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A figure enveloped in golden flames, like a gravity-defying meteor, swam upstream.

Oni-scythe's pupils shrank abruptly, leaving him no time to make any evasive maneuvers.

Fang Cheng's large hands had already firmly gripped both of her ankles.

The sensation was like being gripped by a red-hot branding iron or hydraulic clamps.

It hisses and emits white smoke, its power penetrating straight to the bone marrow.

If it weren't for the clay covering their legs, their skin and flesh would probably have been charred and crushed instantly.

Dragged by this terrifying force, Oni-Scythe's body suddenly sank downwards, nearly losing his footing and falling from the air.

But he was, after all, a battle-hardened S-class ability user, and his astonishment lasted only a moment.

His face immediately filled with rage, and he roared:
"Get out of my way!"

The blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly glowed red.

The clay wings on its back suddenly deflected the vector nozzles, spewing out a violent tail flame.

The demon scythe tumbled and spun in the air like a fighter jet, trying to use various maneuvers to get rid of the burden on its body.

However, no matter how he soared through the air, his hands not only did not loosen, but instead climbed upwards.

Even more terrifying was that Fang Cheng's ten fingers, like hooks, were deeply embedded in the clay armor on the legs of the ghost scythe.

A strange force seeped through the point of contact, like countless threads wrapping around the legs, tightening the more they struggled.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng, like a predatory python, had already climbed to Gui Lian's chest and was face to face with him.

She then wrapped her legs around his waist like steel whips, performing the "waist lock" technique from Jiu-Jitsu.

It was clearly locked in a "strongman lock" posture, firmly restraining him.

Their bodies floated in the air, pressed together.

Ghost Scythe could even clearly feel the monster's burning body temperature and its steady, rumbling heartbeat, like a heavy engine.

Such a bizarre posture sent a chill down the spine of the ruthless "Black Shark" ace.

"You...what do you want to do?!"

Oni-scythe's eyelids twitched involuntarily, his voice revealing a hint of barely concealed shock and anger.

Fang Cheng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Looking at the exoskeleton-like clay armor and wings on Oni-Kiri's body, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes:
Is this your last resort?

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he stared intently at the blood-red vertical pupil on the man's forehead, as if admiring a rare work of art.

“Aside from the leader of your ideal land, your combat strength is the strongest I have ever encountered.”

"It's just that as an assassin, he always plays with explosives and doesn't dare to fight me hand-to-hand. That's really disappointing."

Upon hearing this, Oni-Scythe's lips twitched slightly.

I really want to call him a lunatic!

I have superhuman abilities but I don't use them, I have air superiority but I don't seize it, why would I want to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a freakish muscleman like you? Are you out of your mind?
Fang Cheng seemed to see through his thoughts, and a smile also appeared on his lips:
"Since you enjoy being a birdman so much."

"Fine, then let me tear your wings off one by one!"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Cheng's muscles tensed up instantly, and his free right hand clenched into a fist.

No special effort is needed; it's simply a burst of power.

"boom--"

A muffled sonic boom exploded in the air.

Fang Cheng did not attack the clay armor on Guilian's body, which contained explosive properties.

Instead, he swung his fist, aimed at the evil eye that served as the energy core, and smashed it hard into the opponent's forehead.

However, the anticipated scene of a shattered skull and brain matter flying everywhere did not occur.

The moment their fists made contact, the scarlet eye on Oni-scythe's forehead suddenly lit up.

A strange, ripple-like force field instantly covered his entire body.

That terrifying kinetic energy, enough to shatter steel plates, was once again instantly drawn away and diverted by the Evil Eye, finally being poured entirely into the wings on its back.

"boom--"

The clay wings, having absorbed a massive amount of external kinetic energy, seemed to have been injected with high-energy fuel.

The bottom nozzle suddenly expanded, spewing out a blazing tail flame several times larger than before.

A tremendous counter-propulsion force erupted instantly.

The two of them were instantly propelled dozens of meters into the air, as if they had boarded a runaway rocket.

With a violent turbulence, Ghost Scythe roared and manipulated his clay wings to regain his balance, barely managing to hover again.

Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback upon seeing this.

Immediately, as if discovering a new continent, the light in his eyes burned even brighter:

"Kinetic energy converted into propulsion? That's interesting."

"Let's see if your conversion rate is higher, or my fist is faster!"

As he spoke, he simply used his legs to lock the other person's waist, completely releasing his hands and starting a "non-stop" beating.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

With each punch, the wings on Ghost Scythe's back erupted with a violent roar, spewing out a trail of interwoven red and blue flames.

