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The butterfly knife and the dagger clashed, sending sparks flying.

"Then you should die first!"

Black Mamba missed his attack but did not retreat. Instead, he flipped his wrist.

The dagger slid down Fei Ying's blade, executing a treacherous "disarming and throat-slitting" move.

"You'll be the first to die!"

Feiying retorted, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

He leaned back slightly, and with a flick of his butterfly knife, he forcefully deflected the opponent's attack with a standard "reverse blade flick".

He then slid in with a sliding tackle, closing in on the opponent.

Although he couldn't see the Black Mamba's physical form, he relied on his years of combat experience, which involved living on the edge of a knife, and launched a blind attack in the direction of the air currents and flashing blades.

The two instantly became entangled in combat, their sharp blades transforming into a shower of cold light, each strike aimed straight for vital points.

The clanging of metal was as dense as raindrops; every clash was fraught with danger, and a moment's carelessness could result in bloodshed.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The fire dragon perched atop the water tank was also busy.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the two orange-red flames in his palms had swelled to the size of basketballs.

The high temperature caused the surrounding air to crackle and pop, and even vision became distorted and blurred.

Just as he locked onto his target, raised his hands, and prepared to hurl the two high-explosive fireballs at the center of the Illuminati formation.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, exploding ahead of time.

Hawkeye held the heavy sniper rifle like a statue, the muzzle spitting deadly flames.

The bullet left the barrel, drawing a rapid arc in the air, heading straight for the fire dragon's forehead.

Although Fire Dragon is not a physical enhancer, as a seasoned mercenary, he has a beast-like instinct for danger.

At the instant the gun fired, he twisted his waist forcefully, lunged to the side, and jumped off the top of the water tank.

The two fireballs in his hands transformed into two crimson arrows, whistling as they met the bullet that had almost simultaneously made a turning motion.

"boom!"

The first fireball collided with the bullet in mid-air, exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks.

Another fireball, controlled by the fire dragon, bypassed the smoke and headed straight for Hawkeye's face.

Despite the flames about to engulf his body, Hawkeye remained calm, displaying an astonishing agility befitting his sniper identity.

He held the modified sniper rifle, which weighed several tens of kilograms, and performed several tactical rolls on the ground, his movements as light as a nimble raccoon.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded where he had just been standing, sending debris flying.

Hawkeye had already perfectly avoided the blast radius.

Before he could even regain his footing, the sniper rifle in his hand was already resting on his shoulder again.

Pull the bolt, load the gun, and aim.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion, without any pause.

"boom!"

Another shot was fired rapidly.

However, due to the high-speed evasive maneuver, Hawkeye's concentration was distracted, and the accuracy of this shot was slightly off.

The bullet's arc in the air wasn't sharp enough; it grazed the outside of the fire dragon's shoulder.

"Bang!"

A bullet hole was clearly visible on the water tank behind them, and water gushed out instantly.

Fire Dragon was forced into a sorry state by this persistent sniping, and it also didn't have enough time to adjust.

The flame in his hand was either used to intercept incoming bullets or missed due to his busy dodging attacks, hitting the concrete ground and sparking a shower of sparks.

The two men kept moving and firing while simultaneously dodging and counterattacking.

They were all eager to launch a preemptive attack, trying to disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm and suppress them under their own firepower.

What appears to be a long-range battle is actually more dangerous than the close-quarters combat between Flying Shadow and Black Mamba.

As for Fat Tiger, who had just dodged the sneak attack from behind, he had already rushed to the front of the iron cage.

The masked man watched this scene with an unusual calm and composure.

He didn't make a move; he simply pointed at Fat Tiger and gave an order to the muscular monster standing in front of the iron cage:

"Big Bear, tear this guy apart!"

Upon receiving the battle signal from its leader, the bear's eyes flashed red, and a cruel smile spread across its lips.

He let out a roar that shook the rooftop, and his massive body crouched slightly.

Then, like a chariot starting up, it crashed into Fat Tiger with unparalleled kinetic energy.

"Well done!"

Fat Tiger was not surprised but delighted. He roared and his muscles swelled with blood.

He seemed to have grown a whole size, and without dodging or avoiding, he crashed head-on into her.

"Boom-"

The two mountains of flesh collided violently once again, the dull thud even drowning out the surrounding gunfire and explosions.

This time, Fat Tiger felt a tremendous force strike him, causing him to lose his footing and stumble back three or four steps.

He gasped, secretly alarmed.

Why did this guy suddenly go berserk, even stronger than before?
Fat Tiger shook his slightly numb arm, his eyes darting around. He didn't continue to fight back, but turned and ran, tauntingly saying:

"Hey big oaf, haven't you eaten yet? Come on, chase after grandpa!"

