204: Chapter 204 Tiger-Shattering Fist

Chapter 204 Shattering Tiger Fist

"Through blood sampling and precise detection of rc cells levels, this method of identification is clear and straightforward, suitable for when there are suspected targets or when screening specific areas."

"Even for those predators who have just undergone Awakening and temporarily haven't shown mutation phenomena, the Special Investigation Team can rely on this key method to perceive potential dangerous elements in advance, and then methodically deploy surveillance."

After listening to the three screening methods described by Smiling Demon, Fang Cheng had a rough idea in his mind and instead asked curiously:

"From your childhood to now, have you really never been discovered to have anomalies?"

"Heh."

Smiling Demon wore his signature smile on his face and did not answer this question, just chatting casually:

"Isn't it simple to evade their eyes and ears? Try to avoid injuring and bleeding yourself, and stay away from activities that require blood tests."

"If you must participate due to special circumstances, then prepare ordinary people's blood samples in advance, which can be replaced at any time."

He slightly raised his chin, paused midway, and a look of great interest burst forth in his eyes as he stared at Fang Cheng:

"I am quite curious now, after being targeted by the Special Investigation Team, how do you plan to evade their search? You must know that those hounds will not easily let go of any clues."

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, and he replied unhurriedly:

"There's no need to trouble yourself with that. The building I live in has already been unsealed, and their clues broke off completely right there."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Smiling Demon seemed to have a trace of disappointment flash across his face.

He shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "It seems I won't need to show off my skills and help you this once..."

His words faintly revealed unwillingness, as if he had missed a good show.

"Although I didn't trouble you this time, I will keep your care in mind and still have to thank you."

Fang Cheng politely bowed slightly, then looked at the other party and changed the subject:

"Right, there is something you might not know yet. A few days ago, Jiang Chen had a direct conflict with the military, and the firefight was quite intense. In the end, he was hit by a missile and blown to pieces."

"You mean that hospital riot event broadcasted on the news recently?"

The smile originally hanging on the corner of Smiling Demon's mouth instantly froze, a trace of astonishment flashed through his eyes, and he was clearly stunned for a moment.

However, he quickly came back to his senses and snorted coldly:

"I had my suspicions long ago that what happened at the hospital was planned by that old ghost."

As he spoke, his thoughts shifted, a few more parts of contemplation appeared in his eyes, and then he muttered to himself again:

"No... That old ghost would never finish so easily. As long as his soul hasn't dissipated, it's very hard for him to truly die..."

"Perhaps he has already left himself a backup plan, preparing trump cards of returning from the dead. Even if his newly acquired body is destroyed, he can rely on evil arts like consciousness transfer to return with another shell."

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement with his suspicion:

"I think so too, so I came early to give you a heads-up so you can be prepared."

Smiling Demon narrowed his eyes, the chill at the bottom of his eyes grew thicker, and he continued to whisper and think:

"Since the old ghost hasn't found his way to me yet, he must be very weak at this time, and perhaps he is possessed within some ordinary person, who knows."

"It's a pity there's no way to find his trace in the first instance..."

Pondering, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Fang Cheng, and revealed a sincere expression:

"Thank you for telling me this important news..."

Fang Cheng's gaze remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and then he replied in a slightly comforting tone:

"Even if we can't find his whereabouts temporarily, it doesn't matter. I think with Jiang Chen's temperament, he should take the initiative to appear and look for you. When that time really comes, I will definitely step forward to help you, and the two of us will join forces to thoroughly smash him to ashes."

Hearing this, Smiling Demon nodded lightly and expressed his thanks once again.

Fang Cheng smiled nonchalantly:

"Then let's say goodbye for now, notify me if there's any news."

With that, Xiaosa waved his hand casually. At the moment his arm was raised, his figure was like countless blinking sparks, instantly scattering and disappearing piece by piece in the dark room.

Smiling Demon gazed at the departing shadow, his brows tightly locked, still secretly pondering what had just been said.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his brows, realizing the implication.

Clearly it was Fang Cheng who took the initiative to find him and seek help.

How inexplicably did it turn into him needing the other party's help?

...

Jiuchang Street, Tubular Building.

Inside the bedroom, Fang Cheng opened his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, but continued thinking about things in the dark.

Outside the window, a burst of noisy sounds still came, which was the fireworks sonata unique to secular life.

The two worlds seemed to be isolated by a window.

Perhaps having witnessed too many terrifying scenes beyond ordinary people's cognition, Fang Cheng's Heart-Nature unknowingly underwent a quiet transformation, breeding subtle changes.

It was as if he had completely adapted to the state of being in the dark, and even began to enjoy the feeling of lurking within the darkness.

After all, here he could shed all disguises and possess the peace that belonged exclusively to one person.

"I'm becoming more and more like a monster..."

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a soft chuckle, breaking the silence inside the room.

The blurriness in his gaze was instantly replaced by a clear gleam, and amidst the flickering light, it was full of confidence and firmness.

Regardless of whether one is in darkness or light, what controls fate is always one's own will and fists, rather than others' pity and mercy.

"Then, next I will continue practicing skills to improve my own strength..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, and immediately stood up.

