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High-altitude turbulence crashed between buildings, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

The smoke and blood that filled the rooftop were blown about and carried into the dark night sky.

All eyes turned to the newcomer.

The man stood on a concrete railing that was only a hand's width wide, with most of his heels dangling in mid-air.

The strong wind blew his black hoodie close to his body, the fabric ripping and slapping, highlighting the muscles beneath.

He didn't even flinch, his hands in his pockets, looking like an iron stake driven into the wall of a building.

The city's neon lights behind him cast a cold, hard glow around him.

Backlit, his facial expression was obscured.

Only those pale golden pupils looked down without any emotion.

His eyes were devoid of emotion, yet they instantly put everyone present on edge.

A chilling sense of oppression silently enveloped the entire venue.

That's an instinct deep within the biological genes that's sending out an alarm.

It's like a lion patrolling its territory suddenly barging into a pack of wild dogs tearing at each other for food.

In an instant, all the noise and killing were forcibly suppressed.

The rooftop fell into a deathly silence.

Feiying, who was locked in a fierce battle, felt a chill on the back of his neck and instinctively stopped his attack, jumping back.

Black Mamba, who was originally preparing to press his advantage, froze in mid-air with his dagger in hand, and his body suddenly shrank into the shadows.

As a top assassin, he has an exceptionally keen sense of killing intent.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he was locked onto by a terrifying aura, and if he dared to move even slightly, he would be decapitated in the next second.

Even the ferocious and savage bear stopped chasing Fat Tiger at this moment.

This seemingly irrational beast let out an uneasy growl, its crimson eyes fixed on the figure standing on the railing.

The muscles all over his body swelled up even more, which was the reaction of his fur standing on end when he encountered a natural enemy.

The masked man slowly turned around, his movements appearing somewhat stiff.

As he moved, countless cement fragments, glass, and steel bars suspended in mid-air also changed direction.

The dense array of sharp points were all directed at the uninvited guest.

But he didn't rush to make a move; his eyes behind the mask were full of surprise and uncertainty.

Keep in mind that the entrance to the rooftop is right in the center of the battlefield.

Given his heightened senses, it was impossible for him to overlook any intruder.

This person seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Did he climb up the smooth, mirror-like glass exterior wall with his bare hands?
The masked man stared at the man's hands and the soles of his shoes, but found no climbing equipment.

The Silver Wing Tower is a skyscraper that is over 300 meters tall, not a building of a dozen or so stories.

If that's the case, how terrifying must this person's finger strength and stamina be?
Or perhaps he has mastered the ability to fly?

With that in mind, Masked Man suppressed his apprehension and decided to test the waters first.

"Friend, which gang are you from?"

He spoke first in a low voice:
"I am the leader of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group. May I ask your name?"

"Illuminati, Fang Cheng."

Fang Cheng nimbly leaped down from the railing and took a few steps forward at a leisurely pace.

The soles of my shoes crunched on the pebbles and shards of glass scattered on the ground.

It stood out clearly in the silent night sky, yet it was also terrifying.

He raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing a young and handsome face.

After seeing the person's face clearly by the cold white light of the billboard, I was able to make out their features.

The Illuminati's four members' eyes instantly lit up with joy, and they all blurted out:
"President!"

Fang Cheng did not respond, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the entire room.

Looking at Fei Ying, who was covered in wounds, and Eagle Eye and Old Chen, who were hiding behind cover in a disheveled state, he frowned slightly.

When their gaze fell on the bloodstains on Gian's chest and his twisted, broken arm.

The golden light in his eyes suddenly contracted, and a fierce glint flashed within.

Upon hearing the title "President of the Illuminati," the Masked Man's heart sank.

Although he didn't know the name of the organization, it didn't prevent him from assessing the current situation.

Those intruders he had just injured were clearly just pawns.

Now the main character has finally arrived.

His eyes flickered behind the mask a few times, then he let out a dry laugh, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere:
"So it's Chairman Fang. I've long admired your name. We Bloodthorn are here on business. We didn't know these gentlemen were your subordinates."

“Friend, there may be some misunderstandings here. Let’s sit down and talk it over.”

"Misunderstand?"

As Fang Cheng spoke, he pulled his hands out of his pockets and slowly clenched them into fists.

Crack!

The knuckles squeezed the air, producing a series of popping sounds like firecrackers.

"Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?"

Upon hearing this, the masked man chuckled softly, lowered his posture even further, and his tone became exceptionally gentle:
"President Fang, in the martial arts world, having more friends means having more options. It's really not worth ruining your relationship and fighting over a few subordinates."

"How about this, I'm willing to pay double the price to compensate your Illuminati, what do you think..."

As he spoke, his left hand, which was behind his back, quickly made a subtle gesture.

The fire dragon standing behind him received the command, its eyes flickering slightly.

The palms of his hands, hanging at his sides, faintly glowed red, quietly accumulating energy in preparation for a sudden attack.

On the other side, the Black Mamba, who had been hiding his presence, was like a treacherous viper.

