470: Chapter 470 This punch has kept you waiting.

Hoo—

The night wind suddenly changed direction, whipping up a few dim sparks that narrowly brushed past Fang Cheng's temples.

In the darkness, his pupils were terrifyingly bright; they were not mere reflections, but two bottomless, raging flames burning from within.

Those flying, endlessly shrieking ghosts scattered away in panic as if hitting an invisible barrier the moment they touched within three feet of his body.

Fang Cheng slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the heavy layers of ghosts and the pervasive will-o'-the-wisps, locking onto Old Master Chen Hongye as he said in a calm voice,

"This little trick isn't even worthy of making me use my defensive abilities."

His feet parted slightly, his shoulders sank, his right hand clung closely to his waist, and his left hand guarded in front of his chest.

The muscle lines hidden beneath his clothing bulged faintly, revealing their contours.

"Now..."

Fang Cheng assumed his stance, staring at the monster before him that even a blazing fire couldn't kill, and said word by word,

"It's my turn to make a move."

As he spoke, his right hand clenched a bit tighter once more, his joints producing a "creaking" sound.

That fist seemed flushed red from excessive force, and thick veins coiled beneath the skin like dormant, furious dragons.

"You want to beat me with your fists?"

Old Master Chen Hongye was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected his opponent to choose such a primitive method of combat, but a brilliant smile immediately bloomed on his face.

"Hahaha... What an absolute absurdity!"

He laughed so hard he rocked back and forth, his voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"As a mere psychic ability user, being able to resist my Soul-Snatching Demonic Shadows is already something worth boasting about, yet you still delusionally think you can defeat me with unrefined fist and foot techniques?"

Old Master Chen Hongye stood at ease, not even assuming any defensive posture; instead, he raised his hand and crooked his finger contemptuously at Fang Cheng.

"Very well, bring it on."

Playful amusement like a cat toying with a mouse flashed within his scarlet eyes.

"I've slept for too long, and my old bones need some activity. Tonight, let me personally experience just how much capability Fang Shijie's son truly has..."

"As you wish!"

Fang Cheng spat out those four words, and before his voice even faded, a brilliant light burst from the depths of his eyes.

Wisps of hot steam suddenly emerged from all over his body, as if a fully-charged war machine was roaring to life.

Old Master Chen Hongye's pupils slightly constricted as he vaguely sensed a dangerous aura, his body subconsciously leaning backward.

Before a second thought could arise in his mind, Fang Cheng's whole body's muscles suddenly swelled, and his clenched-fist arm completely burst his sleeve open.

Bang!

Before the shattered pieces of cloth could scatter everywhere, a thunderous explosion pierced through the eardrums like a bolt from the blue.

Fang Cheng's entire figure abruptly vanished, as if instantly erased from his spot.

The lawn where he originally stood suddenly collapsed downward, and a charred deep pit, accompanied by spiderweb-like cracks, frantically spread outward.

Immediately following that, Old Master Chen Hongye saw a figure chasing light and catching lightning.

That man's body was actually shooting straight toward him at a speed that defied the common sense of physics!

Behind him, a huge circle of pure white ring-shaped cloud mist faintly exploded, looking like an angel's halo or the Grim Reaper's crown.

That was a sonic boom cloud formed by water vapor instantly condensing when the air was pierced by an object exceeding the limit speed!

Accompanied by a piercing shriek, Fang Cheng's entire body was wrapped in a layer of naked-eye-visible shockwave force field.

The whole person was like a meteorite plunging into the atmosphere, fiercely rubbing against the air; his skin instantly turned scorching red, emitting thick white smoke.

"What?!"

The sarcastic smile on Old Master Chen Hongye's face instantly froze, and his pupils abruptly shrank to the size of needle tips.

His vision was thoroughly swallowed by a destructive, dazzling brilliance.

That fist rapidly enlarged within his pupils, and a cluster of golden flames seemed to burn at the tip of the fist due to fierce friction.

This punch—no, the man clenching his fist—had actually broken the sound barrier with his Physical Body, tearing apart the physical rules that imprisoned Mortals.

At this moment, Fang Cheng was no longer running with his legs; instead, using his body as the "warhead" and True Qi as the "gunpowder", he transformed himself into a supersonic humanoid missile that tore everything apart!

Although Old Master Chen Hongye possessed extraordinary spiritual perception capabilities, enough to capture this ultimate-speed figure,

his body far lagged behind his thoughts, his hands and feet as sluggish as if they had been poured with lead.

At this moment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

He could clearly "hear" the screech of the atmosphere being torn apart, "smell" the burnt scent of the air, and even "see" death crashing toward him at a speed exceeding sound.

Old Master Chen Hongye's pupils suddenly locked shut, his heart feeling as if it were gripped by an invisible giant hand, and a fatal chill instantly crawled all over his body along his spine.

The next instant.

That fist wrapped in golden flames landed solidly right on his chest!

