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Chapter 555 Is the President the Terminator? Killing People Like Slaughtering Chickens
One punch and it's over.

The entire rooftop fell silent instantly.

Only the fierce wind was still howling, making the huge metal logo creak and groan.

The dust that filled the air slowly settled, covering the mountain of flesh that had already become a corpse.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, irritating everyone's nasal passages.

The survivors remained in their original poses, like a group of frozen sculptures.

They stared in disbelief at the young figure standing in the pool of blood.

My mind went blank, and I even forgot to breathe.

This happened so fast and so violently that it was completely beyond their expectations.

"Be good..."

Fat Tiger leaned against the deformed pipe, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

If we were to ask who among everyone present could most directly feel the terror of that man-eating monster,

Then it has to be him.

He fought with his life on the line, his arm was broken, and he suffered multiple fractures in his chest, barely managing to hold on and avoid being killed.

The monster's muscles were as hard as steel plates, and its strength was like that of a bulldozer.

But now, the bastard who just beat him up like a grandson has been stabbed through with a single punch?
"That's too strong... Is the president even human? Is he some kind of Terminator?"

Fat Tiger wiped the blood and grime from his face and muttered to himself.

"I think so."

Feiying sneaked over unnoticed, clutching her injured ribs, and moved close to Gian.

His usually nonchalant face was now filled with astonishment, and his voice was trembling:
"That punch just now was pure violent aesthetics...tsk tsk, compared to Big Bear, I think the president is more perverted, more like a monster."

The two looked at each other, and saw deep awe and admiration in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, this monster was their own boss.

Behind the ruins.

Old Chen, who had been on tenterhooks the whole time, had his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at Fang Cheng's figure, secretly assessing the young president's strength.

The first punch created a sonic boom, sending the Bloodthorn leader, who possessed powerful psychic abilities, flying and even seriously injuring him.

The second punch, delivered after the initial strike, pierced directly through the monster's body, which resembled a mountain of flesh.

This is not just a one-sided enhancement of strength or speed; it should mean simultaneously reaching at least Grade A.

They can even combine to unleash terrifying destructive power far exceeding that of ordinary S-class ability users.

What's even more terrifying is his defensive capabilities.

Faced with a psychic storm that could grind even concrete into powder, the president actually used his physical body to withstand it, without even breaking a scratch.

As for the golden light that enveloped his body...

Perhaps it's the effect of qi and blood produced by strengthening physical fitness to the extreme, or perhaps it's some kind of special defensive ability.

Old Chen took a deep breath, recalling what the professor had said when he recruited him:

"Our president is exceptionally strong; he can defeat an S-class ability user with just his fists."

At the time, he thought the professor was just making empty promises and bragging.

In retrospect, the professor was not exaggerating at all; in fact, he was being overly modest.

"This is far from being extraordinary..."

Old Chen couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes becoming increasingly fervent.

This is simply a killing machine made of steel!
Just as Old Chen was filled with excitement.

Hawkeye, crouching next to him, remained in a kneeling firing position.

Through the scope, Eagle Eyes sees more clearly than anyone else.

The penetrating power of that punch was even more terrifying than the anti-materiel sniper rifle in his hand.

Hawkeye gave a bitter smile. He once thought he was qualified to be the world's top assassin.

But now that he saw Fang Cheng, he understood.

His marksmanship, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as a stick in the face of such absolute violence.

Compared to the joy and shock of the Illuminati, the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group was filled with fear, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Below the water tank.

The masked man slumped in the pile of rubble, his face contorted in extreme pain beneath the mask.

"Big Bear...is he dead?"

His hands trembled slightly; he couldn't accept this reality.

Big Bear is his own brother, his most perfect human weapon.

Years ago, in some ancient ruins, this guy accidentally ate a strange fruit.

Although he lost his mind and became a man-eating monster, he also benefited from the misfortune and achieved extraordinary physical evolution.

It's important to know that in the world of superhumans, those who have enhanced their bodies are always at the bottom of the social hierarchy and are considered brutes who only know how to use brute force.

But Big Bear is different; he was rated A+ based solely on his physical strength.

Once their animalistic nature is fully unleashed, they can even go toe-to-toe with S-class ability users.

Those abnormal muscle fibers couldn't be destroyed even by a high-explosive grenade.

But now, it's been easily pierced, like a windowpane being punched through?

The masked man gritted his teeth, his eyes swirling with shock and resentment.

The last card in your hand has become invalid.

To flee, or to continue fighting?

