213: Chapter 213 Activating the Invincible Body State

Chapter 213: Activating Overlord Body State

Darkness spread like ink, seemingly filling every inch of space impenetrably.

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Yet amidst this suffocating dead silence, a wisp of dangerous aura lingered around, now and then.

Like the tongue of a venomous snake hidden in the grass, it seeped out in wisps, teasing the taut nerves.

Fang Cheng held his breath and stood quietly in place.

Though his body seemed completely motionless, his spirit was driven to the extreme; every nerve fiber was sparking, in a state of high activity.

Facing the fatal threat hidden in the dark, his eyes showed no trace of panic, only fully projecting his five senses outward.

Like an extremely precise radar, he continuously scanned everything around him, capturing the tiniest movements.

Even the trace of a speck of dust rising or falling.

His mind was as calm as water, so profound that not a single ripple could be seen.

Just like that, he silently waited for the opponent to launch another attack and expose a flaw.

Suddenly, a subtle, imperceptible spatial fluctuation quietly arose, like a breeze brushing across the lake surface, stirring up circle after circle of fine ripples.

Almost at the same instant, Fang Cheng's originally calm lake of the heart was as if broken in its peace by a small pebble thrown into it.

The ripples quickly spread, affecting the entire Sea of Consciousness.

"Found you!"

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly brightened, like two clusters of flames igniting in the dark night.

His gaze was like a tangible sharp arrow, piercing straight through layers of dark fog to capture the source of this extremely subtle anomaly.

At this moment, that invisible enemy was clearly quietly approaching him.

Seeming not to alert the enemy, he deliberately slowed down his speed until entering attack range, then launched a fatal blow.

But even so, the figure hiding in the darkness would still bring up wisps of weak airflow fluctuations, unable to be completely erased.

This was like a dangerous signal being transmitted; as long as your spiritual attribute was strong enough, you could successfully capture it!

Cold light flickered in Fang Cheng's eyes, his whole body's muscles taut like a drawn bowstring.

Preparing to wait for the opponent to approach a certain distance before giving a thunderous strike by surprise.

Puff, puff.

His heartbeat slightly accelerated in his chest; this did not stem from fear, but involuntary excitement before hunting.

But at this time, the opponent also seemed to sensitively perceive something.

The constantly fluctuating ripples in the air experienced a brief halt of half a second.

How could Fang Cheng miss this fleeting opportunity? Instantly, his legs kicked off the ground, lunging rapidly toward the source of the ripples like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

At the same time, the dagger tightly held in his hand also slashed a piercing arc through the air.

The speed was so fast, like a black lightning bolt, carrying the determination of certain death, rushing straight toward the target.

Clang!

Metals clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Relying on intuition, in the split second when the blades collided, Fang Cheng quickly sensed the point of force.

Following that, he took advantage of the momentum to flip his wrist, driving the blade around the opponent's invisibly parrying dagger, viciously and accurately stabbing toward the air wall behind.

This Move, channeling force to the tip of the blade, was the "Defense-Breaking Twisting Stab" in dagger combat techniques, aimed at utilizing the flaw revealed by the enemy's delayed reaction to deal a fatal blow.

Squelch!

With a muffled sound, the tip of the dagger indeed pierced a tangible-seeming object.

It felt like... a mass of soft jelly.

In an instant, a figure was forcibly pulled out from the dark fog, vaguely revealing a body wearing a black combat uniform.

However, before Fang Cheng could feel any sense of relief.

That figure that had just appeared, after suffering the blade tip piercing into the chest, instantly split into two.

It was like a dual phantom illusion bred by darkness, or as if the opponent was directly split into two halves by this slash.

Swish!

Just at this moment, the air on the left was suddenly torn open by a sharp blade.

A sharp gust of wind wrapped in the aura of death, like a venomous snake darting its tongue, lunged straight at Fang Cheng's throat.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank sharply, instinctively reacting and dodging to the side in an instant.

That gust of wind roared past his neck, stirring up a chill that made every hair on his body stand on end.

The sound had not yet dissipated when a new danger struck again.

Almost at the same time, the corner of Fang Cheng's eye caught a flash of cold light arriving.

With a "swish" sound, the sound of a blade piercing through the air rang out behind his back again.

Fang Cheng reacted extremely quickly; while dodging and stepping aside, he slammed his foot down and forcefully twisted his waist.

Dodging the fatal blow by a hair's breadth, while horizontally sweeping the dagger in his hand to protect his vital throat.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the metal collision sound was deafening, and sparks instantly bloomed in the darkness.

Fang Cheng also used this momentum to leap backward, crouching and rolling several meters away.

The series of actions was smooth like flowing clouds and moving water, thrillingly dodging this near-fatal ultimate Move.

Only the clothes on his back were slashed open with a tear, cold wind pouring in, producing a trace of coolness.

