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"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

That indescribable low-frequency sound wave echoed like a tsunami reverberating in a confined space.

It instantly filled the entire floor, forming a strange resonant force field.

This sound exceeded the limits of human hearing and directly affected the nerves in the cerebral cortex.

Fang Cheng felt as if tens of thousands of screaming cicadas had been stuffed into his brain, instantly stripping him of his sense of balance.

The scene before my eyes appeared double, and I involuntarily staggered.

Fortunately, his mental and agility attributes have long surpassed the limits of carbon-based life forms, and his body control has reached an unbelievable level.

In just a breath's time, the spine of the dragon suddenly jolted, forcefully dispelling the dizziness and stabilizing its body.

however.

The invisible barrier around him had completely closed, locking him in the center like a trapped beast.

Ghost Scythe seized Fang Cheng's brief moment of stiffness, and the evil eye between his brows flashed rapidly, at an extremely high frequency.

An intensely hot aura, along with the rising resonance frequency, finally broke through the dangerous critical point.

"It's now!"

Ghost Scythe's eyes hardened, his face turned purplish-red, and he let out a hysterical roar.

"Rumble--"

In an instant, the activated floor seemed to transform into a sealed reactor.

Every area released a high-energy blast wave comparable to a C1 bomb at this moment.

The originally sturdy building structure instantly disintegrated, transforming into a giant net of light and heat filled with tens of thousands of high-explosion points, carrying the will to destroy everything, and completely engulfed Fang Cheng's figure.

This is Oni-Scythe's most secret forbidden technique—"Infinite Explosion Hive".

In this field, hundreds of mines and pre-buried clay bombs serve merely as catalysts for ignition.

The real destructive power comes from the subsequent chain reaction of explosions.

Once the barrier closes, the molten clay will continuously devour surrounding entities, transforming them into a highly unstable explosive medium.

It splits infinitely, detonates one by one, and stacks layer upon layer until all matter within the domain is completely destroyed.

It's like a miniature reactor undergoing uncontrolled nuclear fission, or an absolutely sealed high-pressure furnace.

The explosive power generated in this environment is not a simple physical impact, but a destructive storm mixed with high-temperature plasma.

Its core temperature is high enough to melt a heavy main battle tank completely in an instant, leaving not even a trace.

Such a dangerous and powerful ability has a destructive rating that far exceeds the scope of S-class ability users.

It could even be said that he has entered the legendary super S-class realm.

Of course, this is also a double-edged sword.

Maintaining such an extraordinary domain requires an enormous amount of mental energy.

Otherwise, the ability user, as the vessel, would be completely unable to control that extremely violent energy turbulence.

Even S-rank ability users specializing in mental abilities would find it difficult to sustain for long, let alone a half-baked Oni Scythe.

It took less than a second.

Oni-scythe felt as if his brain was being stirred by a red-hot iron.

The blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead had widened to its limit, the corner of his eye had split open, and blood was gushing out.

It felt like it could explode at any moment and completely blind me.

"Uhhhhhh-"

His facial muscles trembled violently, and he could no longer suppress that earth-shattering power.

The sealed, high-pressure furnace finally went out of control.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The energy that had been compressed to its limit found an outlet.

In an instant, it transformed into a visible white shockwave, brutally tearing apart all barriers between the upper and lower floors.

The terrifying shockwave, mixed with scorching flames, poured wildly in all directions like a flood bursting its banks.

Even the Oni Scythe, as the controller, could not completely avoid the impact and was directly blown away by this terrifying backlash.

He was thrown out like a kite with a broken string through the gap in the unfinished building.

It looked like it was about to fall from a hundred meters in the air and be smashed into a pulp.

At the critical moment, a strange change occurred beneath Oni-scythe's combat suit, which had been charred and torn by the high temperature.

Clumps of grayish-white substance wriggled and emerged, looking at first glance like the pale bone fragments shaken out by a shock wave.

But upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a highly active, specially made clay.

It turned out that his torso and limbs under his clothes had already been wrapped with a layer of spare clay explosives.