The principle of "high-frequency pulse detonation" is brought to its fullest potential at this moment.

The clay explosives that make up the wings continuously undergo high-frequency explosive reactions, releasing propulsion force dozens of times stronger than before.

With this special "power system" activated, the two fighters locked in combat in the air stopped falling.

Instead, it charged ever higher into the night sky in a manner that defied the laws of physics.

The wind howled in my ears, and the scenery below began to shrink rapidly.

The building, which was originally engulfed by flames, has been transformed into a burning matchbox.

The entire area of ​​unfinished buildings looks like scattered building blocks on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they had already broken through the 300-meter mark.

The intense weightlessness caused by this rapid ascent is enough to make anyone with a fear of heights faint on the spot.

"Bai Xiao, what exactly are you trying to do, you madman?"

Ghost Scythe's heart trembled. Facing the howling wind, he shouted:

"You can't fly. Even if you manage to kill me, do you think you can get back to the ground? Do you want to die with me?"

Fang Cheng ignored him completely, paying no heed to his roar.

He simply used both hands, rapidly swinging his fists and frantically punching the other person's head.

His bare upper body muscles gleamed with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.

With each punch, the "ghost face" on his back twisted and contorted, as if it had gone from crying to grinning.

Extreme physical strength is equivalent to powerful flight propulsion at this moment.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang -"

Fang Cheng's punches grew faster and faster, turning into countless golden afterimages.

The dense sonic booms echoed high in the sky, much like the continuous roar of a rocket engine starting up.

"Crazy! You crazy!"

Ghost Scythe cursed through gritted teeth, feeling as if his internal organs were about to shift due to the intense overload.

He frantically manipulated the clay wings, trying to adjust the exhaust nozzles and change his flight path.

However, under Fang Cheng's relentless and intense attacks, a large amount of kinetic energy was continuously poured in, causing him to completely lose control of his flight attitude.

He was like a propeller with its accelerator stuck, forced to carry this scourge towards the deep, boundless sky.

Looking down through the thin clouds, the ruins of the abandoned building where the fierce battle had just taken place had become an inconspicuous spark.

The bustling night view of Dongdu in the distance transformed into a dazzling yet blurry net of light.

Countless tiny cars, as small as dust particles, constantly shuttle through the area.

And the height of this human rocket continues to rise.

Four hundred meters... five hundred meters... six hundred meters... The surrounding air began to thin, and the sharp whistling sound brought by the wind constantly pierced the eardrums.

Temperature drops sharply as altitude increases.

A thin layer of white frost began to condense on the surface of Oni-scythe's body.

With each breath, it felt like my lungs were inhaling ice shards, causing intense pain.

In order to maintain the flight form of his wings under high load, the clay armor covering his body was forced to begin to writhe, continuously replenishing the wear and tear on his wings.

Its defensive capabilities are being stripped away little by little, exposing its frail body underneath.

“Stop… stop now!”

As Ghost Scythe looked down into the unfathomable darkness, the string of reason in his heart finally snapped.

All tactics and skills become utter jokes in the face of absolute power and this reckless fighting style.

"If we fly any higher, and then lose power, we'll all be smashed to pieces!"

"Even if you're physically strong, you can't withstand a fall from that height!"

Ghost Scythe's face turned deathly pale, and he forced out a hissing sound, unable to resist trying to mediate:
"How about... we go back to the surface first? I give up! I'll give you anything you want!"

however.

His response was still the same iron fist, each heavier than the last.

And an extremely cold voice:

"Your fuel seems to be running low."

Fang Cheng's expression was exceptionally focused at this moment, his pupils seemingly transforming into two clusters of dancing golden flames.

All he could see were the layers of collapsing and exploding clay, and Oni-scythe's increasingly distorted face.

As they spoke, the "human rocket" continued to defy Earth's gravity and ascend higher and higher.

700 meters... 800 meters... 850 meters...

At this moment, Fang Cheng and Gui Lian had already passed through the middle and lower part of the city's troposphere.

It's just a step away from being a thousand meters in the air.

The two felt as if they had stumbled into a hazy, chaotic world, surrounded by thick clouds and turbulent air currents.

The noise on the ground completely disappeared, replaced by the deathly silence and terrifying wind pressure unique to the high altitude.

Except for a very few birds of prey, normal organisms simply cannot survive here.

