonate; instead, they rely on this eye to emit specific "high-frequency biopulses."

The higher the frequency, the more targets can be detonated, and the greater the explosive power.

Of course, consciousness that consumes a lot of mental energy will also become unstable.

Therefore, the evil eye of this demonic lizard is usually sealed.

At this moment, as his abilities were activated, the tumor-like mole on Oni-scythe's forehead had completely turned dark red and was burning hot.

Ultimately, it truly became a blood-red vertical pupil that opened in the darkness, emitting a chilling red light.

A biting night wind swept through the empty building, quickly dispersing the dust and smoke.

Fang Cheng stood still, maintaining his punching stance.

With a hissing sound like a pressure cooker releasing gas, the boiling blood and qi in his body began to calm down.

The muscles that had swollen like monsters contracted rapidly, like a hydraulic rod retracting.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his original fair-skinned, lean, and even slightly thin appearance.

Despite the violent explosion and shockwave, his seemingly delicate skin was completely untouched by dust or scratches.

"Oh? He's not completely dead?"

Looking at the Ghost Scythe who had stood up again, Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as well.

He was well aware of the force of his punch.

With the Qilin Arm charging up its power, combined with the boost from the Invincible Body state and the terrifying kinetic energy that breaks the sound barrier, the power of "infinite combo" is unleashed.

Let alone a person, even a fully loaded heavy truck would be blown to pieces in an instant.

The other party not only did not die, but did not even have a clear penetrating wound.

Fang Cheng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the charred marks remaining on his fist.

He then raised his head, looking thoughtfully at the blood-red eye between the ghost's brows:
"I see."

"First there were a series of explosions in the vicinity, then a violent explosion came from downstairs..."

Thoughts raced through Fang Cheng's mind, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The feeling of my fist hitting the ground during that fight was strange, like punching into a void vortex.

The force was forcibly directed to other objects by some mechanism, which is similar to the legendary "hitting a cow across a mountain".

However, this transmission is obviously not without cost and is subject to strict medium limitations.

Fang Cheng's gaze passed over Gui Lian's shoulder and landed on the half-open toolbox behind him, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Your ability requires that special clay, right? And... you don't seem to have much of it with you."

"Hmph, so self-righteous!"

Ghost Scythe's expression remained cold, but his heart skipped a beat.

The shock of having his hand exposed was quickly replaced by a surge of shame and anger.

As a core member of "Utopia" and the Black Shark organization's ace assassin, when has he ever been beaten like a son?

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on his opponent, who had regained his "thin" physique.

The other party is clearly the real target of this mission.

That performance just now was nothing but self-deception.

At this moment, the golden flames on Fang Cheng's body gradually disappeared into his body.

The terrifying, suffocating pressure also vanished.

Standing there, he seemed to have transformed back into that powerless office worker.

"Ha ha……"

Ghost Scythe suddenly laughed, the fear in his eyes quickly fading, replaced by a calmness that revealed he had also seen through his opponent's hand:

"Judging from your current appearance, you must be entering the weakened period after the outburst, right?"

"That makes sense. How could such an inhuman state possibly continue indefinitely?"

He straightened his back and stretched his muscles.

After withstanding Fang Cheng's fierce attack, his confidence seemed to have increased.

"While your abilities are indeed explosive, they are nothing more than Cheng Yaojin's three-pronged attack. Once the time is up, you'll be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter."

"And I haven't really used my full strength yet."

Oni-scythe's lips curled into a smile as he cracked his slightly stiff knuckles:
"You had a good time just now, didn't you? Now it's my turn!"

Fang Cheng remained calm and composed in the face of Gui Lian's sarcastic remarks.

It was as if the muscular man who had just violently beaten his opponent wasn't himself.

He didn't even glance at Ghost Scythe, but simply walked slowly to the side, bent down, and picked up the blue canvas bag hidden in the corner.

Under Oni-Kama's questioning gaze.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the bag containing the "confidential documents" out of the abandoned building like trash.

"Wow--"

The canvas bag tumbled and plummeted into the dark sky, disappearing into the vast night.

Then, something else appeared in his hand.

A white demon mask.

Fang Cheng calmly put the mask on his face.

When those eyes opened again through the holes in the mask, an even purer and more intense killing intent instantly locked onto Ghost Scythe.

Oni-scythe stared at the mask, which was eerily pale in the moonlight and gleamed with crimson light.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had vaguely realized something.

That look, that gaze...

"White demon mask...golden flames..."

He gasped in shock, his voice becoming shrill:

"So you're Bai Xiao?!" (End of Chapter)