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Those were tens of thousands of bright red, bulging myofibrils.

They seemed to possess independent life, waving their fine tentacles, frantically entwining and tearing at the charred wound.

From a distance, they looked just like a swarm of rapidly multiplying red threadworms, vying for control of this broken body.

During this proliferation process, myofibrils also continuously secrete a kind of translucent, highly active mucus, attempting to forcibly pull the broken tissues together.

"Zizzi-"

In addition to a large amount of granulation tissue wriggling, wisps of hot white smoke even rose from the wound.

The white smoke, accompanied by a strong stench of blood, rose from the bloody hole in the thigh.

From a microscopic perspective, the cells at the wound site appear to be undergoing an accelerated mitotic process.

The intense metabolic reaction releases astonishing heat, much like the most efficient battlefield medical techniques, instantly achieving high-temperature disinfection and bio-adhesion of the wound.

The severed arteries were instantly reconnected, and the flesh and tendons reassembled in the blink of an eye.

Before this domineering and unruly vitality, it seems that no terrible wound is worth mentioning.

That ring of dead flesh, carbonized by the high temperature, was forcibly pushed off by the newly formed granulation tissue.

pat, pat.

A few drops of viscous liquid, mixed with charred flesh, fell onto the concrete at their feet, causing blue smoke to rise and corroding small pits.

Creak, creak—

From the depths of that gruesome, penetrating wound came the crisp sound of bones grinding together.

The shattered bone fragments, under the pressure of the muscles, are also being forcibly closed and reset, as if they have been glued together.

The whole process was so fast it was as if the fast-forward button had been pressed thousands of times.

From the moment the hypersonic metal jet pierced his thigh to the moment Fang Cheng stood up again from the ruins.

Only a dozen seconds passed.

The terrifying, bloody hole that was originally translucent has not only stopped bleeding completely, but has even begun to form a dark red scab.

At this rate, it will probably only take another two or three minutes for even the newly grown pink skin to regrow, completely eliminating all fractures and hidden tendon injuries.

"........."

The smile on Oni-scythe's face froze completely, and he felt as if a dead rat was stuck in his throat, unable to utter a sound.

Is this guy even human?!

He managed to control his injuries in the blink of an eye, despite the attack that could melt through a tank's armor in an instant.
His eyes were fixed on Fang Cheng's thigh, which was emitting white smoke, his pupils trembling violently.

It is important to know that in this world, although there are all sorts of extraordinary individuals, "super regeneration" is definitely a rare ability at the very top of the pyramid.

Compared to the rare but traceable mental ability users, or the countless strength and agility enhancement users.

This ability to defy the laws of nature and instantly reconstruct the physical body is simply an unparalleled miracle that breaks through the shackles of life and leads to the pinnacle of the temple of evolution.

Suddenly, a thought that shocked Ghost Scythe even more appeared in his mind.

Could it be... that the Tree of Life Project has finally succeeded?
As a core member of the Ideal World, he had naturally heard that the Noah Organization was conducting a top-secret experimental program.

The core of this plan is to modify human gene telomeres through retroviruses in an attempt to break the Heflick limit and create "new humans" with unlimited cell division capabilities, thereby achieving the legendary immortality.

However, the failure rate of such experiments is 100%.

Although all the test subjects initially showed an amazing ability to regenerate severed limbs, they soon developed various uncontrollable symptoms after the operation and eventually turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

This abnormal self-healing ability comes at the cost of burning spiritual energy and overdrawing the very essence of life.

As early as six months ago, the East Capital branch laboratory had a semi-finished experimental subject with the code name "Iron Head". After losing control of his mind, his body began to show signs of decay.

Just before they were about to put him in a cage and transport him to headquarters, he was attacked by a mysterious figure...

The entire Red Tiger Gang, affiliated with Noah, numbering in the hundreds, along with several of its leaders, was slaughtered, leaving a river of blood at the scene.

Subsequent investigations revealed that the perpetrator of the attack was White Owl.

There are even signs that a special investigation team was involved behind the scenes.

"Could it be... that you underwent experimental modifications by the Special Investigations Team after that warehouse massacre?"

Oni-scythe narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself:
"impossible!"

He immediately shook his head, denying it to himself:
"Even the most successful experimental subjects currently undergo a tremendous mental drain with each regeneration process, requiring large amounts of nutrients to sustain their lives. How could you possibly be acting like nothing happened?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng slowly raised his head.

"Cyborgs?"

As if he had heard a joke, he slowly shook his neck, and a crisp "crack" sound came from between his bones.

"My physique is all-natural, built through daily training and hard work."

"A martial artist? You're kidding me!"

Ghost Scythe could no longer hold back and roared.

What the hell are martial arts practitioners?! Which martial art, when practiced to its highest level, can make normal cells proliferate like cancer cells?
Given his suspicious nature, how could he possibly believe such nonsense!