Boom————

A deafening roar exploded abruptly, akin to a heavy aerial bomb detonating in the center of the estate.

The terrifying impact poured out instantly like a breached flood.

Centered on the point of fist contact, a naked-eye-visible annular shockwave violently diffused outward, lifting and scattering the lawn, soil, and gravel on the ground entirely.

Those black ghosts flying around the crowd instantly collapsed upon touching the shockwave, turning into wisps of black smoke and vanishing.

The Chen Family members and Cuicheng Temple monks who suffered from mental control were also blown staggering by this wave of air, crashing straight to the ground and fainting.

Lin Chuqiao, Second Young Master Chen Xuan, and others were likewise blown unstable by the air wave, having to lower their bodies and lie flat on the ground to avoid the brunt of it.

As for the certain monster bearing the frontal impact, he didn't even have the chance to react.

The instant the fist force penetrated his body, Old Master Chen Hongye felt as if he wasn't hit by a person's fist, but crashed head-on by a full-speed bomber.

His sternum emitted an unbearable groan, shattering inch by inch.

The destructive power penetrated his Physical Body, which was as firm as gold and stone, and rampaged wildly among his internal organs.

The golden flames carrying a purifying aura, furthermore, were like bone-gnawing maggots drilling in along the wound, frantically scorching the evil energy inside his body.

The dark red runes covering his body flashed brilliantly, trying to resist this overbearing power, but they steadily retreated under the golden flames.

"Ugh ah—"

A shrill, miserable howl burst from Old Master Chen Hongye's mouth.

His feet plowed two trenches several centimeters deep into the ground, yet he still couldn't stop the violent retreat.

Afterward, his body completely lost balance, flying backward like a cannonball leaving its chamber.

First, he smashed through the temporarily erected ritual altar, his body wrapped by the tattered, burned prayer flags.

Immediately following that with a "boom", he smashed a rockery piled up with Taihu stones behind the altar into pieces.

Amidst the splashing gravel, his figure didn't pause in the slightest, tracing a parabola in mid-air.

Finally, he heavily crashed into the wall of a steel-frame and glass-structured greenhouse dozens of meters away.

Rumble—

Accompanied by the piercing roar of crumbling bricks and exploding glass, that exquisite greenhouse was like being struck by a battering ram, half of its wall collapsing with a crash.

Countless glass fragments mixed with bricks and cement shot wildly in all directions, and dust soared into the sky.

The dark-shrouded backyard garden turned into a ruined mess in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the pervading dust and smoke, Fang Cheng slowly retracted his fist, his feet stepping on the edge of the deep pit he had stomped out.

At this moment, scorching white steam billowed all over his body, like a boiling boiler, lingering for a long time.

On that right fist that had just thrown the sonic boom punch, the light golden flames were slowly extinguishing, revealing blood-stained, slightly swollen skin.

Fang Cheng didn't care about this, his burning gaze piercing through the undispersed dust and smoke, staring straight at that pile of ruins.

"I kept you waiting for this punch!"

His voice was low and powerful, as if speaking to this opponent who had entanglements with his father more than a dozen years ago.

The passionate Battle Intent in his chest was still boiling and churning, and even his exhaled breath carried a scorching residual warmth.

A gust of cold wind blew past, whipping up the tattered sleeve at the bend of his arm, revealing the robust muscles beneath that still glowed faintly red.

Behind him, that huge bonfire crackled and burned fiercely once again.

The cyan ghost fire that originally exuded a bizarre aura had already receded, restoring a bit of normal orange-red color.

In the darkness, those shrill, weeping ghosts seemed to have also disappeared, leaving only a death-like silence.

"I... What the fuck..."

Pan Wendi lay flat on the ground, dumbfounded as he looked at the scene before him, his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg, squeezing out two words from between his teeth after a long while.

Second Young Master Chen Xuan was likewise filled with shock and horror.

He gazed at the greenhouse reduced to ruins, then looked at Fang Cheng, whose posture was straight and resembled a demon god, monstrous waves surging in his heart.

Is... Is this still a power that human beings can possess?

That terrifying speed and destructive power had never been heard of, even among the geniuses and talents famed for their powerful Physiques within aristocratic families.

He had originally thought his Family's foundation was deep enough, but at this moment he understood that truly powerful individuals were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

On the other side.

Bailing hid behind Lin Chuqiao, her hands tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, her large eyes filled with shock, forgetting even to be afraid.

Lin Chuqiao slowly stood up, brilliant colors flickering endlessly in her eyes.

Although as early as that night participating in tiered treasure-snatching operations on Miwu Mountain, she had witnessed Fang Cheng's superhuman strength.

But witnessing this punch break the sound barrier with natural-disaster-like destructive power with her own eyes right now still caused her mind to tremble violently.

She gazed at the tall back standing tall in the dust and smoke, her heart churning endlessly, and an unspeakable, complex emotion surged into her mind.

