519: Chapter 519 Speed ​​and Explosion, So You're Bai Xiao

Fang Cheng's clothes shattered in an instant, turning into butterflies dancing all over the sky, swept into the endless darkness by the wind.

Ghost Sickle's eyes suddenly widened, the depths of his pupils reflecting a scene that completely shattered his worldview.

The appearance of the originally gentle, elegant, and even somewhat scholarly young man before him had actually undergone a non-human transformation in an instant.

If he was a gentle sheep a second ago, he had practically transformed into a man-eating beast this second.

Every muscle on his body was sharply defined, as if they were alloy armor forcibly compressed and forged by a hydraulic press.

Most importantly—

Beneath that oppressive V-shaped torso, there was only a tight pair of red underwear left.

That splash of bright red was exceptionally eye-catching in the night, yet it also exuded a primal wildness.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a perverted exhibitionist who had escaped from somewhere.

"What do you want to do..."

The corner of Ghost Sickle's mouth twitched slightly, and he subconsciously gripped the dagger in his hand tighter.

The scene before him made it impossible for his mind not to wander to the wrong place.

How was this guy still some clerical staff member of the Special Investigation Team?

He was clearly a super-male monster with off-the-charts hormones!

In his over ten years of career as an assassin, he had never seen a madman who stripped himself completely naked before a fight.

Furthermore,

even across a distance of over ten meters, that surging blood energy, which baked the surrounding air like a furnace, still made his skin feel burning hot.

It was as if he was not facing a human being at this moment, but a volcano about to erupt.

Fang Cheng stood in place, a faint layer of golden flames swirling around his body.

He slowly raised his left hand; the gold-rimmed glasses held in his palm had long since been severely deformed.

*Screech!*

The exquisite glasses that represented his refined image were instantly crushed into a clump of iron dregs under his terrifying finger strength.

The crisp sound of metal breaking was exceptionally harsh in the quiet floor.

"You're actually a physical enhancer too? And a strength-type at that?"

Ghost Sickle's eyes flickered, his entire body's muscles tensed like a fully drawn bow.

While secretly preparing for battle, his brain worked rapidly, trying to re-evaluate the situation before him.

"Whether I'm a strength-type..."

Fang Cheng's lips parted, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth, and his smile appeared exceptionally chilling amidst the billowing heat rising from his body.

"Won't you know once you try?"

Before his voice could fade,

*Crack!*

The concrete floor beneath Fang Cheng's feet suddenly caved in, forming a pit, and cobweb-like cracks instantly spread in all directions.

It was like the starting gun for the battle.

His figure vanished from where he stood.

Ghost Sickle was about to reply when his eyelids suddenly twitched wildly.

A strong warning of death tightened his scalp, and the hairs all over his body stood on end in an instant.

No, he hadn't vanished.

It was because he was too fast!

So fast that the retina couldn't capture it at all, so fast that it exceeded the speed of sound.

*Boom!*

Immediately after, a delayed sonic boom exploded in the air.

Fang Cheng charged forward at extreme speed, enveloped in a visible white conical shockwave cloud.

That was proof of his Physical Body breaking through the sound barrier.

In the blink of an eye, an Iron Fist burning with golden flames had already struck right in front of Ghost Sickle.

There were no fancy tricks, only ultimate speed and power.

During the seemingly casual conversation just now, Fang Cheng had already secretly completed charging his "Qilin Arm," activating his five-second "True Man" Unyielding state.

All for this moment's thunderous strike.

No matter when or where, no matter what abilities the opponent possessed or what trump cards they hid,

the best choice was always to strike first to gain the upper hand, striving to kill the enemy with a single blow!

"Too fast!"

Standing opposite him, Ghost Sickle's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and his brain didn't even have time to issue an order to dodge.

His body merely relied on highly tempered combat instincts to block by holding the special alloy dagger in his hand horizontally in front of his chest.

The moment the Iron Fist hit the dagger, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

*Clang—*

The dagger that had followed Ghost Sickle for many years and tasted countless drops of blood warped and deformed like a noodle the moment it contacted the fist.

Immediately after, its metal structure could not withstand the terrifying kinetic energy that was enough to destroy steel armor.

In the blink of an eye, it shattered into countless glittering fragments, splashing in all directions.

"C1, Kinetic Energy Transfer!"

At this life-or-death moment, Ghost Sickle screamed frantically in his heart.

The sarcoma-like black mole between his brows suddenly burst with red light, like an evil eyeball forcing itself open in the darkness.

Fang Cheng's fist did not lose its momentum, slamming fiercely into Ghost Sickle's crossed arms and chest with devastating, violent power.

However, at this very moment, the air around Ghost Sickle seemed to warp eerily.

The red light blooming between his brows even shone through his flesh, illuminating the contour of his skull.

Fang Cheng felt as if his fist had smashed into a bottomless vortex.

The force that was enough to shatter a load-bearing pillar actually produced a bizarre sense of draining the moment it contacted Ghost Sickle's body.

