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The air inside the water plant was stifling and deathly silent, almost suffocating.

The abandoned equipment resembles a lurking steel behemoth, and the crisscrossing pipes look like a coiled python.

In the depths of darkness, a faint red light gradually appeared.

Those were countless pairs of cold, emotionless eyes.

The rustling whispers came from all directions, as grating as insects gnawing at rusty metal.

They seemed to be communicating with each other, or perhaps they were completely enraged by the prey's unauthorized resistance.

Fang Cheng couldn't understand those syllables, but he could clearly sense the malice they contained.

After a brief moment of surprise, an indescribable excitement surged up from the depths of my heart.

Fang Cheng raised his arms and bent his legs slightly, naturally assuming a standard fighting stance.

Then, gazing at that eerie red light that kept flickering:
"Since you're all so stubborn, then bring it on, all of you!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with both legs.

With a "crack," a tile beneath their feet was crushed to pieces.

Using the reaction force, he charged headlong into the darkness.

Fang Cheng's gaze quickly swept across the front, locking onto one of the twisted black shadows with the sharpest cry.

The muscles in the lower back tensed instantly, and the user attempted to throw another punch.

This time, it was as if my body had awakened some long-forgotten memory etched into my bones.

He clearly felt that he understood better how to exert force.

This is no longer a simple muscle stretch, but a perfect transmission of power from the ground to the waist and hips, and then to the spine.

The right arm is like a fully drawn bow, with the upper arm driving the forearm, and the power is layered on top of each other.

Then, it was suddenly launched out.

boom!
The air was torn apart by the sharp punch, producing a faint popping sound.

Before the dark figure could even get close, it was struck by the powerful force of the punch and instantly exploded into a cloud of dissipating black mist.

Fang Cheng's originally thin body now burst forth with a ferocity and brute force that was completely disproportionate to his appearance.

However, the two consecutive kills did not frighten these twisted monsters.

More dark shadows surged out from the ceiling beams and wall cracks, converging into a pitch-black tide that attempted to completely engulf Fang Cheng.

The monsters emitted eerie hisses, and countless red lights flickered wildly like will-o'-the-wisps.

Several dark figures leaped down from mid-air, crawling swiftly on all fours along the wall, resembling wild beasts formed from wisps of smoke.

Fang Cheng showed no fear on his face.

An unprecedented power was filling my entire body, and every pore was greedily opening and closing to breathe.

He looked down at his already thin arms.

At this moment, the veins on his arms bulged, and it seemed as if molten lava was surging beneath his skin.

The stark contrast between his frail physique and terrifying power gave him a thrill of pushing his limits and taking control of life and death.

At the same time, he instantly understood the reason for that nameless anger he had felt earlier.

That was an extreme aversion to weakness and an instinctive craving for pure violence!
Fang Cheng's lips curled into a frenzied smile, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

The humiliation of being chased like prey before has now transformed into a pure fighting spirit.

He plunged headlong into the oncoming tide of dark shadows.

A monster swung its claws down at his head.

Instead of retreating, Fang Cheng advanced, his upper body suddenly diving down to precisely avoid the attack.

Using the momentum of his body sinking down, he twisted his waist and hips, and his right fist shot out from below like a cannonball.

boom!
An extremely powerful uppercut smashed the monster's jaw again.

The black mist exploded at the point of the fist, instantly turning into nothingness.

Without pausing for a moment, Fang Cheng shifted his center of gravity accordingly.

Bend your left arm and use the power of twisting your waist.

With a fierce spinning elbow strike, another dark figure lunging from the side was smashed in half at the waist.

With each punch and strike, his movements became faster and more ferocious.

No need to think, no need to hesitate.

All the fighting skills seemed to come naturally to him, as if he was born with them.

Every joint and every bone in the body seemed to become a vessel for the outpouring of violence.

Fang Cheng darted swiftly through the gaps in the shadows.

Despite being a slender young man, he exuded a chilling aura of dominance, like a boxing champion.

He would lightly tap the ground with his toes and slide to dodge the sharp claws that were grabbing at him from the front.

At times, he would lower his waist and deliver a powerful, explosive liver strike, slamming it into the target's ribs.

Immediately afterwards, using the momentum of twisting his waist, his right leg whipped up a whooshing sound like a steel whip.

