163: Chapter 163 Will the Killing Get the Heat?

Chapter 163: Might He Get Carried Away With the Slaughter?

On the towering, upright headland.

Because the sacrificial ritual was interrupted, the members of the Zhenxiang Society all stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out at the scene on the sea.

It was currently the time when the tide was at its most turbulent.

The waves grew larger and larger, layer upon layer crashing against the cliffs and reefs, splashing up snowy white foam.

In the distance, the lights of those few fishing boats bobbing amidst the monstrous waves flickered, appearing and disappearing at times.

Only in the direction of one particular fishing boat did sheets of gunfire bloom, with the faint sounds of dense gunfire drifting over.

Clearly, something extraordinary had happened.

Instructor Chen Jiandong stared for a long while, his expression changing drastically, and he immediately turned and ran toward the training camp base.

The others looked at each other in dismay, all growing panicked and uneasy.

Some simply knelt on the ground, murmuring softly as they began to pray anew.

The sea area where the fishing boats were located.

The waves beat like drumbeats, and the gunfire sounded like wind and string instruments, as if a passionate symphony was being performed.

Two gazes met in the wind and rain, faintly sparking with friction.

Fang Cheng raised his foot and took a step forward toward the position where Li Chengjun was standing.

Though his speed seemed slow, the muscles all over his body bulged outward.

Every time his foot fell, the deck would emit a slight tremor, as if beating a battle drum.

Li Chengjun's gaze was as blazing as fire, and the sweat beads covering his forehead fell one after another.

At this moment, there was no need for cooperative combat, nor were there any scruples.

He gathered all his focus and channeled psychokinesis with all his might.

The force field exerted on Fang Cheng shockingly exceeded 25 times standard pressure in intensity, closing in on a terrifying 30 times pressure.

Under such high-intensity oppression, Fang Cheng was still able to shift his body.

Every time a wisp of white sweaty vapor steamed from his body, he was able to suddenly lunge a large step forward.

You must know that 30 times standard pressure was equivalent to bearing an extra 30 kilograms of pressure per square centimeter, the pressure experienced when diving 300 meters deep into the sea.

If it were an ordinary person, at this degree their body would have long since burst, and even their internal organs would have been squeezed out.

Furthermore, because the force field exerted by psychokinesis could be manipulated, it was fundamentally different from deep-sea pressure, forming a much more powerful closed shackles effect.

Seeing that the physical fitness demonstrated by his opponent was outrageously strong, already exceeding the limits of what he could unleash.

Li Chengjun couldn't help taking a deep breath, immediately changing his combat strategy and tossing both hands upward.

The squeezing force enveloping the target instantly vanished, turning into a forward thrust.

Following closely behind, things in front of him floated up slowly one after another.

Ropes, bullet casings, iron nails, harpoons, ship anchors—item after item drifted into the air.

Then, like bullets, with swishing sounds, they continuously shot toward his opponent in an attempt to inflict damage.

However, Fang Cheng still behaved unhurriedly and composed.

Either waving his hand to parry or letting the objects smash into his body, it felt like a breeze brushing past his face, causing no harm whatsoever.

Although he suffered an invisible repulsive force and his forward speed slowed down further, the Aura all over his body was still continuously rising.

Even the bulging muscles of his right arm began to turn red and hot, continuously emitting white smoke like a piece of iron burned red-hot.

Slowly, he got closer and closer to Li Chengjun.

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

Three seconds, four seconds, five seconds!

Looking at the opponent already within arm's reach, Li Chengjun's heart suddenly skipped a beat, generating an extremely intense warning sign of danger.

Just like a lamb placed beneath the wide-open bloody maw of a lion.

He instantly abandoned all targeted power and unhesitatingly erected a psychokinetic wall purely for defense in front of him.

Almost simultaneously, Fang Cheng kicked off with his right foot, rapidly bending down to sprint, twisting his waist and swinging his arm.

The True Qi within his body surged and overflowed, resembling the roaring sound of ocean waves.

His five fingers clenched tightly into a fist, the moment he passed through the air faintly bringing out a string of sparks.

Swish.

A fist bursting with astonishing power fiercely smashed out, accompanied by a surging airflow.

It was simply like a furious sea whipping up monstrous waves, growing even stronger when encountering strength, crushing everything.