Blood must have been drawn again.

Fang Cheng steadied his mind, abruptly raised his eyes, and stared ahead.

He saw two cold lights twisting and waving in the air, just like intersecting shooting stars flying past in the dark night.

That eerie figure split in two actually waved daggers simultaneously from the left and right sides, fiercely and incomparably chasing up.

Having no time to think more, Fang Cheng immediately raised his knife to block, warding off the successive attacks.

In an instant, cold flashes flickered continuously, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The dual phantom pincers combined attack, with continuous blade edges, creating an offensive like mercury pouring onto the ground.

Seeing that Fang Cheng seemed to be able to see through invisibility, Ghost simply stopped hiding his body anymore, instead launching a full-scale attack, leaving him no breathing room.

The left Clone was shaped like a ghost, wrapped in an eerie chill, instantly approaching Fang Cheng, raising his hand with a fierce straight stab, the dagger's edge pressing straight toward Fang Cheng's heart.

The right Clone had an equally fast offensive; seeing Fang Cheng dodging to the side, the dagger in his hand immediately followed up cunningly and viciously, wiping toward his neck.

Fighting while retreating, Fang Cheng had a torch-like gaze, flexibly switching his footsteps, occasionally blocking a few times to look for an opportunity to counterattack.

Although he was caught off guard for a moment just now and injured by the opponent's extremely eerie Move.

However, facing the situation of being surrounded and attacked by multiple people, Fang Cheng had long mastered how to deal with it through countless battles with imaginary enemies.

At this moment, he quickly calmed down, carefully observing the trajectory of each Clone of the opponent, the flaws in every action, not letting go of any detail that could reverse the battle situation.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng's gaze condensed, spotting the opportunity, and his long-accumulated power instantly erupted.

Stomping hard with his feet, the whole person suddenly rose into the air like an arrow leaving the string.

Waving the dagger backhanded, advancing instead of retreating, the blade swept a cold flash through the air, stabbing straight forward.

At this time, the two Clones pounced together, as if ghost shadows were heavy and changing unpredictably.

Fang Cheng did not panic at all, his gaze tightly locking onto every Move of the figure on the right.

The moment it raised its hand to attack, he charged straight forward, stabbing a knife fiercely into its throat area.

The action was fierce and decisive, like a cheetah lurking in the dark night, baring its fatal fangs.

Squelch!

The blade stalled slightly, and that figure instantly vanished like a puff of water mist, as if it had never appeared.

At this time, the dagger in the left Clone's hand had already reached almost touching Fang Cheng's skin like a venomous snake darting its tongue.

The bone-chilling edge made every hair stand on end.

Between life and death, Fang Cheng's figure did not pause at all, abruptly swinging left and right, simultaneously making a counterattack.

Relying on the combat instinct deep into his bone marrow, his left hand had long clenched into a fist, muscles bulging, veins protruding.

At this moment, twisting his waist and utilizing the torsional force of body rotation, a fast and accurate jab surged out carrying a whistling wind.

Bang!

Fist and dagger crossed each other, and in this flash of lightning and flint, heavily struck the chest of the left Clone.

That force was as if it could shatter metal and stone, and the combat uniform at the chest of the Clone instantly burst, shredded fabric flying everywhere.

Squelch!

At the same time, the dagger stabbed into Fang Cheng's arm like a fierce wolf's fangs.

The sharp blade sliced open the flesh and blood without hindrance, blood gushing out, instantly staining his clothes red, carving an eye-catching bloodstain on his arm.

Enduring the pain, Fang Cheng stepped back half a step to reduce the extent of damage.

Ghost, however, was knocked flying by this punch, like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air.

Then, he crashed fiercely into a piece of mechanical equipment, the powerful impact even causing the iron sheet on the surface of the equipment to dent inward.

With a few "clang" sounds, metal parts scattered all over the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Pfft—"

Ghost's body twisted eerily a few times, struggling to prop up his body. Before he could even stand steady, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out uncontrollably.

At this time, his face was as pale as paper, mixed with the blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

The combat uniform on his body was already tattered. After being hit by Fang Cheng's heavy punch in the chest, the clothing tore, revealing the bruised and slightly sunken chest inside, obviously indicating that his ribs were fractured.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, silently circulating True Qi, quickly stopping the bleeding.

Although casting the jab pursued speed and reaction, with 40 points of strength attribute, plus the Iron Fist special effect and the Qilin Arm's one-second advance power accumulation attack, the power was still not to be underestimated.

This time exchanging Moves, Fang Cheng clearly occupied the advantage, and the opponent suffered a considerable loss.

The two stood apart, looking at each other.

Ghost's complexion was dismal, looking at him, his eyes revealing a trace of unwillingness and astonishment.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "It's been a long time since anyone caused me this degree of injury."