The terrifying force of this punch seemed to be instantly captured by that "evil eye."

It acted like an extremely precise energy splitter, converting the massive kinetic energy into some high-frequency pulse and instantly conducting it in a targeted manner to the surrounding medium.

Feeling the sensation of hitting nothingness from his fist, a cold, sharp glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

"One punch isn't enough?"

"Then a hundred punches!"

Without the slightest hesitation, taking advantage of the close-quarters combat, his large back muscle groups suddenly contracted, and his arms instantly turned into blurry afterimages.

Skill effect, "Infinite Combo" activated!

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—*

Dense sonic booms instantly exploded in the air, as if an autocannon were firing frantically right next to one's eardrums.

Fang Cheng's fists were like an out-of-control hydraulic pile driver, throwing over a hundred punches within 0.1 seconds.

Every punch carried a white shockwave, turning into a sky full of golden fist shadows that completely submerged Ghost Sickle.

That overwhelming kinetic energy was frantically extracted by that "evil eye" along Ghost Sickle's body and instantly conducted in a targeted manner to the surrounding medium.

*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!*

The first to suffer were the walls and load-bearing pillars around Ghost Sickle.

Even though all of Fang Cheng's punches landed on Ghost Sickle, the concrete walls beside him cracked inch by inch amidst the deafening roar.

In an instant, countless shocking pits and web-like cracks exploded within the unfinished building.

The hard concrete floor was forcibly pried open by the violent shockwaves.

Flying gravel splashed in all directions like shrapnel from a gun, instantly turning the surrounding rusted guardrails into twisted scrap metal.

The clay bombs Ghost Sickle had pre-deployed on the top floor exploded one after another as the red light on his forehead flashed frantically, attempting to serve as vents to absorb the massive kinetic energy.

But this power was too great, too violent!

The small amount of clay serving as the medium on the top floor instantly overloaded like several burst balloons, turning to ash in less than half a second.

"Not enough! Still not enough!!"

Ghost Sickle roared in his heart; the black mole on his forehead had already completely torn open, revealing a crimson vertical pupil.

The terrifying kinetic energy that was too late to vent and remained in his body—enough to kill him—was forced to continue rushing elsewhere along the invisible connection, searching for a new outlet.

*Rumble—*

Finally, a dull roar thundered from somewhere downstairs.

Those were the dozen-plus clay bombs Ghost Sickle had planted on other floors while heading upstairs earlier.

At this moment, the terrifying destructive power poured out by Fang Cheng's fists actually bypassed spatial limitations, being forcibly "grafted" onto those bombs.

As several thick load-bearing pillars downstairs shattered simultaneously, the entire thirty-three-story unfinished building trembled violently.

The ground beneath the feet of both men suddenly sank, as if a minor earthquake had occurred.

*Bang!*

Although most of the kinetic energy had been transferred, the impact force generated by the energy overload was still terrifying.

Ghost Sickle was sent flying like a broken kite, but he also successfully escaped the range of Fang Cheng's fists.

His back slammed into the exposed, rusted rebar guardrails at the edge of the unfinished building.

*Screech—*

Several solid rebars as thick as thumbs were actually bent into twisted shapes, barely stopping his backward momentum.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Amidst the swirling dust, Ghost Sickle knelt on one knee.

Although he looked in a wretched state and his clothes were tattered, there were no fatal injuries to be seen on his body.

He wiped the dust from his face, his eyes holding a morbid ecstasy in addition to shock.

"That was close... 0.1 seconds later and I would have been turned into mincemeat."

"Fortunately, I planted enough bombs beforehand."

Gasping for breath, Ghost Sickle stared intently at that robust, golden-glowing figure standing in the dust, his heart in turmoil.

This power... was simply unreasonable!

If he had relied on ordinary defensive means just now, even with a bulletproof shield in hand, he would have definitely had a bloody hole punched through him.

Fortunately, the ability he possessed could completely counter enhancers who relied purely on physical strength.

It was precisely because of this special ability that he had been dispatched by the organization to execute the mission of capturing the killer.

Ghost Sickle subconsciously touched the burning hot "black mole" on his forehead.

This was not an ordinary skin tumor, nor was it a natural organ.

Rather, it was surgically transplanted after he barely survived in that hellish laboratory.

The third eye of the abyss creature, the "Ghost-Eyed Demon Lizard."

In the words of those scientists, this thing could be called a "Biological Detonating Gland."

As early as hundreds of millions of years ago in ancient times, many reptiles possessed a third eye with miraculous functions.

It was only with the changes in Earth's environment and the passage of biological eras that this organ gradually degenerated, eventually hiding in the long river of evolution and completely disappearing from the physical structure of modern organisms.

Yet the demon lizard eye he transplanted possessed an extremely rare characteristic of "energy conduction and resonance."

It could secrete a colorless and odorless "Ether Catalyst Enzyme," which normally mixed into the special clay explosives through his sweat and blood.

Once this clay was mixed with the catalyst enzyme, it was as if it possessed active cells, turning into an extremely sensitive biological bomb.