But given his current severely injured state, he doesn't even have the strength to walk.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly looked up, his gaze falling on a shadowy spot on the east side of the rooftop.

Black Mamba, who had been lurking behind, preparing to launch a sneak attack, froze on the spot.

He was like a frozen venomous snake, maintaining an offensive posture.

His gaze fell on the disemboweled bear carcass, and seeing the entrails spilling out onto the ground, his hand holding the dagger trembled uncontrollably.

Black Mamba knows all too well how strong the bear is.

Within the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group, the level of terror even surpasses that of the Masked Man, who is their leader.

He had personally witnessed how Big Bear tore a real black bear apart with his bare hands, and how he wiped out an entire special forces team while being riddled with machine gun fire.

This monstrous monster was actually smashed to pieces with a single punch?

What if you accidentally hit yourself...?

Black Mamba swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting straight to the top of his head.

“Be mindful, be confident, do your best!”

The masked man suddenly let out a roar.

He coughed up blood while frantically channeling his remaining mental energy.

An invisible shockwave pierced Fang Cheng's mind, attempting to disrupt his concentration and restrict his actions.

"I'll use mind control to help you kill him quickly! Otherwise, we'll all die!!"

The roar startled the Black Mamba.

He snapped back to his senses, and the fear in his eyes instantly transformed into a ruthless determination to survive in a desperate situation.

That's right. This monster has just unleashed a series of attacks, its old power is exhausted and new power has not yet been generated, and it has also been controlled by the boss.

This is the only chance!
Fight!

Black Mamba burst into motion, transforming into a black line that was barely visible to the naked eye.

The alloy dagger in his hand, capable of cutting through steel wire, pierced Fang Cheng's back with a shrill whistling sound.

"Successful!"

Black Mamba was overjoyed as the tip of his dagger precisely struck the target's back muscle.

however.

Ding!
A crisp metallic clang shattered his illusion.

The moment the sharp dagger pierced Fang Cheng's skin, it was like stabbing into thick tire rubber, and then hitting a steel plate.

The immense recoil made Black Mamba's hand go numb, and the dagger almost flew out of his hand.

"Wha...what?!"

Black Mamba's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

Are these even human back muscles? This is a robot disguised as a human!
A deadly sense of danger instantly gripped Black Mamba's heart.

Without thinking, he pushed off with both feet and retreated rapidly.

However, before he could retreat even half a step, Fang Cheng, who was standing with his back to him, had already made a move.

The bloodied arm shot out backward with lightning speed, so fast that even its afterimage was invisible. *Snap*.

Black Mamba's rapidly retreating figure suddenly stopped.

His neck was gripped tightly by a large, iron-like hand, and then his feet were lifted off the ground, his entire body being forcibly lifted up.

Fang Cheng slowly turned his head, a cruel smile on his face, completely unaffected by the mental manipulation.

Those golden eyes stared intently at the Black Mamba hidden in the air:

"Would you like to try it too?"

"No... mercy..."

Click!

Fang Cheng didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, and casually flicked his wrist.

With a crisp crack of a broken neck, Black Mamba's head slumped to one side.

Its eyes quickly lost their life force, and it was casually tossed into the pile of corpses by Fang Cheng like a dead chicken.

The killing came quickly and ended quickly.

The rooftop fell silent once again.

In less than half a minute, two of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group's three main combatants were killed and one was seriously injured.

The once arrogant fire dragon was now terrified out of its wits.

The flame burning in his hand quietly went out, his legs trembled, and he quietly retreated step by step.

Even after his back hit the railing and he had nowhere to retreat, he still frantically looked around.

He tried to find a crack in the ground to bury himself so that the monster couldn't see him.

On the Illuminati's four-person group's side, the atmosphere shifted from tense to relaxed.

With the situation now under control, everyone's face was filled with relief at surviving a disaster.

Old Chen plopped down on the ground, shakily pulling a flattened cigarette from his pocket, but he couldn't light it no matter what he did.

My mind was in turmoil, and all sorts of fantasies about the future development of the Illuminati flashed through my mind.

"Is this the end?"

Feiying swallowed hard, looked at the butterfly knife in her hand, and then glanced at the corpse on the ground with its eyes wide open in death.

He then silently put the knife away, and gave a self-deprecating smile:
"I was actually worried about the president just now, and I was even planning to go up and cover for him... It seems I was overthinking it."

"I'll be a good boy..."

Fat Tiger leaned against the pipe, ignoring the pain radiating from all over his body, grinning foolishly.

