111: Chapter 111 The Monster's One-on-One Battle

Chapter 111: The Monster's One-on-One

The air was thick with a heavy stench of blood.

The occasional screams sounded like ghosts reveling in joy.

The Red Tiger Gang's gunmen were all feeling deeply insecure and highly tense, as if they were placed in a dark ice cellar.

Once they saw a shadow flash by, they would unhesitatingly unleash a barrage of bullets.

They couldn't even care less even if they accidentally injured their teammates.

A gunman had a tight face, staring fixedly at the rustling noises coming from a certain direction.

Suddenly realizing something, he slowly turned his head.

He only saw a pitch-black ghost face with red light glowing from its eyes, tilting its head to look at him.

Terrified, he opened his mouth, and in an instant, a dagger punctured his throat, instantly rendering him completely speechless.

Before the blood could spurt out, the blade was swiftly withdrawn.

The evil spirit seemed to slip back into the darkness, silently rushing toward another person not far away.

Amidst this silent process of slaughter, someone finally couldn't bear the pressure.

A burst of breakdown crying and cursing came from the earpiece, as if someone had abandoned their gun and turned deserter.

Once there was the first, there would be the second.

More and more people chose to flee this dark and bloody slaughterhouse, running into the dark night toward the seemingly brighter outside of the warehouse.

No matter how professional the gunmen cultivated by the Red Tiger Gang with heavy investments were, they were ultimately not regular soldiers.

Moreover, even if an army reached this casualty rate, it would inevitably collapse or choose to retreat.

Seeing an immensely terrifying murderous maniac lurking in the darkness, it was impossible for normal people to continue making a stubborn resistance.

Squish!

Fang Cheng held the knife in his right hand to stab, and his left hand released the body of the target whose heart had been pierced, letting him collapse limply to the ground.

Then he used Eagle Eye Vision to expand his field of view, observing the distribution positions and dynamic images of the remaining Red Tiger Gang members.

He discovered that those figures were unexpectedly no longer grouping together, but instead showing a trend of spreading to the surroundings.

Obviously, they were preparing to flee.

Fang Cheng was unable to be in two places at once for a moment, and could only speed up, pouncing toward the few gunmen closest to him.

He was not obsessed with the feeling of the blade piercing flesh, nor was he using this silent method of slaughter to create psychological pressure for the enemy.

The main reason was that the equipped magazines were running out, and at this time using a knife to deal with the enemy was clearly more economical and practical.

Because of this, as this silent slaughter unfolded, Fang Cheng's Blade Technique was continuously honed, and his skill experience was also growing rapidly.

In the darkness, several pieces of information surfaced before his eyes.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your craft has ascended to a higher level, reaching the Great Master tier]

[Blade Technique Lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill special effect "Blade Storm"]

Fang Cheng glanced at the panel information without checking it carefully.

Then he reined in his gaze, looked at a spiral staircase built with iron plates, lifted his foot, and stepped onto it.

This was a passage leading to the 3rd floor.

The Red Tiger Gang's "important cargo" was unlikely to be kept on the crowded 1st floor.

As for the 2nd floor area...

During the melee just now, Fang Cheng had already thoroughly checked it once and found no suspicious signs.

Therefore——

Wen Xin and those girls must be locked up on the 3rd floor.

While pondering, Fang Cheng's footsteps had already stepped onto the platform at the top of the stairs.

Suddenly, however, he heard a slightly unusual crisp sound.

Clang.

This sound caused the warning signs in Fang Cheng's heart to spike, and he instantly jumped up without hesitation.

Almost simultaneously, with a "rumble".

Accompanied by the intense flames of the explosion, a huge shockwave swept across all directions.

The entire iron staircase was almost shaken to pieces.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, almost completely blocking the line of sight.

Three figures equipped with night vision goggles and holding submachine guns walked out from the darkness and smoke.

The iron plates supporting their feet were stepped on to make a "creaking" sound.

Faint buzzing static and someone's commanding words could be vaguely heard in the earpiece.

They seemed to be searching for the target's corpse. When they poked their heads to look downstairs...

They instead saw a pitch-black ghost face vaguely flashing with red light.

Immediately after, the trigger was pulled.

Swish, swish, swish.

Fang Cheng grabbed the gaps in the railing with one hand, hanging unexpectedly beneath the stairs.

After taking care of the enemies with three shots, he twisted and swung his waist, flipping back up again.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, he quickly squatted down to search them.

He only found two magazines of a suitable caliber from one of them, and immediately stuck them into his magazine pouch.

Then he picked up two submachine guns, raised his head to look at the corridor ahead that was illuminated by lights but appeared exceptionally deep.

Vaguely, he could hear continuous breathing sounds entering his ears.

Clearly, there were still quite a few people ambushing behind the doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Tatatatata——

Two submachine guns fired left and right.