Fang Cheng ignored his impotent rage and simply dusted himself off.

The eyes beneath the mask shone with an astonishing brightness, radiating an almost scorching excitement, like two leaping flames burning.

That was the signal that the hunting instinct had been completely ignited.

"Is this all you're capable of? It's still not enough."

Fang Cheng tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a fighting spirit:
"Oni-scythe, I hope you haven't run out of clay explosives yet."

Before he finished speaking, the muscles in his thigh that had just scabbed over suddenly tensed up, making a soft sound like steel ropes twisting together.

Then, he stomped heavily on the rubble with his right foot.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, like a muffled thunderclap.

The thick concrete slope beneath their feet collapsed instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Using this terrifying recoil, Fang Cheng's body broke the sound barrier once again.

A white shockwave, visible to the naked eye, was drawn out from within the narrow, ruined building.

Without any further words, he threw a punch.

"Because the warm-up exercises have only just ended!"

This guy!
Oni-scythe's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Logically speaking, when the opponent is recovering from serious injury, it is precisely when their old strength has been exhausted and their new strength has not yet been generated.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the opponent's unstable injuries, create distance, and use firepower to deliver a fatal blow.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was a complete madman!

Completely disregarding the fragility of the newly formed organization, they launched a preemptive attack despite their injuries, turning against the Heavenly Gang!

"boom--"

Another earth-shattering roar.

The violent fist wind, carrying rubble, directly shattered the pillar where the demon scythe had been standing.

Ghost Scythe only had time to swing his body backward, narrowly avoiding the human cannonball.

He swiftly vanished into the darkness and smoke.

"Want to run? No way!"

Fang Cheng roared and stomped on the ground, shattering it.

Like a cannonball launched from a gun, defying the constraints of gravity, the person charged forward in a zigzag pattern within the vertical passage, closely following behind.

His naked body was muscular and his movements were both violent and expansive.

It's impossible to tell that just half a minute ago, this was a body whose thigh had almost been melted off by a metal jet.

Despite his unpredictable movements and incredible speed, Ghost Scythe was like a nimble bat.

However, even in this confined space, it was still impossible to completely avoid Fang Cheng's fierce and relentless attacks.

Every now and then, a heavy punch like a battering ram or a heavy kick like a hydraulic pile would strike his body with a piercing whistling sound.

A terrifying force was unleashed, easily destroying the concrete walls like cookies, sending debris flying everywhere.

Fortunately, the clay spiders that had already spread out remained like loyal guards, staying within a radius of several dozen meters around him.

At this moment, they demonstrated an amazing automatic defense mechanism.

There's absolutely no need for Oni-Scythe to be distracted by controlling it.

These alchemical creations, possessing rudimentary biological instincts, sprang up one after another the moment they sensed a fatal threat to their master.

They kept lunging at Fang Cheng's punches and kicks, exploding violently the moment they made contact.

"Boom boom boom—" Dense flames exploded between the two, forming barriers of high-temperature air waves.

This was done to slow down the approaching muscular monster and forcefully counteract the impact that was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Using the firelight and smoke from the continuous explosions as cover, Oni-scythe retreated rapidly.

He glanced at the damaged stairwell and jumped down to the floor below.

The unfinished building has a complex internal structure, with broken walls and exposed steel bars everywhere.

This kind of terrain is usually an ideal battlefield for agile individuals like him who possess long-range firepower.

Unexpectedly, it is now completely unable to exert its due advantages.

"Damn it! Doesn't this guy feel pain?!"

Ghost Scythe landed and rolled, looking up at the figure who had burst out amidst the explosion's flames, smashing through the wall, his eyes twitching wildly.

By this time, he had been completely awakened.

What "burst state"? What "golden tortoise shell"?
The monster in front of us doesn't need any fancy abilities.

Even in its normal state, the strength, speed, and defense of this body are enough to completely overwhelm me, an S-class ability user.

Actually, it's not fair to blame Oni-Scythe for not making adequate preparations before carrying out the mission.

Although the organization had assessed the target's combat capabilities and provided relevant intelligence.

But when he actually faced this monster, it still exceeded his expected limits.

The feeling was like a hunter with a rifle, who thought he was going to hunt down a lone wolf.

As a result, when the bushes were parted, a hungry Tyrannosaurus Rex emerged.

It's important to know that in the hierarchy of superhumans, those who are purely physical enhancers are often at the very bottom.

Lacking long-range means and unpredictable abilities, they are usually sitting ducks in actual combat, manipulated by other ability users.

If Oni-Kami hadn't successfully transplanted the "Abyssal Demon Lizard Eye" from his forehead...

Simply relying on physical abilities several times stronger than ordinary people is not enough to qualify one to fight against experts above level A.

Not to mention becoming one of the three trump cards of the Black Shark organization and being absorbed into the core of the Ideal Land.