He crept along the wall, silently making his way towards the east side of the rooftop where Fang Cheng was, searching for the best angle to stab him in the back.

Even the bear lowered its body, making a heavy snorting sound in its throat, staring intently at Fang Cheng's throat.

They seemed ready to pounce at any moment and tear their prey apart.

The masked man spoke softly while observing Fang Cheng's reaction.

As an international mercenary who has spent years living on the edge of death, he knows better than anyone else what's going on.

There's no way this can be resolved peacefully today, because the other party is clearly targeting me.

Rather than waiting to be passively attacked, it's better to strike first.

Seeing that his accomplices were already in position, Fang Cheng seemed to have been distracted by his words.

The smile vanished from the masked man's eyes instantly, his gaze turning ferocious, and he suddenly roared:
"Since we can't reach an agreement, then you might as well die!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised both hands high and suddenly clenched his fingers together.

boom!
An immense amount of mental energy erupted instantly, like a flood.

Several tons of construction debris, concrete fragments, broken steel bars, and sharp glass shards suspended in mid-air were all drawn into a visible vortex of telekinetic energy.

The vortex, like a tornado rising from the ground, crashed down on Fang Cheng with a deafening roar that seemed to shred everything.

In fact, because the rotation speed is just too fast.

The concrete fragments, constantly subjected to pressure as they collided with each other, emitted a teeth-grinding friction sound, and were gradually ground into powder.

In the blink of an eye, a gray sandstorm formed, obscuring the night sky and completely swallowing up even the pale lights of the billboards.

The entire rooftop was plunged into chaotic darkness.

Fang Cheng, caught in the eye of the storm, was as if he had been thrown into an industrial sandblasting machine, enduring high-speed grinding from all directions, making him completely invisible.

"So strong!"

Fire Dragon was so excited that he no longer felt the pain in his thigh.

The boss's telekinetic storm technique is truly exceptional.

Even if you throw a truck in there, it will be dismantled into a pile of parts in just a few minutes.

Not to mention the mere flesh and blood of human beings.

That kid's dead meat!

"It's over..."

Fat Tiger and Hiei felt a chill in their hearts, forced by the terrifying wind pressure to the point that they couldn't even open their eyes.

He could only raise his arms to firmly protect his face, struggling to maintain his balance in the fierce wind.

Old Chen and Eagle Eye, who were hiding behind the broken wall, turned pale and their hearts sank to the bottom.

This level of attack is simply beyond human capability to stop.

Just when everyone thought Fang Cheng would be minced into a pulp.

In that sandstorm of building ruins, a golden light pierced the chaotic darkness like a sharp sword.

Then came the second, the third...

Chi chi chi chi——

Countless dazzling golden beams of light pierced through the thick dust curtain, instantly tearing the storm apart.

At that moment, it was as if a blazing sun was rising in the eye of the storm, illuminating the entire dark rooftop as bright as day.

Everyone instinctively squinted and raised their hands to shield their eyes from the blinding light. In the dim light, they glimpsed a majestic figure that seemed like a god.

At the center of that rapidly spinning meat grinder, Fang Cheng stood steadily.

His skin shone with a brilliant golden light, as if it were coated with gold paint, exuding an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

The rushing steel bars and rubble, when they touched within a few centimeters of his body, seemed to hit an insurmountable wall of sighs, and were all mercilessly repelled by the surging golden light.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The dense sounds of impact blended together, exploding into dazzling sparks, yet they couldn't even lift the hem of his clothes.

"Is that all the attack power you have?"

Fang Cheng's voice was steady and powerful, easily piercing through the raging wind, carrying undisguised contempt:
"I'm really quite disappointed."

Before he could finish speaking, he stomped his right foot hard.

boom!
The concrete ground beneath their feet instantly collapsed, creating a large pit two meters in diameter, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading rapidly in all directions.

Using this terrifying reaction force, Fang Cheng was like a golden cannonball, actively rushing into the counter-rotating storm.

At the same time, the muscles in his right arm swelled rapidly, and his sleeve made a tearing sound as it burst into pieces.

A thick, muscular arm was exposed to the air.

The skin was flushed a hot red, and white steam billowed out from the pores.

The Qilin Arm has already completed its power-gathering!

"not good!"

The masked man felt an overwhelming sense of oppression wash over him.

It seemed that the man in front of them was not a human at all, but a Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin.

Seeing that the psychic storm was no match for the opponent's charge, Masked Man broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly withdrew the storm.

He waved his hands in front of him, gathering his scattered mental energy and condensing it into semi-transparent walls of air in an attempt to block the enemy's attack.

boom! boom! boom!
A sonic boom resounded, and three consecutive walls of psychic energy shattered like glass upon impact.

Fang Cheng's figure only paused for a moment, and his speed hardly decreased at all.

The shadow of death loomed over my heart.

The masked man clenched his teeth, pushing his psychic power to its limit.