As if sensing their master's impending doom, they rapidly expanded and deformed, forcibly extending a pair of broad, grayish-brown wings behind him.

At the same time, several tiny jet nozzles cracked open on the soles of the feet and wingtips, continuously spewing out blue and red intertwined tail flames.

That utilizes the principle of "high-frequency pulse detonation," which controls the rapid explosion reaction of tiny clay particles to generate propulsion power.

Ghost Scythe transformed into a strange bird, drawing an arc in the air.

Then, it hovered steadily in the night sky a hundred meters away from the unfinished building.

At this moment, the building was facing its end.

Centered on the nineteenth floor, a raging fire dragon soared into the sky, instantly engulfing multiple floors.

The thick load-bearing steel bars were forcibly twisted and snapped by enormous force, emitting a heart-wrenching scream.

Countless burning rubble and huge concrete blocks fell from the sky like rain, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

Thick smoke and towering flames obscured everything, making it impossible to see what was inside.

The demon scythe looked down from its high vantage point, surveying the trembling, burning behemoth of steel and concrete in the darkness.

Although the light from the blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead had dimmed considerably, his eyes still gleamed with a frenzied pleasure.

A drop of dark red blood slid down between his eyebrows, down his cheek, and finally fell onto his chin.

At this moment, the blood vessels around the Evil Eye were completely bulging, displaying a chilling bluish-purple pattern.

That's proof of severely depleted mental energy.

Normally, Oni-Kan carefully seals this eye, disguising it as an ordinary mole.

Besides concealing our activities, the most important thing is to conserve our energy and minimize the loss of that precious energy.

Only at the most critical moment will the seal be gradually broken, releasing the terrifying power that can instantly turn the tide of battle.

Until tonight, I encountered Bai Xiao, a freakish monster that defies common sense.

He had no choice but to go all out, risking mental overload, and use this near-mutually devastating move.

Oni-scythe's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

Recalling the monster's terrifying self-healing ability, he still dared not be careless in the slightest.

"It's not over yet... The biggest killer move is yet to come!"

Suspended in mid-air, the howling night wind made his tattered clothes flutter loudly.

Ghost Scythe took a deep breath, enduring the needle-like pain deep in his brain, and suddenly opened his arms as if embracing the entire night sky.

"White Owl, I'll let you enjoy the art of explosion I've prepared for you before you die!"

"C4, Chain Collapse!"

At that moment, he detonated not only all the remaining clay in the floor, but also the fatal point in the mechanical structure of the entire building.

Rumble, rumble——

In a series of intense directional blasts, the building, from its foundation to the remaining twenty-odd stories, truly began to disintegrate.

The critical load-bearing shear wall was crushed, and the core column collapsed.

The building let out its final, deathly cry, its massive body tilting irrevocably to one side.

The walls cracked and flames erupted.

With a deafening roar, the entire 33-story unfinished building could no longer maintain its main structure.

The shockwave of flames generated by the collapse roared and spread in all directions.

The weeds within a hundred meters of the building were instantly burned to ashes, and billowing smoke rose dozens of meters high like a tsunami.

The demon scythe hovered in the night sky, its clay wings constantly adjusting the angle of its thrusters to maintain its balance in the air.

He gazed at the collapsing buildings below, a look of rapture on his face, as if admiring a masterpiece.

In a daze, he seemed to see the man's figure struggling and twisting in the fiery hell, and finally being crushed alive by tens of thousands of tons of concrete.

Faced with this pure destructive power, what good is a strong body or an abnormal self-healing ability?

To be honest, if it weren't for my insufficient mental threshold, which prevented me from fully controlling the power of that evil eye, and the fact that I needed clay as a medium and was thus limited, I would have succeeded.

Otherwise, with his mastery of explosive domain abilities, he could easily have joined the ranks of true Super S-class.

No, if we only consider the destructive power caused.

With all its firepower going at it now, even those high-ranking S-class monsters might not be able to match it!

"Bai Xiao, you underestimate Black Shark's trump card. My trump cards are far more than this..."

"This is the luxurious tomb I prepared for you."