Detonating them did not require any remote control; instead, it relied on this eye to emit a specific "high-frequency biological pulse."

The higher the frequency, the more targets were detonated, and the greater the explosive power.

Of course, his consciousness, which consumed a large amount of mental energy, would also become correspondingly unstable.

Therefore, this demon lizard evil eye was usually sealed away.

At this moment, as his ability operated, the sarcoma-like black mole on Ghost Sickle's forehead had completely turned dark red and was burning hot.

It finally truly became a bloody vertical pupil opening in the darkness, emitting a heart-palpitating red light.

The cold night wind swept across the empty floor, and the dust filling the air was quickly blown away.

Fang Cheng stood in place, maintaining his punching posture.

Along with a "hissing" sound like a pressure cooker releasing steam, the blood energy boiling like lava inside his body began to calm.

The muscle groups that had expanded like a monster's rapidly retracted like hydraulic rods.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his original fair, lean, and even slightly frail appearance.

And under the baptism of the violent explosion and shockwaves just now, not even a speck of dust or a scratch was left on his seemingly tender skin.

"Oh? You're actually not dead yet?"

Looking at Ghost Sickle standing back up, Fang Cheng raised his brow slightly, a hint of surprise also flashing in his eyes.

He was well aware of the weight of his punches just now.

With the Qilin Arm charged, combined with the enhancement of the Unyielding state, plus the terrifying kinetic energy of breaking through the sound barrier, and the power of "Infinite Combo."

Let alone a person, even a fully loaded heavy truck would have been instantly blown to pieces.

Not only was the opponent not dead, but he didn't even have any obvious penetrating wounds.

Fang Cheng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the residual scorched marks on his fists.

Then he raised his head and looked at the bloody eye between Ghost Sickle's brows, lost in thought:

"So that's how it is."

"First, continuous explosions nearby, then a violent explosion downstairs..."

With thoughts racing in his mind, a sharp light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

In the battle just now, the sensation of the fists landing was very strange, as if striking into a vortex of nothingness.

The force was forcibly directed to other objects by some mechanism, which shared a similar wonder with the legendary "Hitting the Cow Across the Mountain."

But this transmission was obviously not without cost, and it had strict media limitations.

Fang Cheng's gaze passed over Ghost Sickle's shoulder, landing on the half-open toolbox behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Your ability requires consuming those special clays, right? And... the amount you carry with you doesn't seem to be much."

"Hmph, self-righteous!"

Ghost Sickle's face remained cold, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The shock of having his trump card seen through was immediately replaced by a surge of shame and anger in his heart.

As a core member of "Utopia" and the ace assassin of the Black Shark Organization, when had he ever been suppressed and beaten like a child?

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes staring fixedly at his opponent, who had already returned to his "lean" physique.

The opponent was clearly the real target of this mission.

The performance just now was simply to deceive him.

And at this moment, the golden flames on Fang Cheng's body gradually receded into his body.

The terrifying, suffocating pressure also vanished.

Standing there, he seemed to have transformed back into that weak clerical worker who couldn't even lift a finger.

"Hehe..."

Ghost Sickle suddenly laughed, the wariness in his eyes rapidly fading, revealing the composure of someone who had also seen through his opponent's trump card:

"Looking at your current state, you must have entered a weakened state after your burst of power, right?"

"That makes sense. How could that non-human state possibly last forever?"

He straightened his back and stretched his limbs.

After withstanding Fang Cheng's incredibly violent attacks, his confidence in his words had increased out of thin air.

"Although your ability's burst power is indeed strong, it's nothing more than Cheng Yaojin's three axe strokes. Once the time passes, you're just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

"As for me, I haven't truly exerted my full strength yet."

The corner of Ghost Sickle's mouth curled into an arc, and he cracked his slightly stiff knuckles:

"You had a great time beating me up just now, didn't you? Now, it should be my turn!"

Facing Ghost Sickle's cold mockery, Fang Cheng did not respond, his expression remaining extremely calm.

It was as if the muscular brute who had violently beaten his opponent just now was not him at all.

He didn't even spare a glance at Ghost Sickle, merely walking slowly to the side and bending down to pick up the blue canvas bag hidden in the corner.

Under Ghost Sickle's puzzled gaze,

Fang Cheng casually tossed the shoulder bag containing the "confidential documents" out of the unfinished building like throwing away trash.

"Swoosh—"

The canvas bag tumbled down into the pitch-black sky, disappearing into the vast night.

Immediately after, something else appeared in his hand.

A white demon mask.

Fang Cheng calmly put the mask over his face.

When those eyes opened again through the holes of the mask, a killing intent even more pure and blazing than before instantly locked onto Ghost Sickle.

Ghost Sickle looked at the mask, which was eerily pale under the moonlight and flashed with a crimson gaze.

His pupils shrank violently as he vaguely realized something.

That design, that look in the eyes...

"A white demon mask... golden flames..."

He cried out in shock, his voice involuntarily turning shrill:

"So you are White Owl?!" (End of Chapter)