While speaking, his shoulders were still trembling slightly, obviously injured quite heavily.

As the squadron leader of the elite special forces of the Noah Organization, he was conceited to possess extraordinary invisibility capabilities, and capable of creating phantom Clones to confuse enemies.

Even facing formidable enemies that were hard to defeat, he could advance and retreat freely, remaining in an undefeated position.

This hunting plan, he had always behaved very cautiously.

Watching through previous surveillance recordings, plus the initial sneak attack not succeeding, he was actually quite wary of Fang Cheng's strength.

Knowing that he had great strength, fast speed, and a tough body, he thus used phantom Clones to disturb his state of mind and offensive rhythm.

At the same time, using daggers smeared with neurotoxin for continuous attacks, as long as it cut the skin and produced minor injuries, it could continuously paralyze the enemy, ultimately winning without fighting.

And even if caught by Fang Cheng in a flaw, creating a threat.

He could also through true and false Clones, and extremely agile martial arts, instantly turn passive into active, unexpectedly counterattacking and slaying.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he still suffered a tragic defeat at the hands of this legendary murderer.

Ghost managed to squeeze out a bitter smile and continued:

"I admit, you really have some tricks."

Fang Cheng slightly raised his head, his gaze cold and stern, without replying.

Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice rang out in the darkness:

"Ghost, if you keep playing around like this, you'll really end up dying here. Let me help you instead."

Hearing this unpleasant voice like sandpaper rubbing, sounding like a broken throat.

Ghost's spirit instantly revived, and he responded:

"Good, let's go together, take advantage of his heavy injuries right now, and finish him off immediately!"

At this moment, he no longer had his previous pride and conceit, only thinking of quickly eliminating this thorn in his side before his eyes who had almost killed him.

As the voice fell, a Hooded Man wearing a hooded sweatshirt, nearly 1.9 meters tall, slowly walked out.

He stood entirely in the shadows, his face beneath the hood appearing blurry and unclear.

Only that tall figure gave people a strong sense of oppression, like a huge piece of granite standing in the darkness, highlighting the powerful strength brought by muscles.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Fang Cheng in the center, forming a seemingly airtight encirclement.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng made no expression, still standing quietly in place.

Drip, drip.

Bright red blood continuously flowed down from the cut part of his left arm.

The slowly dripping blood droplets seemed to silently tell that his injuries were very heavy.

The dagger in his right hand had also been hacked with several notches, scrapped and thrown on the ground.

Even when trying to raise his fists and set up a fighting stance, his steps forward and backward were still slightly staggering, making people unable to help breaking into a cold sweat for him.

The only slightly unusual place was that the muscles of his uninjured right arm noticeably bulged, as if preparing for a final stubborn resistance.

Seeing this scene, a trace of joy flashed in Ghost's eyes, thinking that the neurotoxin should have taken effect.

Then he shouted to the Hooded Man:

"Same as before, I'm responsible for frontal containment, and you wait for an opportunity to Move!"

After formulating the battle plan, seeing Fang Cheng's motionless appearance, Ghost's heart grew more and more certain of his own conjecture.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, his gaze staring fixedly at the opponent, as if he would swallow him alive the next second.

"Hehe, I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

As the Hooded Man spoke, he twisted his thick neck, and when he clenched his sandbag-sized fists, his knuckles instantly popped and cracked.

Suddenly roaring loudly, his muscles bulged all over, and with a kick of his soles, he launched an attack ahead of Ghost.

He ferociously sprinted, delivering a rear straight punch with a whistling sound of breaking air, smashing toward Fang Cheng's masked head like a heavy hammer.

At the same time, Ghost did not feel stunned.

Because this was the tactic between the two of them, using reverse words to confuse the enemy's conscious judgment, thereby achieving the effect of a one-hit kill.

Ghost's gaze flickered, and several phantoms quickly separated from his body, pouncing in front of Fang Cheng like ghosts.

Attempting to use his ability to imprison his movements, allowing the Hooded Man's amazing heavy punch with as much as over ten tons of force to hit with a single strike.

However, at this critical juncture, Fang Cheng's face was flushed red, and his eyes instantly ignited with scorching flames, as if wanting to ignite the surrounding air.

He only felt a surging power rushing from his limbs and bones straight to his head, hot blood boiling like scorching magma in his blood vessels, and every inch of skin trembling slightly due to this surging power.

The feeling of excitement surged like a turbulent tide, one wave after another impacting his mind, making him unable to help roaring towards the sky.

With a roar, the aura around his body churned wildly, muscles taut, veins protruding, like angry flood dragons winding and wandering under his skin.

The overwhelming pressure rushing towards him was like lifting some kind of Seal.

Fang Cheng's eyes revealed a fierce light; what he deliberately endured just now, waiting for was precisely this moment!

Activating Overlord Body State!