258: Chapter 258 Just by looking at his stance, you can tell he's terrifyingly strong.

That figure merely stood there, throwing a punch as simply as a sweeping gale and a bombarding cannon shell.

The scar-faced muscular man's head was blown apart just like that, turning him into a headless corpse that toppled straight to the ground.

The bloody and cruel scene instantly dropped the atmosphere at the scene to freezing point.

The crowd stood dumbfounded on the spot, the expressions on their faces freezing at the very moment the punch was thrown.

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There was astonishment, fear, and even more so, helplessness in the face of this sudden and powerful strength.

The treasure hunters who had just been shouting and wanting to charge forward were as if cast with an immobilization spell, all left speechless and unable to utter a single word.

Several guys who were closer and ready to swarm forward abruptly slammed on the brakes, their hands holding weapons quietly shrinking backward.

It seemed they wanted to show they harbored no malicious intent, terrified of becoming the target of attack in the next second and ending up with the same fate as the scar-faced muscular man.

A little further away, those treasure hunters with accomplices looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

Originally, they had thought to rely on their numbers to fish in troubled waters and laugh till the end, but at this moment they completely lost all ideas.

Someone reached out to wipe the cold sweat off their forehead, muttering in a low voice:

"Th-This motherf*cker, what background is this? Are we still going to rob or not?"

The others secretly shook their heads, no one daring to respond easily, only staring dead at the unmoving figure standing opposite.

Leaving aside how terrifying the power of that punch was, just looking at his standing posture, one could tell how frighteningly strong the opponent was.

Wanting to defeat him was definitely not an easy task!

The scene fell into a death-like silence, with only the rustling of leaves and the heavy breathing of the crowd appearing exceptionally clear.

But not everyone felt fear and apprehension toward this mysterious newcomer.

Bailing let out a sigh of relief, lifting her hand to gently stroke her heaving chest, a trace of joy from surviving a disaster appearing on her face.

Dachui sat heavily on the ground; he had already returned to his normal appearance, and the wounds on his body were still oozing blood, yet he seemed completely unaware, only panting heavily and staring intently at that seemingly strong man.

Through Lin Chuqiao's reminder, they all knew this person should be the helper who just joined the "group chat" and called himself White Ghost.

At this time, Lin Chuqiao also widened her eyes, gazing unblinkingly at that slightly mysterious figure.

She rejoiced inwardly that her premonition was not wrong; the mental signal she sent out earlier had truly received a response.

The other party actually followed the mental connection, crossed the blockade of the fog, and successfully found this place.

You must know that an ability like locking onto a target's precise location from a long distance was not a simple matter that could be done casually.

To achieve this effect, it was only feasible if two conditions were met.

That was, both sides possessed extraordinary mental energy, and they shared some kind of special bond, thereby producing telepathy in the netherworld and establishing a connection that could not be severed.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuqiao's eyes brimmed with emotion, growing increasingly eager as she tried to pierce through that mask to see the other person's true appearance clearly.

Right under everyone's watchful eyes, that figure suddenly strode forward and took a step.

Seeing this, the crowd subconsciously shrank their pupils and took a step back in unison.

It was as if standing in front of them was a fierce beast capable of suddenly attacking and hurting people at any moment.

"Is this what you want?"

The figure's low voice pierced through the fog, breaking the dead silence of the scene.

At the same time, he slowly raised the golden bumpa bottle in his hand.

The bottle body crafted from pure gold flashed with brilliant radiance in the darkness, seeming to conceal some kind of mysterious power and instantly attracting everyone's gaze.

The treasure hunters widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the treasure, their hearts filled with both greed and astonishment.

They suddenly realized one point: this person actually grabbed the bottle body directly with his hand.

Were they not afraid of being drained of their vital blood by that bizarre golden light and turning into a mummified corpse?

Then, someone seemed to recall something, a look of shock and suspicion appearing on their face as they quietly pointed at that mask and shiny bald appearance, whispering to their companion.

