259: Chapter 259 The Macho Man After His Shirt Bursts

"Hoo-ch—h—"

Fang Cheng blew a puff of scorching hot air from his nostrils, his red eyes staring fixedly at the treasure hunter in front of him.

The corners of his mouth parted slightly upward, outlining a disdainful arc.

He seemed to sneer at this self-delivered challenger, finding his attack force too light, like a tickle that wasn't satisfying enough.

Consequently, Fang Cheng made a move himself.

No, it should be a leg kick!

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He stood in place, his left leg suddenly bending at the knee and lifting upward, his sole taut, unleashing fierce force forward.

A frontal side kick whistled out.

Under the impact of this rapid force, the air emitted a "pop" sound.

That speed was so fast that people didn't have time to blink, and the erupted power was even more fiercely incomparable!

The man wielding the katana only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he had been heavily struck by a cannonball.

The entire person instantly flew backward out of control, passing through like a violent gale, knocking everyone along the way topsy-turvy, falling down one after another like bowling pins.

Some crashed into tree trunks, some rolled several circles, and others collided with each other, their heads bruised and bleeding profusely.

Finally, that man fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, his body curled up into a ball, already completely broken apart.

Just as the man hacking at him with a blade was kicked flying, Fang Cheng's figure flickered and instantly vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he had targeted another main culprit—the esper who manipulated lightning attacks.

At this time, that esper was hiding behind the crowd, electricity faintly flashing between the palms of his hands, fully brewing the next immensely powerful lightning Spell.

Yet he never expected that Fang Cheng stepped on a gale beneath his feet, like a top-tier sports car accelerating instantly.

With a "whoosh", in the blink of an eye, he crossed the dozens of meters between the two of them and arrived right in front of him.

Because the casting time for the lightning ability was too long, and it required concentrating all Mental Energy.

Facing Fang Cheng's close-quarters surprise attack, that esper simply didn't have time to make any reaction, and his naked eyes didn't even capture the figure.

Only a cold flash was seen, as the sharp blade in Fang Cheng's hand wrapped in biting gale force, accurately and flawlessly piercing straight through his throat with a single slash.

The esper widened his eyes, his face full of shock and fear, his hands instinctively covering the wound.

Yet he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out between his fingers, his body subsequently toppling backward, losing its breath in the blink of an eye.

Within one second, two people were killed consecutively.

Fang Cheng's masked face didn't reveal the slightest expression, but his eyes were like charcoal fire, transmitting a soul-capturing scorching light.

Standing tall in this chaotic battlefield, the powerful Aura emanating from his whole body was actually like substantive flames burning.

Even the surrounding mist was affected by it, melting away thread by thread and drifting apart.

Just as the lightning struck down earlier, Fang Cheng decisively used the Invincible Body state.

The steel-like physique and the roaring combat will allowed him to immunize all control skills within 3 seconds, reduce received damage by 50%, and feel no pain or fear whatsoever.

His whole person had bare muscles bulging in blocks, like being cast in bronze and iron, draped in a layer of invincible battle armor.

Coupled with the "Force Dispersion" effect of Tai Chi, almost no attacks could cause substantial damage to him.

The majestic and sturdy figure stood tall and unfallen amidst the bloody storm, as if a god of slaughter had descended to the world, striding forward.

Wherever he passed, the enemies fell like grass before the wind.

The remaining treasure hunters on the battlefield instantly felt a chill birth in their hearts, as if a basin of ice water had been poured down over their heads.

In their eyes looking at Fang Cheng, there was deep fear, completely devoid of the fierceness from the beginning of the battle.

Although they still occupied an absolute advantage in numbers, everyone's Aura had leaked completely clean at this moment, all cowering and daring not to step forward.

Under Fang Cheng's berserk impact, they could only barely parry, retreating step by step, and were even chased and beaten by him alone.

Lin Chuqiao, Bailing, and Dachui hid to the side, watching the thrilling scene, unable to help looking at each other in dismay.

"Do we need to help?"

Bailing muttered softly, a few traces of worry showing in her eyes.

Lin Chuqiao shook her head slightly, smiling bitterly as she replied: "Do you see any need for us to help him?"

Dachui smacked his lips on the side, widened his eyes, and muttered:

"Oh my mom, where did this fierce general brother come from? He's way fiercer than me..."

Between his words, amazement couldn't be suppressed, his face full of admiration and shock toward Fang Cheng's strength.

"Take it!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Fang Cheng suddenly raised his hand and threw, tossing the golden bumpa bottle toward a nearby person.

That person was caught off guard and startled by this action, subconsciously raising a hand to catch it.

When he saw clearly what the flying object was, remembering that this thing had a bizarre blood-sucking ability, he hurriedly retracted his hand in panic, letting the precious bottle drop to the ground.

Fang Cheng paid no attention to this person's reaction.

It seemed that in his eyes, this rare treasure that everyone chased after like ducks was nothing more than a burden.