A fierce high sweeping kick shattered the head of another monster that was swooping down from mid-air.

A dark shadow attempted to ambush from the side, extending ink-black claws to entangle Fang Cheng's ankle.

But the moment the slime dripped onto Fang Cheng's skin, the dark figure let out a scream even more shrill than when it was shattered by a fist.

"hiss--"

The claw was as if it had been pressed onto a red-hot stove, instantly burning out acrid white smoke.

The monster recoiled as if electrocuted, its once solidified form now scalded and mangled.

Upon seeing this, the other shadowy figures abruptly halted their attack.

They seemed to have sensed the change in Fang Cheng, and were no longer as mocking and disdainful as before.

These mindless monsters became hesitant and even began to retreat, as if they were afraid of something.

If someone were standing nearby at that moment, they would see that Fang Cheng's body was faintly emitting a golden light.

In the deep darkness, he looked like a sun about to break through the sea and rise slowly.

"call--"

Fang Cheng was panting heavily, exhaling hot white breath.

He felt the boiling blood in his body rise even higher.

The heat surged wildly through his limbs and bones, making his body temperature even hotter.

At the same time, deep within Fang Cheng's consciousness, he vaguely glimpsed a strange scene.

In that vast, dark ocean, a golden sun hung high, radiating its domineering light and heat incessantly.

It seemed that this was the true source of all the power in his body.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng slowly raised his head.

Deep within his eyes, it seemed as if two tangible golden flames were burning fiercely.

He gazed at the trembling figures huddled in the corner ahead, and the smile on his lips gradually widened:

"Come on, come on again, why aren't you coming anymore?"

He took a step forward, his shoes crunching on the broken bricks and tiles on the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

With this movement, the faint golden halo on the body surface pressed forward, emitting a scorching heat that was enough to ignite the air.

Upon seeing this, the group of dark figures were so frightened that they let out a series of chaotic and shrill screams and retreated in unison.

They huddled together desperately like insects encountering a raging fire, even the dim red light flickering uncertainly.

At this moment, the fighting spirit had reached its peak.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his chest bulging.

Then he raised his head and roared deafeningly at the darkness filled with demons and monsters.

"roll!!!"

This roar was like the howl of a lion, carrying an unparalleled power.

With a roar, the golden light emanating from his body erupted completely, transforming into a tangible wave of intense heat that swept outwards. The remaining shadows, struck by this supremely yang and powerful aura, melted and began to smoke, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

They let out terrified screams and scrambled into the cracks in the pipes, the pool, and the corners of the walls, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The water plant returned to silence.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the surroundings became a little brighter, making it possible to vaguely see the scenery around us.

Fang Cheng stood alone in the open space, his chest heaving violently.

He was steaming hot, with wisps of white smoke rising from his forehead and shoulders.

He looked like an iron man who had just stepped out of a furnace, his skin red and hot from the high temperature, his blood surging.

Fang Cheng calmed himself down, feeling the heat within his body that had not yet completely subsided.

This force was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar, like a blood connection.

He was panting heavily, staring incredulously at his hands.

I just managed to drive those ghosts away with my fists.

He even looked down at the back of his hand.

The redness and swelling from last night's black rain have completely subsided under the baptism of high temperatures, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and hope ignited in his heart.

Since these monsters could be completely dispersed by this force...

Then, Zhou Ming and the other possessed members must also be saved.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp.

He shook off the remaining black moisture from his fists, turned around, and strode into the darkness deeper into the factory.

Not far ahead, behind a row of abandoned filter tanks.

Fang Cheng caught a heavy breathing sound.

A slender figure in camouflage was seen hunched over, pacing back and forth in the shadows like a wild beast.

It was Wang Lan, the president of the Supernatural Research Club.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Lan turned her head sharply.

Her eyes were completely rolled back, yet she could still pinpoint Fang Cheng's location.

It let out a low growl, then suddenly pushed off with its legs, pouncing like a cheetah that had caught the scent of blood.

Hands with black nails aimed straight for Fang Cheng's face.

Fang Cheng did not back down.

Faced with the attack, he calmly slid to the side to avoid the attack.

Using the momentum of the opponent's forward charge, he quickly raised his right leg and delivered a clean and crisp front kick, accurately striking Wang Lan in the abdomen.