Clearly recognizing this mysterious man as the expert they had encountered before in the Underground Vault.

For a time, the sounds of whispering rose and fell one after another.

Fang Cheng stood opposite, his gaze sweeping over the treasure hunters who were temporarily shocked into submission, his eyes seeming capable of piercing through everyone's inner cowardice and greed.

Watching their appearance of hesitation, neither advancing nor retreating.

Fang Cheng paused slightly and spoke again:

"The golden bumpa bottle is in my hands. Whoever can defeat me, I will hand it over to them. How about that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples.

The crowd instantly made a commotion, looking at each other, their hearts filled with the awkwardness of being provoked.

Although what the opponent said was extremely arrogant, if it really came down to a one-on-one fight, indeed no one dared to step forward and engage in a life-or-death duel with this humanoid Vicious Beast before them.

"Humph!"

Someone suddenly sneered and warned:

"Everyone don't fall for his trick, he's using rhetoric to bluff us! We have so many people, why don't we join forces to take him down first, and then discuss who the treasure belongs to?"

"That's right, what are we afraid of? No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than a dozen of us?"

Another person immediately shouted in sudden realization, with a bit more confidence in their words.

Then, an elderly man standing at the back of the crowd also nodded slightly, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly:

"Later, listen to my command. I will use my ability from the back to paralyze him and slow down his pace. You guys just charge up and take him down in one go!"

With everyone speaking over one another, they actually started discussing tactics on the spot regarding how to deal with this "chief culprit" right before them.

The earlier astonishment and hesitation were quickly replaced by an Aura of shared hatred towards the enemy.

"In that case…"

Fang Cheng lowered his eyes slightly and muttered to himself.

At the same time, he unhurriedly twisted his neck, his cervical vertebrae emitting a series of crisp "crack, crack" sounds.

Then, he rotated his shoulders again; the muscles on his shoulders tightened and bulged, and his shoulder blades ground against each other, the sound growing increasingly crisp and loud.

Just like dense drumbeats before a great battle, every sound shook people's souls.

Having completed his warm-up, Fang Cheng straightened his upper body and dropped his shoulders, displaying an excellent physical posture.

This was the manifestation of power surging and converging within his body.

Afterwards, a flash of light appeared in his eyes, and looking at the dozen or so enemies before him, he suddenly raised his volume and said:

"Then all of you come together!"

This shout was like a thunderclap exploding above everyone's heads, making their eardrums ache.

Fang Cheng's figure then flickered, abruptly kicking off the ground with force and charging straight towards the nearest treasure hunter.

Whoosh—

The running speed reached the ultimate limit, the fallen leaves underfoot were whipped up all over the sky by the fierce wind, and his body seemed to transform into a shell fired from a barrel, whistling and shuttling through the forest.

In a fraction of a second, Fang Cheng had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters, rushing right in front of the opponent.

His right fist was raised high, the muscles on his arm bulging.

Bang!

Immediately following that, a heavy rear punch blasted out with a boom, as if splitting mountains and cracking rocks, slamming directly into the target's chest.

That unlucky bastard who was chosen first didn't even have time to react, feeling only darkness before his eyes as his entire person was struck like a high-speed racing missile.

As his body flew backward, it suddenly burst open, exploding into a large mass of bloody water in mid-air.

The crimson blood rain drifted and scattered all over the sky, dripping onto everyone's faces, and the pungent bloody scent instantly permeated the air.

This proactively struck punch made the already tense atmosphere feel like a gunpowder barrel being ignited.

The crowd snapped out of their panic and immediately cursed and shouted one after another, displaying their signature skills to retaliate.

Some wielded weapons and executed physical combat, while others used special abilities to interfere and attack from a distance.

Although the formation appeared somewhat messy, its strength lay in concerted efforts and a menacing Aura.

Facing the dozen or so supernatural enemies around him, Fang Cheng's eyes stubbornly refused to show even a shred of fear.

