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A tall figure parted the dense bushes.

With his hands in the pockets of his training uniform, Fang Cheng calmly emerged from the mist, stepping on the slippery, decaying leaves.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng followed closely behind, each clutching a dagger and scanning their surroundings warily.

Despite their calm demeanor, the two men's hearts couldn't help but race as they faced this group of thugs whose hands were now stained with blood.

The stench of blood emanating from the assassins wafted into our nostrils on the cold wind, making it extremely pungent.

However, when their gaze fell upon Fang Cheng's unwavering back, their tense emotions miraculously subsided.

With a tough guy like him who can crush even a mutated wild boar with a single punch in front of us, what is there to be afraid of?

Upon seeing the three people emerge from the bushes, the three police academy students, trapped in a desperate situation, were initially overjoyed, thinking they had finally received powerful outside help.

But when they saw what the person looked like, they were stunned.

He was as thin as a withered bamboo pole, as if a gust of mountain wind could blow him away.

He was very muscular, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, but he didn't seem very smart.

As for the one leading the group in the middle, although he was handsome, he exuded the harmless aura of an office worker and didn't even carry a weapon for self-defense.

This trio is utterly intimidating.

The hope in the eyes of the three police academy students vanished instantly, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

The tall, thin leader narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his gaze sweeping over Fang Cheng and his two companions, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth:

"I thought they were some hidden masters, but they're just three lost newbies."

As soon as he finished speaking, his men behind him burst into laughter.

"Boss, look at that big guy, he looks like a bear, and he's carrying a wild boar leg. Does he think he's on a picnic in the Western Hills?"

"That pretty boy in the middle is even funnier. He's all delicate and fair-skinned, and he doesn't even have a knife on him. He's come to take the exam. He probably hasn't even killed a chicken before, has he?"

Amid the laughter, some waved their weapons, making no attempt to intimidate, while others glared menacingly at them.

Faced with this blatant threat, Fang Cheng remained calm and spoke in a gentle tone:

"We are indeed lost, and we apologize for disturbing you. If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now."

As he spoke, he actually turned around and took a step to leave.

Ma Dong-hyuk grinned widely and waved in perfect unison:
"Bye-bye, everyone, you can continue."

Hou Peng quickly followed Fang Cheng's footsteps without even turning his head.

Seeing this, the veins on the backs of the three police academy students' hands, which were gripping the daggers, bulged, and their sense of despair intensified.

I had hoped these three would help share some of the pressure, but they turned out to be three spineless cowards.

"stop!"

The tall, thin man's face darkened, and he shouted sternly:

"Did I let you leave? Explain your identities and backgrounds first, and then I'll consider whether or not I should leave you with a complete corpse."

Ma Donghe stopped, turned around, spat heavily on the ground, and pointed at the other person, cursing loudly:

"You son of a bitch, you think you're something special?"

"Fuck your mother! You should take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror. You're nothing but a piece of trash, yet you dare to act high and mighty with me!"

Seeing that the other party was going further and getting relentless, he simply stopped pretending and acted even more arrogantly than these thugs.

The tall, thin man's eye twitched violently, enraged by the vulgar insult.

His previously playful expression turned ferocious, and he stared at Ma Donghe with murderous intent:
"You're courting death! I was going to let you live a little longer, but since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, you can't blame anyone else!"

With a flick of his wrist, the bloodstained military dagger spun halfway around in his palm as he issued his command in a chilling tone:

"Old Dog, go deal with that skinny guy."

"Black Bull, Wolf, pull out that bear-like guy's tongue and rip out his intestines. I want him to suffer the most cruel torture before he dies!"

The tall, thin man swiftly issued the order, his gaze finally settling on a killer with a sinister look in his eyes:
"Viper, go and bleed that pretty boy, be quick about it."

"The rest of you, come with me and take care of those three toughest guys. Let's finish this quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Hou Peng's brows furrowed tightly.

There were nine ruthless bandits on the other side who killed without blinking an eye.

On the other hand, they only had six people at most, and three of them were seriously injured, which reduced their combat strength by half.

The situation is completely one-sided; how can this battle be fought?
The man with the buzz cut and the others were equally disheartened.

There was no way I was going to survive today, so I could only grit my teeth, grip the dagger tightly, and prepare for a final, desperate fight.