He simply abandoned all outer defenses and condensed his remaining mental energy into a palm-sized physical shield, which he held against his chest.

At the same time, the clown mask on his face seemed to come alive.

The red patterns on it began to move, and a crimson energy was injected into the shield, causing it to emit an eerie red light.

Bang!
The fist, wreathed in white steam, slammed heavily onto the red shield.

A massive shockwave emanated from the two individuals, spreading outwards and kicking up clouds of dust.

Immediately afterwards, the masked man flew backward like a rag doll.

His ribs popped with a cracking sound like popping beans, and his body traced a parabola several tens of meters through the air.

Then it was slammed down heavily on a water tank, creating a dent in the stainless steel surface.

puff--

The masked man fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"what?"

Fang Cheng withdrew his fist, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although his punch sent his opponent flying, he could clearly feel that a strange red energy had neutralized at least half of his force.

Otherwise, with the power of that punch, the Masked Man's upper body should have been turned into mincemeat by now.

That mask is interesting.

But this did not stop Fang Cheng from continuing to kill.

Amidst the ruins, the masked man coughed up a mouthful of blood with difficulty, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted out of place.

"This...this is a monster..."

He roared madly in his heart, fear washing over him like a tidal wave.

Fortunately, the "Clown Mask" artifact he obtained in the ruins helped him avert the fatal injury.

Otherwise, I would really be done for tonight.

However, the energy in the mask has been depleted, and it will take at least ten minutes to recharge it.

Now, the only thing that can stop this monster is another equally savage and brutal one.

As the masked man's thoughts flashed through his mind, a mental fluctuation instantly connected with a certain chaotic mind.

"Roar--"

A ferocious roar instantly shook the night sky.

That was the bear, poised to pounce, having received the order.

Amidst the ruins, the masked man, with his last ounce of strength, roared hysterically:

"Big Bear! Tear him to pieces! Eat his flesh!!"

Upon hearing this, the monster's eyes blazed red, its last shred of reason consumed by its bloodlust.

It's like being freed from some kind of shackles, completely unleashing the wild nature of a beast.

Click, click—

A series of cracking sounds emanated from his body, sending chills down one's spine.

To the astonishment of the Illuminati, the already imposing bear's body swelled up again as if it were being inflated.

His clothes let out a mournful cry as they were about to burst under the strain, and buttons flew off like bullets.

The tough fabric was torn apart by the wildly bulging muscles, turning into strips of cloth that hung around the waist.

His muscles felt like rats were scurrying wildly under his skin, before solidifying into hard, granite-like chunks of flesh.

His spine twisted violently, which made him grow even taller by several centimeters from his already 2.3-meter height.

His originally dark skin turned purplish-red due to blood congestion.

The thick, blue veins, like earthworms, wriggled and bulged menacingly on the body's surface, as if they might burst at any moment.

Just two seconds.

What stood there was no longer a human, but a mountain of flesh built from muscles and murderous intent.

A ferocious beast, unleashed to its fullest potential, was born.

"You want to compete with me in strength?"

Fang Cheng's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes burned with an even more excited flame.

He showed no fear, simply taking half a step back, pushing off with his left foot, his spine twisting like a dragon.

He stretched his right arm back again to gather power, and golden flames burst forth from his fist.

boom! boom! boom!
The bear charged forward with heavy steps, each step causing the floorboards to tremble.

The two were less than a few meters apart.

Big Bear raised his arms high, his ten fingers clenched into fists, and slammed them down on Fang Cheng's head like a battering ram.

This blow was enough to smash a car into a pancake.

"Well done!"

The moment those two giant fists landed, Fang Cheng's thigh muscles tensed, and he was suddenly propelled forward.

The fist, enveloped in flames, emitted a dazzling golden light, striking first despite being behind.

Everyone clenched their fists, their hearts pounding, staring at the battlefield where the gladiators were fighting.

This is a visually striking scene.

The raging bear, like a moving mountain of flesh, pounced on Fang Cheng, bringing with it a foul stench.

In comparison, Fang Cheng, who was only about 1.8 meters tall, appeared too thin and small in front of him.

Like a hound at the feet of a giant bear.

However, what happened the next second sent chills down everyone's spine.

puff!

There was no earth-shattering impact, only a remarkably pleasant sound of flesh tearing apart.

Fang Cheng's blazing fist, like an armor-piercing bullet, slammed into the bear's hard, iron-like abdominal muscles.

Immediately afterwards, it sank into it without any obstruction.

The punch pierced right through the bear's stomach, carrying bits of flesh and broken bones as it emerged from its back.

"Uh……"

The bear's ferocious roar abruptly stopped, replaced by a hissing sound like bellows in its throat.

He stared blankly down at the large hole that had been cut into his abdomen.

A torrent of blood and shattered organs gushed down Fang Cheng's arm.

Fang Cheng remained expressionless, then suddenly jerked his arm back.

thump.

The enormous, mountain-like body convulsed violently before crashing to the ground like a collapsing mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust. (End of Chapter)