The rapidly flying bullets instantly riddled the wooden doors into honeycomb shapes, and also smashed the light bulbs and cameras hanging in the corridor.

While stepping forward, Fang Cheng raised his guns and strafed into the rooms.

Exclamations and screams rang out continuously, and blood flowed out from under the door gaps.

After completely emptying the magazines and experiencing a bout of fierce firepower,

Fang Cheng shook his head and casually discarded the submachine guns.

Playing with this kind of gadget for the first time, he always felt it wasn't very handy, and quite a few shots were fired way off target.

Just at this moment, several survivors raised their guns and rushed out shouting.

These fellows seemed to be the last remaining stubborn resistors of the Red Tiger Gang.

Fang Cheng's figure flashed, instantly pouncing in front of one of them, rushing up to grab his wrist.

Bang, bang, bang!

All the bullets missed, hitting several other accomplices.

Immediately followed by a knee strike to the stomach, a headlock and crash into the wall, and a low kick to explode the liver.

Fang Cheng decided to use the most respectful way to the enemy——the art of combat, to deal with these fearless mob soldiers.

Then, personally meet the final boss.

...

In front of the office surveillance monitor.

Wu Shihao stared at the pitch-black screen, continuously cursing those fleeing people in his mouth.

Attempting to continue directing the battle, but to no avail at all; it seemed the defeat could no longer be reversed.

"Old Wu, you don't need to be too anxious."

The young man standing beside him spoke: "This assassin's Marksmanship is indeed very strong, and his skills are also very agile, but with A-tai and me joining forces, he can only stop here tonight."

Wu Shihao glanced at him, his brow slightly furrowed.

What time was it, and this fellow still had the leisure to wipe that battered katana in his hand with a cloth.

Hearing this, the muscular brawny man then grinned and said:

"Just a slightly more agile mouse; if it's bare-handed one-on-one, I can blow up his head with one punch!"

After finishing wiping the blade body, the young samurai gave the blade a horizontal shake, instantly emitting a clear and pleasant ringing vibration sound.

Then, he added:

"The bullets a gun can carry are ultimately limited, but my Blade Technique is unlimited."

The two of them leisurely critiqued this assassin's abilities, appearing very calm and composed.

Although the surveillance footage was very blurry, unable to clearly see the opponent's specific figure and movements.

But judging by their experience, it was nothing more than relying on the crushing advantage of high-tech equipment to first control the battlefield situation, and then carry out lurking assassinations.

The two fancied themselves to be combat experts as well; under suitable conditions and environments, fighting dozens of people was likewise a piece of cake.

Wu Shihao, having received the guarantee, was still somewhat worried.

The trusted subordinate Longfa guarding beside him and the other two bodyguards similarly had nervous expressions, holding guns in their hands and aiming at the door.

The faint gunshots and screams coming from outside the door were gradually growing faint, until there was completely no sound left.

Yet Wu Shihao still felt footsteps coming, as if they were stepping on his heart.

Thump, thump, ringing endlessly.

Clang!

Suddenly, the solid wood door of the office was kicked open.

A figure slammed in fiercely, charging straight inside.

The two bodyguards instantly shook their hands and pulled the triggers.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Instantly, they poured all the bullets in the chambers onto the intruder's body.

After a few seconds, the bullets were emptied and the smoke cleared.

Everyone looked closely, only to discover that the corpse lying on the ground turned out to be one of the gunmen previously arranged outside.

Wu Shihao couldn't help cursing out loud:

"Damn it, you two idiots, look properly before shooting!"

Fire was blazing in his heart, but in an instant, like a duck whose throat was grabbed, he lost his voice.

Because, at this moment.

A figure wearing a pitch-black combat uniform and a ghost-face mask was walking from the darkness into the brightly lit room.

Wu Shihao and his three subordinates couldn't help catching their breath.

The young samurai and the muscular brawny man also showed solemn expressions, becoming serious.

Everyone cast their gazes toward this "matchless assassin" who single-handedly defeated nearly two hundred members of the Red Tiger Gang.

Fang Cheng walked into this office, quickly glancing at the environment inside and everyone's faces.

Then, he gazed intently at the target person he had already seen in the photos——Wu Shihao.

Feeling the fierce intent conveyed by those eyes behind the mask, Wu Shihao's heart trembled, and he hurriedly spoke:

"You must not mess around! These two standing beside me are the gang's top experts, and when it comes to the skill of killing, they are not inferior to you at all!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's pupils instantly constricted.

His gaze instead fell upon the young man holding the katana and the muscular brawny man who looked like a bodybuilding athlete.

"Could they be the legendary impervious Red Tiger Gang experts?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and his body tightened involuntarily, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

Seeing that Fang Cheng seemed to be deterred, Wu Shihao felt a slight joy in his heart, and thus feigned calmness to persuade him:

"There are actually some misunderstandings between us. Now everyone can sit down and talk slowly. I believe there is nothing that cannot be resolved through negotiation..."