Ghost Scythe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face once again wore that cold, all-controlling smile.

At the same time, my tense nerves finally relaxed, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

We finally killed that monster!

This mission was absolutely hellish in difficulty. When we get back, the organization's promised reward will definitely not be missed.

I heard that Noah has recently developed a drug called "Deep Blue Type III" that can enhance mental strength with fewer side effects.

Furthermore, Ideal Land has collected many relics of saints from all over the world...

Once you have these resources, your mental shortcomings can be made up for.

At that time, this evil eye from the abyss will no longer be a burden that could turn against him at any moment. Instead, it will become the crown that allows him to reach the pinnacle of assassination and even dominate the entire dark world!
Goodbye, White Owl.

He took one last look at the inferno that had turned into ruins before turning to leave.

However, at this moment.

A strange tremor ran through his back like an electric current.

It felt as if some terrifying predator was lurking in the shadows, causing every hair on his body to stand on end in an instant.

Ghost Scythe suddenly stopped in mid-air, his gaze fixed on a pipe shaft in the eighteenth core tube below.

That's the structural support point of the entire building.

Even amidst such intense bombing, a few of the thickest H-beams and remnants of the shear wall structure remained intact.

Like the last backbone standing tall amidst ruins.

Under his bewildered gaze, a glimmer of golden light appeared within the chaotic cloud of dust and black smoke.

The light flickered incessantly, growing larger and brighter.

It was as if a shrunken sun was rising slowly from the ruins.

The light pierced through the thick smoke and dust like a sharp sword, even overshadowing the crimson flames from the surrounding explosions.

"What's going on? Is that guy still alive?!"

Oni-scythe's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes widened, and the vertical pupil on his forehead darted around anxiously.

Through the thick smoke and firelight, he vaguely saw a bizarre scene that left him speechless.

Within the rickety, collapsing skeleton of that building.

A naked man was hanging by his hands from a steel beam that ran across the building and was several tens of centimeters thick.

A burst of brilliant golden flame erupted from his body, enveloping his entire being.

The light emanating from him drifted slowly like ribbons, swirling endlessly around his body.

What's even more amazing is that the light didn't expand wildly in all directions, as if it was constrained by an invisible barrier.

When the light reaches the edge of an area with a diameter of about two meters, it becomes concentrated and does not disperse.

The clear separation completely isolated the smoke and fire inside and outside the circle, forming an independent area of ​​light.

The falling concrete fragments and twisted steel bars, upon contact with the light, seemed to be hit by an invisible force field and were deflected and bounced away.

It could only create ripples on the surface of the golden flames.

With the blessing of this golden field, his defense and heat resistance seem to have been raised to an unimaginable level.

The trauma suffered in the previous infinite explosion, with extensive carbonization of the skin.

Under the nourishment of golden light, it is rapidly regenerating, forming scabs, and eventually healing.

The charred, dead skin peeled off, revealing the tender, new skin underneath.

Oni-scythe's heart pounded wildly, and he managed to swallow a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"No...impossible! How could this guy still be alive under those circumstances?"

You must know that the "Infinite Explosion Hive" technique he used is a forbidden technique that can even destroy heavy tanks!
What made Ghost Scythe even more terrified was Fang Cheng's behavior at that moment.

Despite being in the heart of ruins that could collapse at any moment, he appeared unusually calm and composed.

He gripped the steel beam with both hands, his body hanging in mid-air.

It was as if they were not going through a life-or-death ordeal, but rather undergoing some ancient and sacred form of training amidst raging flames.

However, his movements were extremely slow, even carrying an indescribable sense of heaviness.

As the body slowly pulls upward, the biceps and deltoid muscles in both arms bulge and throb, with veins protruding like earthworms.

Then, his legs slowly curled up, his feet bracing against the remaining half of the thickened shear wall behind him.

The person's posture in mid-air resembled a taut, recurved bow, poised to be released.

The bowstring is that H-shaped steel beam, which is several tens of centimeters thick.

The arrows, of course, were Fang Cheng's body, honed through countless trials.