After freeing up his hands, his offensive grew even more ferocious, charging wildly into the crowd like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

Using both fists and feet, every move injured tendons and broke bones, exploded chests and split skulls, simply like entering an uninhabited realm.

In the face of absolute speed and power, unless those treasure hunters possessed extremely formidable defense capabilities, or life-saving means that could be triggered instantly, they were basically solved with a single punch.

If a single punch still couldn't make the opponent fall, then he would follow up with another kick smoothly, simple and crude yet extremely efficient.

Someone was completely gripped in mind by fear, and amidst the panic, picked up a gun and fired wildly, attempting to block the steps of this "human-shaped Vicious Beast" with dense firepower.

Yet Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged, nor did he dodge because of this.

His dual eyes stared closely at the trajectory, and the dagger in his hand was like a black lightning bolt, swiftly chopping and slashing in the air, actually slashing down every single whistling bullet.

Sparks of metal collision splattered in front of him, like fatal and brilliant fireworks blooming in the darkness, illuminating that ferocious mask resembling an evil ghost.

This scene made everyone even more dumbfounded in shock, completely cutting off the thought of resistance.

Seeing the opponent so godlike and brave, where was there still half a bit of courage to continue fighting.

Just after that gunman was killed, the remaining treasure hunters instantly scattered in all directions, turning around and running without choosing their path in panic.

Fearing that if they ran slightly slower, they would follow in the footsteps of others, lose their lives here, and turn into a cold corpse lying on the ground.

It seemed even those ghost shadows hidden in the fog didn't look as terrifying as the "human-shaped Vicious Beast" behind them.

In the blink of an eye, this bunch of treasure hunters disappeared one by one into the fog-filled dense forest.

Leaving behind only a series of messy and hurried footsteps, rapidly fading away in the silence.

Fang Cheng stood tall in place, his eyes gazing at the mist that swallowed everyone, without starting to pursue.

The dagger in his hand was still dripping blood, one drop, two drops, blooming into dark red blood flowers on the ground.

Fang Cheng breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Although the fierce battle just now didn't reveal obvious fatigue on him, physical stamina had after all been consumed a lot.

Using the Breathing Technique to regulate his breath slightly, Fang Cheng gave the dagger in his hand a light flick, shaking off the attached blood droplets.

Then his gaze flickered slightly, looking toward the light blue screen floating before his eyes.

[You completed a feat of chopping bullets with a blade, Blade Technique skill experience +60]

[Blade Technique lv2 (276 / 500)]

Seeing this prompt message, Fang Cheng's face couldn't help but surface a hint of a smile.

Ever since participating in tonight's treasure hunting operation, the Blade Technique skill alone had accumulated an increase of over 120 experience points.

If this were placed in ordinary training, practicing for two hours every day, and under the premise of ensuring Focus, it would probably require persisting for over a month to achieve the same effect.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, and then he skillfully switched the panel to check other skill information ignored during the previous battle.

[Boxing experience +95]

[Boxing lv2 (431 / 500)]

[Sanda experience +70]

[Sanda lv2 (386 / 500)]

[Muay Thai experience +60]

[Muay Thai lv2 (149 / 500)]

[Jiu-Jitsu experience +20]

[Jiu-Jitsu lv2 (217 / 500)]

[Tai Chi experience +35]

[Tai Chi lv1 (121 / 250)]

Gazing at these flashing prompt messages, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, full of joy.

In less than a single night, the gained experience was more than a dozen times, or even dozens of times, more than usual practice.

Fang Cheng sighed in his heart that it was indeed not in vain that he had just fought hand-to-hand with all his might like a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus.

Actual combat truly was the most effective means to improve skill proficiency.

Moreover, the stronger the enemies faced, the more rapid the experience growth.

Every life-and-death struggle was accompanied by a deeper level of control over physical strength.

This feeling of Breakthrough and growth in a dangerous desperate situation made his blood boil.

While pondering, a slight rustling sound came from the grass not far away.

Fang Cheng's gaze was like a torch, instantly alert, stepping back and flashing, his whole body muscles tense, instinctively assuming a defensive posture.

Raising his eyes to look over, he saw Lin Chuqiao, Bailing, and Dachui walking slowly toward him.

The three of them looked at him with wide-open eyes, carrying a bit of awe and restraint on their faces, seemingly not knowing how to greet him.

After all, having experienced such fierce and bloody slaughter, even knowing that the "human-shaped Vicious Beast" opposite was their teammate, their hearts inevitably felt some trepidation.

Both sides' expressions were slightly awkward, just like this you looking at me, I looking at me, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, the mist dispersed by the fist wind, like a tide, began to pour backward again, filling the woods again thread by thread.

In the darkness, everyone's figures became increasingly blurry, exuding an unfathomable Aura.

Fang Cheng's gaze narrowed slightly, his line of sight inadvertently falling on Dachui's limply drooping right arm.

His heart stirred, perceiving the problem with rich combat experience, and then he stepped over.

"Your name is Dachui, right?"