The thugs all grinned maliciously, looking at them as if they were several breathing corpses.

After a brief standoff and deliberation among the three parties, a murderous intent arose, and the battle erupted instantly.

The assassin Viper, who was specifically chosen to deal with Fang Cheng, grinned maliciously and suddenly pushed off with his legs, his military boots carving a deep pit in the mud.

He moved like a sharp arrow flying close to the ground, using the momentum of his sprint to thrust the triangular military dagger in his hand straight at Fang Cheng's heart.

Looking at Fang Cheng's hands in his pockets, completely unguarded, Viper was filled with disdain.

To deal with this kind of weak and helpless pretty boy, one should simply stab him through the heart and execute him instantly with the fastest and most lethal move.

Just like when he hid in the tree and ambushed and killed that examinee.

But he changed his mind at the last minute, thinking that killing him with one blow would be too boring.

Why not sever this kid's tendons first, then play with him a bit more and hear his desperate screams? That would be much more satisfying!
Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were both tied up with their respective opponents and had no time to spare for anything else.

As for the three police academy students, they were forced to retreat repeatedly, and could only watch helplessly as the military dagger approached Fang Cheng.

In their eyes, this young man, who hadn't even had time to draw his weapon, would have his heart pierced and his blood splattered on the spot in the next second.

At this moment, the venomous snake had already rushed in front of Fang Cheng.

The sharp tip of the bayonet was less than ten centimeters from Fang Cheng's chest.

The venomous snake seemed to have already smelled the sweet, fishy scent of splattering blood, and its mouth involuntarily stretched to its widest point.

However, Fang Cheng kept his hands in his pockets and didn't even blink.

Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch the fabric of the training uniform.

Fang Cheng subtly shifted his right toes outward by half an inch, causing his thigh muscles to swell instantly, stretching his loose trousers into a tight fit.

With a sudden burst of strength from the waist, the spine trembled like a giant dragon.

He finally pulled his right hand out of his pocket.

Without charging up or dodging, the movements were as fast as lightning.

Fang Cheng met the incoming blade head-on with a simple straight punch.

boom!
The fist rubbed against the air at high speed, creating a muffled sonic boom in the forest.

The steel-forged triangular bayonet was bent by the violent force the moment it passed the fist, sending sparks flying.

Undeterred, Fang Cheng's iron fist slammed into the viper's chest with overwhelming force.

click-

The chilling sound of bones cracking echoed across the open space.

The snake's chest cavity caved in deeply to a visible degree, and the clothes on its back burst open instantly.

He was thrown backward as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck.

His tall, 1.8-meter-tall body left a trail of afterimages in mid-air before crashing heavily into a large locust tree more than ten meters away.

Splinters flew everywhere, and the tree trunk, which took two people to hug, let out a painful groan as it was snapped in half by the terrifying impact and collapsed with a crash.

The venomous snake slid to the ground like a lump of mud, bleeding from its seven orifices, with a huge bloody hole torn open in its chest.

He didn't even have time to convulse before he became a complete corpse.

The loud commotion abruptly interrupted the noisy battle. A deathly silence fell over the scene.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves was clearly audible.

Everyone froze, rooted to the spot like wooden stakes.

They had just joined the fray and hadn't even had a chance to make a move when their weapons froze in mid-air, looking utterly comical.

Pairs of eyes stared at the broken tree and the mangled corpse beneath it, as if they had seen a ghost.

Hou Peng swallowed hard, his heart filled with shock.

Although he had already sensed the terrifying aura lurking within Fang Cheng.

Even after witnessing such visually striking combat twice in a row, I still couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling.

You can't blame him for that.

Even though Ma Donghe was already used to it, he was still excited and his blood was boiling.

The three police academy students stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

He punched a top-tier, rigorously trained assassin to death? And also knocked down a large tree in the process?
Is this even a power that humans can possess?

In the center of the battlefield, Fang Cheng remained calm.

He didn't even glance at the smashed snake, and instead stomped his left foot hard on the muddy ground covered with fallen leaves.

Snapped!
Mud splashed.

Fang Cheng left an afterimage in place and appeared beside the thug codenamed "Evil Wolf" as if by teleportation.