"boom!"

Wang Lan was sent flying backwards and crashed heavily onto the dusty cement ground.

Before she could even get up, Fang Cheng had already pounced on her.

He pressed one knee down on Wang Lan's abdomen, his hands gripping her neck tightly like iron hoops.

Of course, in order not to harm his classmate's life, he held back a bit of his strength.

After all, the other party was only possessed.

We can't just use the same deadly move we used against the shadowy figure to kill our teammate, can we?
"Get out of her body!"

Fang Cheng increased the pressure on his hand slightly and gave a stern command.

Wang Lan's trachea was blocked, and she struggled violently with her limbs.

Her fingernails scratched harshly on the cement floor as she tried to pry Fang Cheng's fingers apart with both hands.

However, the power of that evil spirit possessing him was not very strong under Fang Cheng's absolute advantage.

"Hiss hiss hiss, hehehe..."

She opened her mouth and squeezed out a series of extremely strange and obscure syllables from her throat.

It sounds like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sending chills down your spine and making your hair stand on end.

Fang Cheng couldn't understand what the monster was muttering at all, nor did he want to.

He kept a cold expression, his fingers tightened, and his eyes revealed a ruthless intent.

They planned to use physical asphyxiation to force the shadowy figure out.

However, at that moment...

It seemed that some long-dormant talent in the depths of Fang Cheng's mind was quietly stirred.

The hissing sounds that were originally like gibberish instantly translated into a clear and complete sentence upon entering his ears:

"You... are not... from this world..."

Fang Cheng's hand suddenly stopped moving.

He stared at Wang Lan's rolling eyes, his gaze turning cold, and questioned her in a deep voice:
What are you saying?

The monster possessing Wang Lan's body seemed to sense the surprise and doubt in Fang Cheng's emotions.

The features of that face twisted grotesquely, revealing a hideous and terrifying smile.

A hoarse, strange sound escaped from his mouth once more:
"You will be targeted by... the Holy Lord... your fate... is inescapable..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng frowned deeply:
"What Holy Lord? What world? What are you talking about, you bastard?!"

As he spoke, the muscles in his wrist suddenly tensed, and the force gripping his throat increased.

Just as she finished speaking, Wang Lan, who was being pinned down, suddenly began to convulse violently.

Her face showed extreme pain, and her mouth was agape to the limit.

"vomit--"

A large mouthful of foul-smelling black sewage, mixed with a cloud of black smoke, gushed out of her mouth, splashing onto the nearby floor tiles with a hissing sound.

As soon as the dark shadow left the body, it was scalded by the scorching blood energy emanating from Fang Cheng's body, causing it to let out a shrill scream.

It didn't dare linger for even a second, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and disappeared into the surrounding darkness in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately released his hands, stood up, and stepped aside.

Wang Lan collapsed to the ground, breathing in the fresh air in large gulps.

His eyes, which had rolled back, gradually returned to their normal clear black and white, and the deathly look on his face receded like the tide.

She rubbed her neck and struggled to sit up from the ground, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Cough cough... Fang Cheng? What happened?"

She swallowed hard, feeling a burning pain in her throat and a tightness in her throat.

The feeling was like being pinched hard by someone's hand.

"Are we still at the water plant? Where are Dazhuang, Zhou Ming, and Lin Xue?"

She looked around, still a little dazed.

Fang Cheng looked at the clear, dark blue finger marks on her neck, his expression unchanged, and replied nonchalantly:
"You were possessed by those filthy things just now. But don't worry, I've already found a way to deal with them."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lan immediately disregarded the pain in her throat and looked up in surprise.

Fang Cheng didn't explain in detail, he just raised his chin:

"Let's go and find the others first."

Next, Fang Cheng led Wang Lan to search back and forth in the intricate factory.

They found Zhou Ming, Li Dazhuang, and Lin Xue, who were also possessed and had lost their minds, in the corners of the reservoir and generator set.

Every time he found one, Fang Cheng would rush up to them without hesitation and start punching and kicking them.

He controlled his power to a level that was just enough to disperse the shadows without breaking any bones.

In this way, using purely physical methods, the possessing shadowy figures were forcibly "beaten" out of the students' bodies. (End of Chapter)