During the New Year period, there were many trivial matters at home, and afterwards it would probably be very hard to spare time to exercise without being disturbed.

Therefore, at this moment, he must race against time, taking advantage of this rare leisure time to fiercely temper his flesh.

Inside the room, the curtains were tightly closed and airtight, and the ink-thick darkness pressed down heavily as if it had substance.

On the street, the clamor rushed over wave after wave mercilessly like a surging tide.

The vendors of late-night snack stalls raised their voices to enthusiastically solicit customers, pots and pans collided merrily, and the food rolled passionately amidst the fireworks.

The laughter and frolicking of young people, as well as the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding, intertwined into a movement full of the flavor of life.

The Spring Festival was approaching, students were on vacation, and the working class also stopped their busy footsteps of a year, everyone enjoying the rare leisure time.

The hustle and bustle downstairs formed a sharp contrast with the loneliness and desolation indoors, truly being two completely different worlds.

Click.

A cassette tape was embedded into the Walkman, and then the lid was closed, making a switch-closing sound.

Shasha sha——

With the faint sound of the cassette tape rotating at a constant speed, Fang Cheng released the button.

The soft melody instantly flowed out like nimble stream water, meandering and shuttling through the darkness.

Then, the familiar lyrics also floated gently into Fang Cheng's ears:

"Hello, darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again..."

This song "The Sound of Silence" carried too many memories of Fang Cheng's student days.

In the days of studying in the past, he always immersed himself in this melodious tune over and over again, burying his head among books and studying hard for review.

At that time, he was naive and ignorant, full of expectations, and every time he listened, it felt as if he stepped into a quiet and peaceful realm of the soul.

At this moment, inside this narrow, cramped, and pitch-black bedroom.

Fang Cheng slowly opened his arms, enjoying this unique atmosphere.

As if wanting to embrace this endless night, letting the darkness swallow his lonely figure bit by bit.

At the same time, a terrifying and ferocious monster figure appeared before his eyes.

That monster's figure was scrawny, with protruding bone spurs piercing out of its body one by one, grim and sharp, as if it could easily tear apart everything that blocked it.

Its eye sockets were deeply sunken, and dark green ghost fires jumped and flickered within them, just like a demon from the nine nether purgatories, exuding endless gloom and chill.

Just staring at it like this could make one truly feel a huge, overwhelming pressure surging over, pressing straight to the bottom of the heart.

Fang Cheng looked straight at it calmly and fearlessly, his hands suddenly clenched into fists and placed on both sides of his chest.

Then with an initial guarding stance, he stepped forward with a tiger stride.

With a "pa" sound, the step was crisp and powerful.

His whole body instantly entered a combat state, resembling a fierce tiger about to strike, radiating the Killing Intent of grinding teeth and rubbing claws, practically treating this terrifying monster as his own prey.

The next second, Fang Cheng's left leg suddenly bent its knee upward, the sole of his foot tightened, exerting force forward fiercely, and a front snap kick whistled out.

Under the impact of this swift and violent force, the air actually let out a "pa" explosion sound, kicking away the bone spur that whipped over like a long whip in front of him.

After his body stood firmly on the ground, his right foot quickly followed, driving his left leg to sweep horizontally like an iron rod, the tip of his foot grazing the ground, the fierce wind continuous.

This Move of stepping forward with a low sweep was extremely crisp; if it swept the target, one side's leg bone would definitely break.

Either the opponent or himself!

Afterwards, Fang Cheng quickly lowered his body, his right elbow bent and thrust upward, striking the enemy directly like a sharp long spear.

Trying to use a crouching elbow lift Move to pierce the target's throat, or directly smash the monster's grinning chin.

Without a single mistake, every Move and style!

Fang Cheng's eyes were wide open, like a fierce beast choosing someone to devour in the dark night, and his gaze radiated a fierce look.

Without pausing for half a second, his legs suddenly seemed to be installed with strong springs, abruptly leaping high, his left leg bending the knee upward, and an even fiercer jumping flying knee fiercely blasted out.

The knee was like a cannonball leaving its chamber, carrying the force of a thousand jun, crashing straight forward.

That indomitable and burn-the-boats Aura seemed to smash all obstacles brave enough to block along the way into pieces, and the air even seemed to be torn open by this fierce strike.

With a loud "peng" sound, the monster was violently crashed and sent flying like a kite with a broken string, landing on the wall and leaving spider-web-like cracks.

Fang Cheng landed steadily. The moment his soles contacted the ground, they were as light as a feather, not moving a fraction.

His upper body was straight, and his shoulders sank, displaying an excellent physical posture; this was the manifestation of power surging and gathering within his body.

The strict pursuit of the Special Investigation Team, the mysterious threat of Jiang Chen, and the secret spying of the Red Tiger Gang and the Noah Organization pressed heavily on his heart like stones.

But Fang Cheng's will had never wavered in the slightest.

He knew deeply that only by making himself strong enough could he carve out a path of survival in this predicament full of thorns.

And how to make one's own strength improve the fastest was nothing more than promoting skill Rank.