"Our president's brute strength is something I could train for a hundred years and still not catch up to. That punch could blow up an armored vehicle, let alone a person."

As he spoke, he excitedly waved his intact hand and shouted loudly:

"Let's see who dares to mess with the Illuminati from now on! Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it wouldn't do us any good!"

Hawkeye silently put down his sniper rifle, stood up, and his previously tense shoulders completely relaxed.

He watched Fang Cheng's retreating figure, a strange emotion flickering in his otherwise indifferent eyes.

It was the kind of piety a believer felt upon seeing a true god, awe and longing for extraordinary power.

Fang Cheng stood still, lowered his head, and frowned slightly.

Looking at the blood and bits of internal organs stained his right arm, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

"It's so dirty."

He whispered two words.

The next second, a burst of golden flames erupted from the pores of his arm.

Chi chi chi——

The intense heat instantly incinerated the filth into nothingness, and the ashes of the torn sleeves were scattered by the wind.

When the flames disappeared, the arm returned to its fair and clean state, without a speck of dust on it.

Fang Cheng flexed his wrists and looked up.

Their gazes fell upon the masked man slumped in the ruins, and the fire dragon huddled trembling by the railing.

He then took a step forward, preparing to take out the last two enemies.

Amidst the ruins, the masked man watched this scene in despair.

As a newly promoted S-class Nen user, he is used to controlling the life and death of others and rarely encounters an evenly matched opponent.

Even simply controlling the raging monster, the Great Bear, is enough to run rampant in the underworld.

I never imagined that one day I would become the fish on the chopping block.

But today, he used every trick in the book.

As a result, they slaughtered them one by one without even breaking a sweat, just like killing chickens and dogs.

"This...this is impossible..."

The masked man struggled to his feet, trying to escape.

But as soon as he moved, the excruciating pain from his fractured ribcage made him groan, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He could only watch helplessly as the demon approached, step by step.

"No...don't come any closer..."

The masked man braced himself on the ground with both hands and kicked wildly, desperately trying to move his body backward.

His back slammed into a broken piece of metal, and excruciating pain tore at his nerves, but he couldn't care less.

"Money! I have money!"

The masked man's voice was hoarse, and he spoke extremely fast:
"I have 300 million in my overseas accounts! No, 500 million!"

"These are all clean. If you let me go, I'll transfer the account password to you immediately!"

Fang Cheng did not stop walking, nor did his eyes even flicker.

It was as if he wasn't talking about 500 million, but rather 5 yuan.

The soles of the shoes made a crisp, cracking sound as they hit the gravel.

Every step felt like stepping on the very rhythm of my heartbeat.

The masked man's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his mind raced.

Realizing that he needed to offer something more valuable to impress such a top-tier expert.

"Wait! What about the other goods?!"

Suddenly remembering something, as if grasping at a straw, the masked man pointed to the lightning rod base:
"Those strange people I hunted, and that Shen Wei, I'm handing them all over to you!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, presumptuously analyzing the pros and cons:

"You came here for this too, right? Shen Wei knows a place where there are many young extraordinary people."

"As long as we capture them, we can go to the Xiao family. Whether it's gene serums, other treasures, or cultivation resources, the Xiao family will generously give them to us."

In his view, there is no one in this world who is not greedy.

Since the Illuminati has intervened, it must be in order to get a share of the profits.

Fang Cheng didn't speak, but looked down at the masked man with a mocking smile on his lips.

"idiot."

Not far away, Fei Ying leaned against the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sneered:
"Masked monster, open your dog eyes wide and take a good look. Where are the chips you mentioned?"

The masked man was taken aback by what he heard.

He turned his head sharply, a stiff cracking sound coming from his neck.

My gaze pierced through the billowing dust and landed on the base of the lightning rod.

One of the iron cages had its thick steel bars twisted into a pretzel shape by brute force.

The place was empty; the people had vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the masked man's face beneath the mask instantly turned ashen.

Could it be that the person was already rescued during the battle?
"It seems you have no last words."

Fang Cheng said coldly, crossing his hands and clenching his fists tightly.

Crackling sound.

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

The large hands that had just slaughtered the bear and the black mamba now exuded a suffocating sense of oppression once again.

The breath of death was overwhelming.

The masked man's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He didn't care about anything else and shouted out his last trump card:

"Wait! Don't do anything, I know a secret!"

"A shocking secret about the Xiao family and the military! You'll definitely be interested!"

(End of this chapter)