There was shock, admiration, and even a trace of undisguised joy.

Thinking that the man she fancied was actually so powerful, her maiden heart couldn't help but pound wildly, and her cheeks quietly flushed with a thin layer of red.

Fang Cheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, his mind settling down slightly.

Feeling the residual vibration inside his body, his gaze subsequently fell on his right fist, whose skin was still flushed red.

Tonight could be said to be the first time in actual combat that he unleashed the charged attack of the Qilin Arm to this degree after his physical attributes broke through the sound barrier limit.

Accompanied by the kinetic energy surge brought by supersonic speed, a simple straight punch erupted with unimaginable might, its destructive power comparable to a missile bombardment.

Just imagine the so-called ultimate moves unleashed at full strength by those S-rank powerhouses; they were merely this.

However, the counter-shock force formed by this punch was equally huge.

The kinetic energy spread upward along the knuckle bones, fiercely impacting the arm bones and chest internal organs, making him unable to help but let out a muffled grunt just now.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, quickly conducting an internal introspection of his bodily condition.

Fortunately, the problem was not big.

Although the arm bones had a sore and swollen sensation, there was basically no damage or rupture.

Mainly, his internal organs were jolted to feel somewhat stuffy, and their positions shifted slightly, but it didn't hurt the foundation.

With his physical constitution, this degree of injury should be able to fully recover in half an hour.

Fang Cheng thought silently in his heart, having to lament how sturdy Old Master Chen Hongye's old monster body was, being simply three parts harder than an iron plate.

No wonder he hadn't turned to ashes after being burned in the fire for so long.

He had previously heard that the Chen Family's Bloodline ability "Solidification" could elevate bodily strength to a degree comparable to gemstones.

Therefore, he kept an eye out for this.

If his own Physique attribute hadn't surpassed the 60-point limit milestone, Fang Cheng would definitely not have easily attempted this "hard-on-hard" fighting style.

This wasn't just a matter of strength magnitude, but more crucially whether his own bone density and toughness could withstand such fierce impact intensity.

After all, every punch swung out, while hitting the target, had to endure an equal amount of reaction force on the fist itself.

Moreover, hitting different objects yielded vastly different buffering effects brought by their deformation.

Just like hitting a punching bag could shed most of the counter-shock force, hitting an iron plate would cause almost all the force to rebound.

If one didn't have sufficient physical strength and insisted on striking an object that was too hard, before the target was destroyed by the fist force, one's own bones would likely shatter first.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng possessed corresponding skill effects.

With a 65-point Physique attribute, the "Iron Fist" amplified the muscle and bone strength of the fist area to a Heaven-Defying effect equivalent to 130 points of Physique.

At the same time, the Qilin Arm further enhanced the bone hardness and muscle toughness of the entire arm.

Not only that.

He also ran True Qi through his arm and wrapped it around his fist, which, while increasing the punching power, also played a certain protective role.

With so many preconditions, Fang Cheng was able to rely on the Qilin Arm's charged attack to go hard-on-hard with Old Master Chen Hongye's Physical Body, which was firmer than gold and stone.

Ultimately blowing this monster flying away with a single punch like a sandbag.

Just as everyone was extremely shocked and harboring various thoughts, an unusual sound suddenly came from within the pile of ruins.

Clatter—

Large patches of broken bricks, twisted steel bars, and shattered glass were violently pushed away by a force, flying and scattering in all directions.

A dark red figure swayed unsteadily as it stood up again from the pervasive dust and smoke.

It was none other than Old Master Chen Hongye.

At this moment, he looked utterly miserable; half of his body was beaten to a bloody pulp, and a huge fist imprint was sunken into his chest.

The edges were charred black, and dark red runes were frantically writhing at the depression, attempting to repair this almost fatal injury, but the effect appeared extremely slow.

"You... You actually possess such freakish strength?!"

His voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, every word carrying unwillingness and madness.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Fang Shijie was merely an A-rank psychic ability user. Even if you completely inherited his Bloodline ability, you would definitely not have this kind of physical constitution comparable to an abyss monster!"

Old Master Chen Hongye clutched his chest, panting heavily, his voice suddenly pitching higher.

"You must know that what I am in control of right now is none other than the body of Old Master Chen Hongye, the former number one figure of the Tiannan Family!"

"Back then, for the grand plan after my resurrection, I racked my brains and picked countless vessels, ultimately choosing this Physical Body that could be called perfect."

"This person was naturally endowed with extraordinary talent, and his Solidification ability was even more transcendent and refined. Even when aged and frail, his Physical Body's defense was not something ordinary body enhancers like you could break..."

He abruptly raised his head, staring fixedly at Fang Cheng.

"Just what kind of monster are you?"

Within those scarlet eyes were full of perplexity and questioning.

It was as if Fang Cheng's very existence was a huge challenge to his cognitive understanding of over a hundred years of life.