Oni-scythe's vision began to blur, a sign of severe oxygen deprivation.

The monster in front of him, with its naked body, still radiated astonishing heat, and the sweat that seeped out was immediately evaporated into white smoke.

Then, long white streaks were left in the cold wind, like a steam engine running at full power.

That's the waste heat generated when the body's Qi and blood circulate to their maximum, causing the mitochondria to work frantically.

At the same time, the clay armor covering Oni-scythe's body was almost completely worn out.

Without a continuous supply of explosives, the wing-like shape on his back began to sway precariously, with obvious signs of disintegration appearing at the edges.

The blue and red intertwined tail flame gradually dimmed.

The vertical pupil on his forehead had even split open with a slit.

Dark red tears of blood flowed from his face and slid down his cheeks.

Clearly, his mental energy was already severely depleted, exceeding the limits his body could withstand.

Intimidation, persuasion, begging for mercy...

Ghost Scythe tried almost every means, but still couldn't shake off Fang Cheng's relentless pursuit.

This man never intended for him to land alive from the very beginning.

Seeing that there was no escape, the despair of impending death instantly transformed into primal madness.

"Fine... since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Ghost Scythe's eyes were bloodshot, and his originally terrified expression turned ferocious and twisted.

Then, gathering its last bit of spiritual energy, it let out a roar like a trapped beast fighting for its life:
"Let's all go to hell together!!!"

Upon reaching an altitude of nearly a thousand meters, Oni-scythe completely abandoned all defensive capabilities.

He reversed the energy circuit of the Evil Eye, detonating all the remaining spiritual power in his body, along with the pair of tattered clay wings on his back, in an instant.

"C5, final self-destruct!"

There was no prelude.

A fireball, brighter than the sun, exploded with a deafening roar in the frigid winds thousands of meters above the ground.

The terrifying heat and shockwave instantly engulfed everything around it.

The violent energy swept outwards, tearing apart and evaporating the clouds floating high in the sky, forming a gas cloud with a diameter of several hundred meters.

The demon's body was shattered into pieces at the center of the explosion, turning into dust that filled the sky, leaving not even a trace behind.

And 0.01 seconds before the explosion occurred.

The true fire of the sun within Fang Cheng's body surged forth without reservation, its blazing light illuminating his entire body.

In an instant, it transformed into a tangible golden barrier, firmly protecting him within.

"boom------"

A giant mushroom cloud bloomed in the night sky of Dongdu city.

Fang Cheng was violently thrown hundreds of meters by the blast wave, losing all upward momentum.

Pulled by gravity, he was enveloped in golden flames and billowing black smoke, tearing through the sky and plummeting downwards.

Like a meteorite from outer space, it hurtled straight down on the brightly lit city with a mournful whistling sound.

....................................

The area surrounding the unfinished building is overgrown with weeds.

"Oh my God……"

Xu Hao stood on the roof of the SUV, and the binoculars in his hand fell onto the hood with a "thud" and rolled twice.

He stared blankly at the magnificent yet terrifying fireball in the sky, his mouth agape.

"Xiao...Brother Xiao, did you see that? Boss...he turned into fireworks?"

Standing beside him, Xiao Sa, also holding binoculars, his hands trembling slightly, tried to remain calm as he said:

"Don't talk nonsense! The chairman is a god-like figure, how could he possibly fail?"

Despite saying that, the worry in her eyes was impossible to hide.

At that height, with that explosive power...

Even an iron-clad Arhat would find it difficult to withstand, right?
Just now, an earth-shattering battle broke out over the unfinished building.

Immediately afterwards, the entire building collapsed like building blocks, and flames shot into the sky.

They even witnessed the two combatants chasing and fleeing into the sky.

Shocked, Xiao Sa and Xu Hao got out of the car and stood outside to get a better look.

But the battle turned out to be a shocking one, ending with a massive explosion in the air.

Just as the two were filled with doubt and worry.

"what?"

Xu Hao rubbed his eyes violently, pointed below the mushroom cloud that hadn't completely dissipated, and exclaimed in surprise:
Was that a shooting star?

"meteor?"

Xiao Sa hurriedly adjusted the focus, aiming the lens at the rapidly falling point of light.

The next second, his pupils narrowed slightly, as if he were seeing some unimaginable scene.

Then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"It looks like... the student council president!"

In the shot, a humanoid object engulfed in golden flames suddenly appeared.

The figure, leaving a long white trail, was plummeting wildly from a thousand meters in the sky towards the ground. (End of Chapter)