"Roar!"

Fang Cheng let out a low roar, pushing his entire body's Qi and strength to the Peak.

Rumble—

The substantial fist and the invisible psychokinetic wall collided violently together, bursting out a deafening roar.

Its power was so great, just like a torpedo exploding in the air, airflow and sound waves instantly swept the surroundings, thunder rolling and the momentum astonishing.

The entire fishing boat was already bobbing up and down in the waves, and at this moment the deck trembled violently, causing even the people far away to lose their balance and sway left and right.

As for Li Chengjun, who was at the center of the explosion, his chest felt stuffy and his eyes split with rage.

The psychokinetic wall, which was sufficient to block a fully loaded truck crashing at high speed, constantly offset the wildly tyrannical fist force.

However, the power of his opponent's punch did not come all at once, crushing over like layers of ocean waves, one wave stronger than the last.

Crack.

Without a single flaw, it pierced straight through!

Then, that wave-like Qi instantly drilled inward, surging wantonly as the psychokinetic wall was about to completely shatter!

Li Chengjun's entire body was instantly blasted flying backward by the transmitted immense force, thrown high up and swept into the violent storm and monstrous waves.

Fang Cheng planted his feet firmly, looking up as he prepared to pinpoint the landing spot and pursue.

Yet he saw Li Chengjun in midair, waving both hands.

It was as if an invisible pulling force dragged his body, forcefully twisting his direction and causing him to land toward the position of another steamship.

Fang Cheng's gaze narrowed, feeling slightly surprised.

This punch of his integrated the Qilin Arm and internal True Qi into one, which could be said to have unleashed his strongest power yet.

The opponent was actually able to block it; ability users truly could not be underestimated.

"Pfft—"

Li Chengjun, who was knocked flying by a punch, collapsed on the steamship's deck and couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.

His complexion was pale and his expression twisted; he was clearly heavily injured.

Looking at Fang Cheng standing on the opposite fishing boat, he immediately shouted in a panic:

"Everyone, focus your firepower and attack him for me!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng decisively lowered his head, swiftly executing a side roll to pounce toward a corpse nearby.

Bang, bang, bang!

A volley of bullets swept across the deck and gunwale, sparks constantly splashing everywhere.

Fang Cheng picked up a dagger from the body of the pursuer captain he had killed, and then his figure instantly seemed to vanish in place.

With a flash of cold light, when he appeared again, he had lunged right in front of the nearest gunman.

That pursuer was still holding a submachine gun with both hands and hadn't reacted at all before his throat was slashed open by the blade, fresh blood spurting out like a spring.

Before this stream of blood could splash onto him, Fang Cheng flashed again in the blink of an eye, bypassing to the back of another target nearby who was entangled in combat with a merman.

What he was currently using was precisely the Blade Technique skill special effect, Shadow of the Blade.

Right now, Li Chengjun looked heavily injured and incapable of further battle, and the rest of the stronger combatants had also been resolved; no one was left who could lock onto his high-speed moving figure.

Fang Cheng instantly unleashed all restrictions, starting a massacre.

Using the dagger in this way, he continuously shuttled back and forth amidst the rain of bullets, moving freely and unhindered.

The blade attached with True Qi was incomparably sharp; suffering even the slightest brush meant the end of being decapitated.

No one could block a single round.

In less than half a minute, he had almost completely slaughtered all eleven pursuers remaining on the fishing boat.

Inside the cabin.

Feng Kehai and several Zhenxiang Society members were secretly hiding in here, listening to the continuous screams coming from outside, and couldn't help discussing in low voices.

"Elder Feng, what should we do now?"

"Yeah, that person is so fierce; are they an enemy or a friend?"

"Will he get carried away with the slaughter and kill us along with them?!"

Feng Kehai frowned tightly, barely calming his mind as he spoke to comfort the other members:

"It's fine, I just communicated with the truth stele. The president should have seen the situation here and will be able to rush over soon..."

Just as everyone was discussing, they heard a loud bang of "Boom."

It was as if something slammed into the deck, suddenly exploding.

In an instant, the firelight was dazzling, and the airflow wrapped around fragments swept across in all directions.

The entire fishing boat violently shuddered once more, as if it was about to fall apart.