The set of Muay Thai techniques Fang Cheng was practicing now was not fighting skills used in the ring, but purer life-risking killer Moves.

When working as a sparring partner in a club, he once met a Muay Thai fighter who came from Nanyang to Xia Country to fight matches.

During mutual sparring and practice, Fang Cheng's surpassing physical fitness and ability to withstand beatings made opponents who boasted of having bodies as hard as iron admire and sigh in submission.

Afterwards, that Muay Thai fighter demonstrated this set of boxing techniques named "Shattering Tiger Fist".

Believing that with Fang Cheng's talent of miraculous bones, he would inevitably be able to unleash the maximum power of this boxing technique.

Shattering Tiger Fist, also known as "Bone Technique Fist", as the name implies, was good at elbow strikes, knee strikes, and joint techniques, clashing bone-to-bone hard against opponents, paying special attention to the Cultivate of hard qigong.

This set of fighting techniques was polished and forged through the thousands of refinements of Nanyang's black market boxing matches, deeply absorbing the fierce and powerful Profound Truth of ancient Muay Thai, displaying its viciousness and sharpness to the fullest.

In actual combat, every Move was wrapped in the ruthlessness of burning boats, mercilessly like a starving tiger pouncing on food, everywhere showcasing the determination to fight to the death.

When a fighter executed it, they truly achieved making fists, legs, elbows, and knees as hard as iron, causing opponents to feel timid before fighting and collapse at the very first battle.

Of course, this kind of boxing technique was too vicious and barbaric to be presentable on the stage.

The reason why that Muay Thai fighter taught it to Fang Cheng was perhaps just a momentary whim.

But Fang Cheng firmly kept it in mind and practiced it diligently.

Because the enemies he had to face were not ordinary people at all, and could even be said to be a bunch of demons and ghosts.

"When the flashing neon stings the eyes, the light cuts through the night sky..."

"Silence spreads like cancer cells, listen carefully, I can teach you, hold the hand I reach out..."

On the desk, the cassette tape of the Walkman rotated quietly, the song slowly flowing in the silent room.

Accompanied by the melodious and rhythmic beat of the music, Fang Cheng was completely immersed in Shadow Boxing practice.

A few wisps of neon light squeezed in through the gaps of the tightly closed curtains.

Bringing the psychedelic colors unique to the city night, red as scorching as fire, blue as secluded and cold as ice.

Barely outlining the contour of the room, and also outlining a figure striking a pose and practicing boxing diligently.

Fang Cheng stared closely ahead, his gaze was full of Focus and blazing heat, as if there were truly one powerful opponent after another in front of him that he needed to defeat.

Every punch and kick, every elbow and knee, was fierce and sharp; wherever the fierce wind reached, it seemed capable of tearing the air apart.

Front snap kick, stepping forward with low sweep, crouching elbow lift, high sweeping sniper, jumping flying knee, rear hook punch, flying elbow smash, pulling-arm elbow smash...

He was immersed in the battlefield of killing enemies with Muay Thai, practicing tirelessly.

One hour passed, two hours slipped away, three hours quietly elapsed.

Unawares, it had already reached the early morning hours.

But Fang Cheng had no intention of stopping in the slightest.

The street outside the window had long become dead silent, and the darkness had already swallowed the entire city.

The temperature gradually decreased, the chill quietly permeated, and tranquility shrouded the surroundings.

The hot blood inside Fang Cheng's body was surging gurglingly, like a burning raging fire, dispelling the coldness around his body, driving his fists and legs to swing powerfully time and time again.

Then, I don't know how long had passed.

The night color gradually faded again, and the dawn began to faintly appear on the horizon.

The edge of the sky turned a pale fish-belly white, as if tearing open a gap for this dark world.

Fang Cheng was still throwing punches and kicking legs, smashing elbows and striking knees, his Moves becoming increasingly proficient and precise.

His strong and powerful arms cut through the air, stirring up a roaring wind.

Every action carried an indomitable and resolute Aura, as if wanting to shatter all obstacles within this square inch of space.

The first ray of sunshine in the early morning was like a golden thread, quietly falling through the gap of the curtains onto his face covered in sweat.

Those crystal-clear sweat droplets refracted the morning light, shining brilliantly.

"Hoo..."

Fang Cheng let out a long breath, stopped his movements, and cast his gaze toward the alarm clock.

The hands on the dial impressively showed that it was already half past six in the morning.

This practice of his actually exceeded 10 full hours.

Such long-term high-intensity exercise, if it were an ordinary person, would probably have long collapsed to the ground.

Fang Cheng similarly felt a strong sense of exhaustion striking him.

But that pair of eyes of his was like scorching charcoal fire, unable to see a shred of fatigue after staying up late.

Only full fighting spirit was still burning fiercely, dispelling the slight chill of the winter early morning.

In his field of vision, a light blue light screen emerged.

[Muay Thai Lv1 (239/250)]

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth lifted slightly.

"It's finally almost leveling up!"

His gaze instantly became increasingly firm, muttering to himself:

"Then let's push a bit harder and continue practicing!"

The words were resolute and ringing, echoing within the silent and bright room, blowing the horn for a new round of battle.