At this time, the muscular brawny man suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Wu Shihao's words:

"Talks about your negotiation and peace can wait till later!"

Subsequently, he stared fixedly at Fang Cheng and issued a challenge:

"Your physical fitness looks good, do you have the guts to compare the skills of our fists with me?"

Hearing the muscular brawny man opposite him actually propose an invitation to a one-on-one, Fang Cheng couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the other "impervious" Red Tiger Gang expert.

After pondering slightly, he nodded in agreement.

The two stood facing each other in a standoff.

The muscular brawny man twisted his thick neck, clenched both fists, and his knuckle joints popped loudly.

Standing around 1.9 meters tall, he resembled a wall towering before them, and his broad trapezius muscles could connect his neck and shoulders.

Fang Cheng also put away the guns and butterfly knife, raised both arms, and assumed a classic Boxing guard stance.

"Quite the look of it."

The muscular brawny man grinned, and then his gaze abruptly became incomparably ferocious.

"Next, I'll let you witness what is called power that transcends the limits of ordinary people!"

As he spoke, his muscles bulged all over, his soles kicked off the ground, and he initiated the attack first.

With a sprinting step and a rear straight punch, carrying a whistling sound of breaking the air, he fiercely and incomparably struck the neck position exposed beneath Fang Cheng's mask.

Wu Shihao was also holding his breath watching the battle at this moment.

He only felt that the sandbag-sized fist was like a swinging iron hammer, capable of cracking the opponent's mask and smashing the skull with a single punch.

He knew that these two "overseers", although looking like they still had the form of normal people, were essentially the same as the "experimental subjects" lying in the containers.

Because they usually also injected that mysterious blue serum to enhance their physical fitness.

It was just that the dosage was controlled to be very small, and no abnormal rejection phenomenon had appeared yet.

Even so, their physical strength was by no means comparable to that of ordinary people!

Fang Cheng's gaze was solemn, but there was no trace of cowardice.

Instead, a strong sense of excitement and anticipation arose.

His steps moved back and forth, his waist sank slightly, firmly anchoring his stance.

Since he knew the opponent was the Red Tiger Gang's top expert, he naturally had to go all out and fight him.

In an instant, his right foot pushed against the ground, his waist and hips twisted and turned, and his right arm retracted.

As if twisting his whole body's strength into a single rope.

Then, like a machine trigger twisted to its limit suddenly releasing, he swung his right arm.

He actually met the opponent's hammer-like falling fist with an equally simple and violent rear straight punch.

Bang!

The two fists forged of flesh and blood, one high and one low, violently collided together.

At the same time, only a "crack" was heard, which was the sound of bones fracturing crisply.

Immediately following, an extremely shrill scream rang out.

The joy in Wu Shihao's eyes had yet to surface when he suddenly realized something was amiss.

He stared dumbfounded at the scene before him.

Seeing the muscular brawny man's fist smashed to pieces as if by an iron hammer.

Then, the entire arm twisted like a twisted dough twist, snapping consecutively with crisp sounds.

Bone splinters protruded everywhere, dripping with mangled flesh and blood; the scene was simply terrifying to the extreme.

That assassin, who looked much leaner in build, had actually crippled A-tai's arm completely with a single punch.

The young samurai watching from the side changed expression drastically upon seeing this.

Then, without hesitation, he swung the katana in his hand, launching a sneak attack from behind Fang Cheng.

Shriek!

A streak of silver lightning flashed, obliquely slashing across the body wearing the black combat uniform.

Unexpectedly cutting it into two halves.

Then, the two halves of the body dissipated like smoke.

Unfortunately, that was merely an afterimage.

The young samurai reacted not slowly, swiftly raising his hand to perform a horizontal blade-blocking action almost instinctively.

Clang————

Accompanied by a dazzling spark being struck out, the butterfly knife and the katana clashed together.

The young samurai breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In the blink of an eye, however, he saw the black figure disappear once more, with only a trace of faint light stinging his pupils.

Then, this stinging sensation spread to his neck.

The young samurai opened his mouth slightly, walking backward a few steps.

Then his head tilted to one side, drooping toward his back.

Half of his neck was shockingly sliced open by the blade.

Blood instantly gushed out continuously like a fountain, spilling all over the ground.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and shook the blade to fling away the blood beads.

Looking at the two top experts who had been so easily resolved by himself, he couldn't help feeling somewhat stunned.

The muscular brawny man's screams entered his ears, bringing Fang Cheng back to his senses.

Turning his head to look, he flew out with a kick.

Kicking apart this surviving expert's head to thereby relieve him of his misery.

The office subsequently fell into utter silence.

Wu Shihao, Longfa, and those two bodyguards all stared blankly at this terrifying scene before them.

Their legs couldn't help trembling, and cold sweat streamed down profusely.

Looking at the black figure walking toward them, it was like seeing a humanoid monster.

"You... don't come over!"