"Roar!"

The bear was indeed enraged and took heavy steps to give chase.

At this point, three members each from the Illuminati and the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group had joined the battle, engaging in one-on-one combat.

Only Old Chen, who was acting as an assistant, and Masked Man, the leader of Bloodthorn, had not yet made a direct move.

Old Chen was using his ability to pinpoint locations by sound to continuously report the positions to Fei Ying, assisting him in killing the Black Mamba hidden in the air.

Suddenly, the hairs on his body stood on end as he felt an extremely cold gaze fall upon him.

Old Chen quickly stepped back and then suddenly turned his head.

The man wearing the clown mask was staring intently at him across the chaotic battlefield.

The feeling was like being stared at by a highly venomous cobra, which sent chills down your spine.

Just then, a cry of pain came from not far away.

It turned out that the fire dragon had finally revealed a weakness in its frequent evasions. It was hit in the thigh by a bullet from Hawkeye, and blood was flowing freely. It staggered.

The masked man's gaze was immediately drawn to the battle over there, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp.

He raised his hands, his fingers making a grasping motion.

An invisible wave of mental energy then emerged.

"Whoosh!"

A rusty steel pipe nearby suddenly flew up into the air, like a javelin tearing through the air, heading straight for Eagle Eye, who was still aiming.

"Hawkeye, watch out for what's above you!"

Old Chen's eardrums vibrated violently, and the instant he sensed the direction of the surging mental energy, he immediately shouted a warning.

Hawkeye reacted extremely quickly. Without even looking, he grabbed his gun and lunged to the side, rolling on the ground.

"clang!"

The steel pipe, accelerated by his telekinesis, flew past his scalp and, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, plunged deep into the concrete.

Its tail end continued to tremble violently, emitting a buzzing sound.

If he had been even half a second slower, his body would probably have been pierced through already.

However, before Hawkeye could even breathe a sigh of relief...

A wave of intense heat immediately followed and rushed towards us.

However, despite his leg injury, Fire Dragon seized the opportunity when Hawkeye's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, and threw out a basketball-sized explosive fireball.

Hawkeye's pupils contracted sharply. Without bothering to get up, he used his waist and abdomen to forcefully roll over again on the gravel-strewn ground.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded at his feet, and the shockwave sent him flying, crashing heavily into the railing wall.

"Cough cough..." Hawkeye clutched his chest, just about to struggle to get up.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three more shrieks echoed through the air.

Three more steel pipes, controlled by the Masked Man, soared into the air and hurtled towards Hawkeye in a triangular formation, completely blocking all possible evasive routes.

This time, he had almost nowhere to escape.

The masked man stood in the distance with an indifferent gaze, his finger pressing down lightly as if he were merely crushing an annoying insect.

Clearly dissatisfied with the performance of his subordinates, he planned to take matters into his own hands and eliminate the most threatening Hawkeye first.

He didn't even glance at Old Chen.

In his eyes, the middle-aged man in the old jacket was just an assistant who could call out numbers and posed no threat at all.

Seeing this, Old Chen's heart pounded, knowing that his practical combat skills were weak.

If Hawkeye dies, the Fire Dragon will be completely unleashed, and the Illuminati's defenses will collapse instantly.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but reality was only a fleeting moment.

Old Chen gritted his teeth, a resolute glint flashing in his weathered eyes.

"Fight!"

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and instantly mobilized all the energy in his body to gather in his throat.

Then, it suddenly opened its mouth wide in the direction of the masked man.

"drink--"

A subsonic wave, imperceptible to the human ear, spread out like ripples.

The dust along the way was instantly pulverized, forming an invisible giant wave that crashed down on the masked man.

Just as the masked man was about to deliver the fatal blow, he suddenly swayed.

He felt as if his brain was stuffed with countless flies, buzzing and rattling.

The mental power that was originally as easy to control suddenly became slightly disordered.

The three steel pipes that were aimed at Eagle Eye paused slightly in mid-air, and their flight paths subsequently deviated.

Hawkeye is no ordinary man either, and he seized this fleeting opportunity.

With its powerful physique, it performed a fish-like leap and roll, quickly landing behind a nearby water tank.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

The steel pipes, close to the eagle's body, were driven into the wall, sending up a spray of gravel.

Its power was astonishing, but it failed to harm its true target.

The masked man steadied himself and slowly turned his head.

For the first time, the deep, dark eyes beneath the mask turned seriously to the unremarkable middle-aged man.

"Sonic attack?"

He tilted his head, a hint of surprise in his voice:
"Looks like I'll have to kill you, you noisy fly, first."