The target they were aiming at was the Ghost Scythe, which was hundreds of meters above the ground.

"Crunch - crunch -"

The heavy steel beam groaned under the strain, and under his pulling, it began to twist and deform visibly.

It seems that hundreds of tons of hydraulic power are being compressed and accumulated inside this body.

What's even more unsettling is the shape of Fang Cheng's back.

The spine, like a great dragon awakening, cracked and twisted violently.

The entire back muscle group bulged out due to the intense blood flow.

A clear, distorted, ghostly face, as if silently weeping, was thus vividly branded onto his back.

Hot steam billowed from every pore of his body, making him look like a demon just pulled from a furnace.

As Oni-Kan watched this scene, his eyelids twitched wildly, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Is this guy even human?!

His eyes flickered as he watched the other person surrounded by a sea of ​​fire, suspended in mid-air, seemingly unable to move forward or backward.

Ghost Scythe forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly regained his composure.

No matter how strong the opponent is, at least we still have air superiority and a dominant position.

"Bai Xiao, do you know why the organization sent me here?"

His voice was deep, and he shouted:

"It's because of my abilities that I can completely counter a muscle monster like you!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out the last lump of clay from the toolbox, and with rapid movements of his hands, stretched it into a sharp spear.

The spearhead gleamed with a dangerous red light, exuding an aura of death.

"Since you refuse to go to hell, then I'll just send you on your way!"

"Go to hell!"

As he spoke, he swung his arm violently.

The clay spear ripped through the night sky with a shrill whistle, piercing straight at the golden light.

Just as the spear left his hand, Fang Cheng's accumulated power seemed to have reached its peak.

The crying ghost face on its back suddenly revealed a ferocious, maniacal laugh.

"Bam—"

A deafening explosion.

The half of the shear wall that the two legs had been pushing against instantly collapsed completely, turning into dust everywhere.

At the same time, Fang Cheng suddenly loosened his grip.

"Ghost Back", "Elasticity", "Charged Launch"!
The kinetic energy released in that instant was absolutely terrifying.

He was launched into the air, leaving a visible white shockwave that instantly spanned a hundred meters across the night sky.

That speed, that momentum, is something no human could possibly possess; it's practically a humanoid cruise missile.

The spear thrown by Ghost Scythe had only flown a few dozen meters when it encountered this terrifying "human missile" in mid-air.

Fang Cheng didn't make any dodging movements at all.

With just a slight sway during high-speed flight, it brushed past the spear at an incredible angle.

The speed was so great that the airflow it generated blew the spear off course.

His momentum remained undiminished, still unstoppable, as he charged straight at the ghost scythe suspended in mid-air.

"what?!"

Ghost Scythe's eyes suddenly widened.

At that moment, he felt like a seagull being locked onto by a megalodon that had burst forth from the deep sea.

That is the most primal fear that living beings experience when facing their natural enemies.

What kind of explosive power is that?!

Despite being filled with horror, Oni-Kan reacted extremely quickly.

He then decisively detonated the missing spear, attempting to use the shockwave from the explosion to block the enemy.

"boom--"

A massive fireball exploded in the airspace below the two people.

The scorching heatwave slammed into Fang Cheng, simultaneously sending the Ghost Scythe flying several meters upwards.

Using the trail of its clay wings, Oni-Scythe managed to stabilize itself in mid-air, a sliver of hope just beginning to rise in its heart.

However, before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief...

Snapped!
A large hand, billowing with hot white smoke, tore through the flames and suddenly grabbed his ankle.

"what?!"

Ghost Scythe looked down in terror.

What came into view was a demon mask, its surface glowing red in the firelight.

And those eyes, hotter than flames and deeper than the abyss.

"Got you, little bird."

Fang Cheng's voice echoed in my ears.

It was eerily calm, yet it exuded a chilling aura that could freeze even the soul of the demon scythe.

This scene was strikingly similar to the "falling from a great height" scene predicted by Lin Chuqiao.

However, the tide has turned at this moment.

The winged man in black became the desperate prey, while Fang Cheng, who couldn't fly, was the true hunter. (End of Chapter)