The wolf was raising its knife, ready to kill Ma Donghe who was surrounded, when it suddenly felt a bloody gust of wind blow past its side.

Before he could even turn his head, a large hand, like an iron clamp, had already gripped his neck tightly.

Fang Cheng exerted force with his five fingers, causing his arm muscles to bulge.

The wolf was lifted off the ground by a single arm and carried into the air.

He stared wide-eyed in terror, desperately trying to pry Fang Cheng's fingers off with both hands, while his legs kicked wildly in the air.

Fang Cheng looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

My wrist twitched slightly.

Click!

A crisp sound of a cervical vertebra breaking rang out.

The wolf's struggling movements froze instantly, its head drooping limply to one side, and the life in its eyes quickly faded.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the body aside, like throwing away trash, and slammed it into the bushes next to him.

In less than ten seconds.

Two top assassins, one with his chest blown open, the other with his neck broken.

The death was extremely gruesome, yet swift and decisive.

"Gudong."

Someone swallowed hard, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were the first to react.

While the opponent in front of him was still in a daze.

Ma Donghe roared and kicked "Black Bull" in the stomach.

Hou Peng gripped the dagger and slashed a bloody gash across his opponent's arm.

Even the three police academy students were greatly encouraged, and despite their injuries, they took the initiative to fight back.

The situation, which initially seemed one-sided, was instantly reversed.

"Refund! Return everything!"

The tall, thin man's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice became exceptionally shrill in extreme terror.

He knew all too well the strength of the venomous snakes and the wolves.

They could be crushed like chicks with a flick of the wrist...

The seemingly gentle young man before him was definitely a monster in human skin, and even many times stronger than himself.

The remaining six assassins, as if granted a pardon, scrambled back and regrouped around the tall, thin man.

Everyone's hands, gripping their knives, trembled slightly, their eyes fixed on Fang Cheng in terror, fearing that the fearsome figure might teleport right in front of them at any moment.

"Boss... what should we do now?"

"A subordinate asked, his voice trembling."

The tall, thin man cursed inwardly.

How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?!

The blood sacrifice plan, which was originally a sure thing, was suddenly disrupted by this freak.

Not to mention that the plan might fall through, whether we can even get out of this forest alive today is uncertain.

Fang Cheng gently shook the bloodstains off the back of his hand, stepped on the fallen leaves, and slowly took a step forward.

Faced with this seemingly casual step, the six assassins opposite him, like a flock of startled sheep, all took a large step back in unison.

The tall, thin man was frantically trying to figure out a way to escape when he suddenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around him.

He turned around abruptly.

He found himself alone behind him; his six henchmen had already shrunk behind him.

And so, he was left all alone at the front, facing that god of death.

"Damn it, a bunch of useless cowards! Cowards!"

The tall, thin man was so angry that he started cursing, his facial muscles twitching violently.

He quickly took two large steps back, trying to squeeze into the group of his men.

He wished he were just an ordinary subordinate, instead of the leader of the team.

Seeing this comical scene, Ma Dong-hyuk grinned widely and laughed without any attempt to hide his mockery.

These guys were so arrogant just now, but now they're as cowardly as quails.

Fang Cheng did not continue to attack. He stopped five meters away from the tall, thin man and put his hands back in his pockets.

"Let's talk?"

His tone remained amiable, as if he hadn't just killed someone with his bare hands.

The tall, thin man steadied his wildly beating heart and forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace:
"Brother, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

"We've only just met, there's no need to make it a life-or-death struggle. As long as you let us go, name your terms, we're open to discussing anything."

Fang Cheng lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze falling on the tall, thin man's face:
"What I want to talk about is not the conditions for letting you go, but the matter of the ancient civilization ruins."

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man's expression changed instantly.

His eyes began to dart away, and he clenched his teeth and fell silent.

Fang Cheng didn't urge him, but simply lifted his right foot and stomped heavily on a protruding rock next to him.

Click!

A rock the size of half a basketball was instantly shattered into countless tiny stones under the crushing force of military boots, sinking deep into the soil.

The violent force even traveled along the ground, making the tall, thin man's feet go numb.

"I'll talk!"

The tall, thin man was instantly drenched in cold sweat; his mental defenses completely crumbled. (End of Chapter)