Instead, he was like a fierce tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, his heart filled with the excitement brought by slaughter.

The first to make trouble was a burly man whose figure was as massive as a mountain, the muscles on his arms bulging high and as hard as cast iron.

He let out a loud roar, stamping his foot fiercely, and the ground was actually stomped out with spiderweb-like cracks.

Subsequently, his whole person charged like a savage bull, carrying the force of a thousand jun towards Fang Cheng, attempting to knock him flying with pure strength advantage.

Yet Fang Cheng only slightly sidestepped, easily dodging this immensely powerful strike.

Then, the moment the burly man brushed past, his figure flickered again, becoming so fast that only afterimages remained, and in the blink of an eye, he had circled behind the burly man.

At the same time, a cold flash appeared in his right hand as a dagger manifested, carrying a lethal arc as it swept and slashed towards the man's neck.

Crack!

The burly man's thick neck was actually severed directly, his massive head rolling to the side as blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck.

This bloody scene did not scare away the many treasure hunters; instead, it stirred up the ferocity of certain people.

Two black figures darted out from the side like lightning, a pair of short daggers in their hands flashing with cold light as they tacitly sealed off Fang Cheng's retreat.

They were precisely the masked man and one of his hooded underlings.

Detecting danger approaching, Fang Cheng leaned his body backward without having time to turn his head.

Hiss!

A sharp sound pierced the air, and the short daggers wrapped in fierce wind stabbed into his heart and lungs.

However, looking closely, it was merely an afterimage; Fang Cheng's true body had long since disappeared, leaving behind only a faint ripple of air.

The speed and reactions of these two people were extraordinarily fast. Seeing the strike miss, they were not discouraged at all, closely pursuing like maggots clinging to bones.

While moving, their figures were as fast as ghosts, producing blurring afterimages one after another.

Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart by sharp blades, emitting a "hiss, hiss" sound like a venomous snake darting its tongue, incessantly stabbing towards the vital points all over Fang Cheng's body.

In the eyes of the other treasure hunters, such fierce offense could simply be compared to the "humanoid Vicious Beast".

However, the two of them were secretly complaining bitterly in their hearts.

Only they themselves knew how terrifying the speed and reaction capabilities possessed by the "humanoid Vicious Beast" opposite them were.

Fang Cheng's expression was unhurried, his feet flashing rapidly, every step treading out a phantom.

His figure swayed even more bizarrely, as if merging into the wind, making him impossible to fathom.

The two of them were on the left and right, forming a pincer attack with an airtight offensive.

Yet every fierce attack could only miss by a hair's breadth, barely brushing past the corner of his clothing, seeming to be blocked by an invisible barrier of Qi.

Not only that, the attacks of the other surrounding treasure hunters also missed one after another.

Fang Cheng was like a slippery and extremely flexible loach, constantly shuttling freely through the gaps in the crowd.

He even utilized the cover of other people's bodies to create chaos, skillfully maneuvering around.

The crowd only felt dizzy, completely unable to capture his precise location.

Such supernatural martial prowess simply reinterpreted what it meant to be "handling things with surplus ease".

It also turned this life-or-death contest into a personal performance belonging solely to him.

After a few rounds, the two masked men's attacks gradually slowed down, their breathing slightly panting, and their stamina clearly failing.

Fang Cheng, however, spotted the timing and suddenly accelerated, closing in on the leading masked man like a teleportation.

Seeing the enemy suddenly arrive before him, the masked man's pupils shrank drastically. With his soul scared out of his wits, he almost instinctively raised the dagger in his hand to block horizontally in front of his chest.

Clang!

Accompanied by a dazzling spark being struck out, the two daggers clashed fiercely together.

The masked man just wanted to use this block to heave a sigh of relief and ease his nerves that were strained to the absolute limit.

Yet he caught sight in terror of something glittering with golden light wrapped in fierce wind, swiftly smashing towards his head with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the opponent's left hand grasping the golden bumpa bottle, using it as a temporary weapon.

Bang!