Fang Cheng arrived in front of him in a few steps, glanced at the blood-stained arm, and said in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Your right hand's injury is very serious. I know a little bit of medical skill, let me take a look for you."

Having said that, without waiting for Dachui's response, both his hands grasped the two ends of his arm's fractured part.

Dachui was just about to open his mouth to say something when a sharp pain suddenly came, hurting him so much that he gasped a cold breath, choking his words in his throat.

"Relax, don't be nervous. The treatment process might hurt a little bit, but it will be fine very soon."

Fang Cheng observed the injury with Focus, comforting him while operating.

With skilled techniques, he found the key node, exerting force steadily while cleverly controlling the degree.

Hearing only a succession of crisp "crack" sounds, the bones that were originally dislocated and broken gradually returned to their place under the manipulation of his hands.

Finally, they fit tightly together, precisely spliced and fixed together like mortise and tenon joints, perfectly restoring the original structure of the arm's skeleton.

"Eh!"

Dachui widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, seeming to feel some wonderful thing happening.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he tried shaking his right arm, and then shouted in pleasant surprise:

"Oh my mom, brother, your craft is peerless!"

"Why doesn't this arm hurt anymore, and it can even move? I was still worrying about resting for a few days to heal my injuries earlier. You are truly my great savior!"

Under excitement, he even howled at the top of his lungs, as if transforming back into a werewolf.

That voice was so loud that even Bailing standing beside him couldn't help covering her ears and giving him a sideways glance.

Watching another patient cured by his Bone-setting technique, successfully obtaining 9 experience points, Fang Cheng's face revealed a satisfied smile:

"This is only a temporary effect, at least allowing you to endure tonight. Afterwards, you still need to apply splints for fixation to ensure the injury completely recovers."

Carefully exhorting him a few words, he subsequently turned his gaze toward the old acquaintance on the side, Lin Chuqiao.

Yet he saw a flush of red blooming on her fair cheeks, just like applying rouge, so he asked a sentence:

"Are you very hot, why is your complexion so rosy?"

"Oh... right, right."

Lin Chuqiao was stunned upon hearing this, hastily raising her hand to fan her burning face, exhaling and saying:

"Whoa, so hot! This ghost weather, it's almost March, and it's still so hot..."

Between words, her eyes turned gracefully, resembling flowing ripples, seemingly hiding a bit of shyness.

Fang Cheng noticed her abnormal expression, and subsequently discovered that Bailing on the side also had a flushed little face, stealing glances at him from time to time.

Thus, following the two women's line of sight, he lowered his head to glance at his own body, only then realizing his current embarrassed state.

Because the battle just now was too fierce, all his clothes burst apart, and at this moment he wore only a red pair of underpants on his body, his bodybuilding muscle lines exposed completely without reservation.

A sturdy and full chest, carved-like distinct abdominal muscles, coupled with the mysterious mask worn on his face, he was the spitting image of a buff man from the movies.

Not to mention what kind of attraction he had to women, even he himself felt somewhat helpless—this damn wild charm really couldn't be hidden no matter what!

Fang Cheng smiled slightly bitterly, his gaze sweeping toward the crisscrossing corpses around.

Promptly picking one whose figure was similar to his own, he bent down to strip off that person's clothes and trousers, neatly putting them on his own body.

Although the clothes were stained with some blood and brain matter, looking somewhat creepy, it was at least much better than being naked and unseemly.

"Haha, White Ghost brother, turns out you also have a transformation ability?"

At this time, Dachui laughed inopportunely:

"I was just like you before. Every time after using my ability, the clothes would be torn beyond recognition. Later on, the professor specially customized a piece of Elasticity shirt for me, so I didn't have to be so disheveled anymore."

His hearty laughter appeared exceptionally abrupt in the silent mountain forest, seemingly completely ignoring other people's awkward expressions.

Fang Cheng was just about to open his mouth to respond.

Suddenly, a clear and pretty voice quietly sounded in his mind:

"Hey, how did you turn into a bald head?"

Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, and he immediately looked toward the sound, just meeting Lin Chuqiao's brimming gaze.

Her dual eyes revealed a hint of joy, alongside a few traces of confusion.

Fang Cheng remained calm on the spot, responding with Mental Energy:

"Did you recognize me?"

"Of course, I have a pair of Wisdom Eyes, oh."

Lin Chuqiao pressed her lips in a smile, her pupils flickering, and then asked repeatedly:

"Why did you come here? Could it be that you know the professor?"

The two of them communicated privately like this, yet Bailing and Dachui beside them were completely oblivious to it, still talking away by themselves.

"Sister Xiaochu, look quickly, what is going on with the golden bumpa bottle?"

Suddenly, Bailing's crisp cry broke the brief calm.

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads simultaneously, looking along the direction her finger pointed.

Only to see the mountain forest clearing resembling an Asura field, with corpses lying crisscrossing and pools of blood winding across.

And that precious bottle quietly lay within, its whole body emitting a layer of golden halo.

Moreover, its light seemed to be growing increasingly blazing.