The guy in front of us not only possesses overwhelming strength and speed, but also an extremely abnormal self-healing ability.

This completely defies common sense.

At this moment, the Demon Scythe had become a plaything in the opponent's hands.

boom! boom! boom!
Another round of violent explosions.

The blinding flames illuminated the dimly lit building as bright as day.

Occasionally, a stray ray of high-temperature radiation would slip through and cut open Fang Cheng's skin, sending up a spray of blood.

The acrid smell of instantly charred flesh filled the air.

Fang Cheng didn't even frown.

The intense burning pain clearly spread throughout his body, but it did not make him back down.

Instead, it acted like a high-concentration stimulant, completely unleashing the beastly instincts hidden within him.

After these several rounds of head-to-head confrontations, he had roughly figured out his opponent's trump card.

That blood-red pupil on its forehead was indeed eerie, capable of swallowing and diverting physical impacts like a black hole.

However, the law of conservation of energy applies everywhere, and this transfer obviously has an upper limit.

During the continuous high-intensity explosions and pursuit, Oni-Scythe's evasive maneuvers were noticeably a beat slower.

Clearly, controlling those wandering lightning bolts while simultaneously activating the "Evil Eye" to transfer damage placed an immense mental burden on that guy.

"In that case..."

A fierce glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Then I'll beat you until you completely explode, until that eye can no longer move!

"Rumble--"

The two figures collided and fell repeatedly in the unfinished building.

They fought their way down from the 33rd floor to the 29th floor, even managing to blast through the floor slab, continuing their fierce battle.

The entire building trembled violently under the two men's rampage, and the load-bearing columns collapsed one after another.

If someone were standing at a distance looking out at this moment, they would see a visually striking scene.

The tallest unfinished building standing in the darkness resembles a giant firecracker tube.

Each floor was flashing with dazzling firelight in turn, and muffled explosions rose and fell like thunder.

It's like a grand death fireworks display inside the building, which could collapse at any moment in this violent frenzy.

"no……"

Oni-scythe was blasted away by another punch, and he gritted his teeth inwardly.

Although the kinetic energy was transferred, the penetrating force still caused his internal organs to churn, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He awkwardly twisted his body in mid-air, his feet carving two scratches into the wall before he finally came to a stop.

We can't keep wasting time like this.

This guy is a tireless killing machine.

He clearly intended to use his monstrous physical abilities to exhaust all his clay explosives.

Watching the figure crash through the wall like a rumbling tank, Oni-Kan's mind raced as he considered how to deal with it.

There was no other way but to go all out and use that forbidden technique!
At this point, the two had broken through the floorboards and descended to the nineteenth floor.

This is the middle section of the entire unfinished building, serving as a bridge between the upper and lower parts.

This is also the area where Oni-Scythe had laid the most traps during his infiltration.

"You forced me to do this..."

Ghost Scythe gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

His initial panicked expression was replaced by a ruthless determination, as if he had nothing to lose.

As he was dodging, he suddenly clasped his hands together, as if he were praying devoutly to some deity.

The blood-red evil eye on its forehead emitted a chilling dark red light.

"C4, for co-living!"

With a low growl, a terrifying scene quietly unfolded.

The hundreds of clay spiders that had been lurking in the shadows and had not yet exploded suddenly stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies seemed to lose their ability to maintain solidity, instantly melting into puddles of grayish-white viscous liquid.

Instead of dripping, the liquid, like a living fungal carpet, frantically seeped into the interior through the tiny cracks in the walls, pillars, and floors.

Meanwhile, the dozen or so C1 explosives that had been placed on the load-bearing beams and columns also decomposed and fused at the same moment.

In just half a second.

The originally dark and rough concrete surface around them suddenly developed a strange oily sheen.

It was as if the entire building structure had been injected with some kind of highly active alchemical solvent.

Fang Cheng, who was preparing to launch another charge, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His keen senses told him that the surrounding air had changed.

It became viscous, hot, and full of extremely dangerous and unstable factors.

It seems that an invisible barrier has quietly been erected.

"Om——"

A very low-frequency vibration suddenly rang out in the air.

The sound was muffled and suppressed, like a sigh from a building, or like countless hearts beating violently at the same frequency.

The surrounding reinforced concrete structures began to tremble slightly, visible to the naked eye, and dust began to fall.

Every inch of the walls, every pillar, and even every floor tile on this floor.

It was as if everything was transformed into a high-energy explosive containing terrifying power at this moment.

Sweat streamed down Oni-scythe's face, yet he grinned with an utterly maniacal smile.

He opened his arms wide, as if embracing the impending feast of destruction, his voice hoarse and high-pitched:
"Bai Xiao, feel honored!"

"Tonight, this building will be your grave!"

"Domain Deployment - Infinite Explosive Hive!" (End of Chapter)