With a dull, heavy roar, as if a thunderclap exploded by his ear, the masked man's head was instantly split open, and red and white matter splashed out.

In the process of his pupils dilating, he was filled with unwillingness and astonishment, never expecting that he would actually be bludgeoned to death by the treasure he had yearned for day and night.

Furthermore, why did the opponent's stamina show no depletion during such intense combat, and instead he was able to accelerate once again to deliver this fatal blow to him?

Carrying incomparable remorse, the masked man died with his eyes unclosed.

Seeing this, the other pincer-attacking companion felt a shock in his heart, his offense slightly disordered.

Fang Cheng did not give him a chance to catch his breath, executing a sidestep slide and brushing past the blade stabbed by the opponent.

At the same time, his right arm holding the dagger swung back rapidly, his elbow acting like a sharp spear tip, wrapped in fierce wind as it pierced straight at the enemy's vital throat.

Crack!

Accompanied by a hair-raising crisp sound, the man's throat cartilage was directly smashed by this elbow strike.

His eyes widened round, and with a face full of pain, he wanted to scream out, but could only squeeze out a few broken "gurgling" sounds from his throat, his body uncontrollably staggering back several steps.

Fang Cheng didn't even look at him, turning around to plunge into the battle with the other treasure hunters.

His movements were agile and his moves fierce, and wherever he passed, a storm of blood and gore was instantly stirred up.

"Holy sh*t! Old Two Wu, what the hell are you doing? Wasn't it agreed that you'd control his movements?"

Among the crowd, a treasure hunter was shocked and angry, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"I used it!"

The elderly man who had previously spoken with absolute certainty and made big boasts was now covered in cold sweat, explaining with an aggrieved expression:

"But... but he doesn't seem to react at all, what can I do?"

Old Two Wu widened his eyes, his gaze flashing hard as he attempted to launch a mental piercing attack towards Fang Cheng to hinder his overly agile movements.

Yet even though his eyeballs were about to pop out, that mental energy was like a clay ox entering the sea, never producing any ripples from beginning to end.

"Let me do it!"

At the back of the crowd, an esper stepped forward, his hands dancing rapidly, electric arcs flashing between his palms with crackling sounds, as if a powerful electric current was converging in his hands.

With a loud shout from him, a lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket cleaved straight down at Fang Cheng's head.

That lightning resembled a silver snake, pouncing towards the prey with bared fangs and brandished claws.

Fang Cheng, in the midst of battle, abruptly sensed danger, immediately retreating rapidly underfoot in an attempt to widen the distance.

Yet how could the speed of lightning, far exceeding supersonic speed by hundreds of thousands of times, be something humans could resist?

In an instant, all the hair on Fang Cheng's body stood on end, getting struck squarely by the lightning.

His clothes were also blown apart by the powerful current, and the hem of his clothes was still sizzling with sparks, catching a naked flame.

Everyone's eyes lit up, expressions of joy appearing on their faces as they thought the "humanoid Vicious Beast" had finally taken a fall this time.

The esper manipulating the lightning ability panted with excitement and immediately shouted:

"He's been hit, his body is temporarily paralyzed! Everyone charge together and kill him!"

One of the treasure hunters had the most agile martial skills, taking the lead to wave a coldly gleaming katana and aiming straight to slash at Fang Cheng's chest.

Hearing only a muffled "clang" sound, that blade instead felt as though it had hacked onto a hard stone, shocking his tiger's mouth numb.

He looked up in astonishment.

Seeing Fang Cheng standing before him, his dual pupils burning with blazing flames.

Around his entire body, some kind of Aura seemed to be surging wildly, resembling boiling magma.

His muscles bulged abruptly, and his blue veins resembled angry flood dragons, winding and slithering beneath his flushed, reddened skin.

His entire person radiated a chilling, berserk deterrent force.

Bang!

The clothes that were originally on fire seemed unable to withstand this domineering power either, instantly transforming into countless black fabric pieces that shot outward.