Old Chen quickly retreated to Eagle Eye's side, leaning against the cold metal of the water tank, and took a few deep breaths.

Hawkeye held the sniper rifle with both hands, exchanged a glance with him, and they instantly understood each other.

The two stood close to the water tank, one on each side, intending to use the cover for protection and work together again to deal with the Masked Man, their biggest threat.

In an instant, the entire rooftop was in complete chaos.

Sparks flew, blades flashed, and roars and gunfire mingled together as the two sides fought fiercely.

No one noticed.

Just as the Illuminati and the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group were fully engaged in this fierce battle.

The eastern edge of the building's rooftop.

A dark figure gracefully vaulted over the railing and landed silently on the concrete ground.

The person was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, with the hood pulled down very low, making it impossible to see their face.

Their movements were as light as a ghost, and when their feet landed, there was not a sound.

It was as if they had originally been floating hundreds of meters in the air, and now, under the cover of the melee, they had secretly sneaked into this battlefield.

He nimbly stepped over the corpses on the ground, moving silently along the shadows of the water tank and ventilation pipes.

Finally, they stealthily made their way to the iron cage under the lightning rod base.

Shen Wei, who was in the cage, was already in so much pain that he was in a semi-conscious state.

But his intuition, honed over many years, made him keenly aware of something amiss.

The feeling was like a wild beast silently encroaching on his safe distance.

Shen Wei struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

In the blurry vision, a pair of dark sneakers suddenly appeared in front of me.

My gaze followed the shoes and body upwards, finally settling on the face that was mostly obscured by the shadow of the hood.

Although the light was dim, those eyes were unusually bright, faintly shimmering with golden light.

Shen Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes wide again to look intently.

Yes, absolutely!
It was that familiar young man, Fang Cheng!

A glint of disbelief flashed in Shen Wei's cloudy old eyes, his lips trembled, and he was about to shout out unconsciously.

"Shh..."

Fang Cheng raised his index finger and gently placed it against his lips, making a shushing gesture.

Shen Wei's throat bobbed, and he swallowed back the exclamation that was about to come out.

A surge of wild joy suddenly welled up in his previously ashen heart.

Fang Cheng didn't waste any words, nor did he look for the key or the lock.

Instead, he squatted down, stretched out his hands, and grasped two solid threaded steel bars, each about the thickness of a thumb.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles in his arms bulged slightly.

"squeak--"

With a low, metallic groan, the hard steel bar felt like it was made of putty.

In Fang Cheng's hands, it was arbitrarily bent and twisted to both sides.

The entire process was completed without any overly loud cracking sounds; the perfect control of force allowed the metal deformation to be completed silently.

The intense fighting atmosphere on the rooftop provided the best cover for the rescue operation.

In just two or three seconds, the sturdy cage was forcibly torn open, creating a gap large enough for an adult to pass through.

Shen Wei stared in disbelief at the scene, his heart pounding.

Only at this moment did he truly realize the terrifying strength of the young man before him, far exceeding his previous imagination.

In the cage next to them, the young man and woman who had been trembling and the teenager were now staring wide-eyed.

Their faces showed a mixture of terror and hope, and they opened their mouths as if to call for help.

Fang Cheng turned his head and gave them a cold glance.

He raised his index finger again, making a shushing gesture, and then pointed to the fierce battle behind him.

The meaning was clear: shut up if you want to live, and wait.

Startled by Fang Cheng's icy gaze, the group immediately covered their mouths and nodded frantically.

Fang Cheng didn't care whether they understood or not, he quickly bent down and crawled into the cage, grabbed Shen Wei's arm and helped him out.

"Bear with it."

Fang Cheng whispered something in his ear, then supported Shen Wei, whose leg was broken.

Once again, under the cover of shadow, they moved towards the east side of the rooftop they had just climbed over.

Despite the excruciating pain from his broken bones, Shen Wei was drenched in cold sweat, his mind filled with doubt.

This is a dead end!
The entrance to the rooftop is in the opposite direction, blocked by those bandits, so there's no way to get through.

But going east leads to high altitudes. Is there a safety staircase leading down there?
Before he could figure it out, the two of them had already arrived at the railing at the edge of the rooftop.

The wind howled here, stinging people's faces.

Without any hesitation, Fang Cheng stepped onto the edge of the wall with one foot and stood on it.

Shen Wei subconsciously looked down and couldn't help but gasp:
"hiss--"

The ground below seemed like a dark abyss, and the height of over 300 meters made the cars on the ground look as tiny as beetles.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and Shen Wei's legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Mr. Fang... Shall we go down from here?" (End of Chapter)