520: Chapter 520 Killing Machine, Testing Physical Strength

Hearing the opponent blurt out these words, Fang Cheng's eyes behind the mask flickered slightly.

He pretended to be calm, then sneered:

"It seems my reputation is quite big, since even you know of it."

"If I guess correctly, you guys from Utopia and the Noah Organization are in cahoots, and have many shady dealings in secret."

"No wonder when the Noah Dongdu Branch was destroyed back then, the Special Investigation Team hunted down the remnants for over a month with meager results."

"Among this, you guys must have been secretly providing cover for them, right?"

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Fang Cheng stood tall with his head held high, sweeping his sharp gaze across the opponent, deliberately striking a pose of someone who had everything under control.

Ghost Sickle did not reply, only staring fixedly at that pale ghost mask, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

As a member of "Utopia", how could he not know about the ruthless character who had recently risen to fame in Dongdu and single-handedly overturned the Noah branch?

Information regarding the notorious monster "White Owl" was not only detailed in the organization's archives.

But also because of his bloody feat of slaughtering hundreds of people, which had piqued the interest of that lord.

During the organization gathering a while ago, everyone even talked about him, saying they would become friends through fighting, and tried to track down this person's whereabouts to recruit him under Utopia.

Unexpectedly, he would meet him at this time and in this manner.

Ghost Sickle's thoughts raced, and his eyes flashed slightly.

If the person in front of him really was White Owl, then everything made sense.

Why did he harbor such great hostility towards the Noah Organization, targeting them everywhere and Driving them to extinction?

Why was it that after being wanted by the Special Investigation Team, he was now mixed up with the authorities and openly serving as a commissioner?

Because all of this was aimed at the behind-the-scenes organization "Utopia".

Moreover.

Two weeks ago, the man who killed Xuanzhen in Tiannan Province and disrupted the organization's plan happened to match his appearance and profile.

He also burned with golden flames all over his body, was equally muscular, and excelled at using fists and violence to solve problems.

As several identities gradually overlapped, the image of the person in front of him also became clear.

"I see…"

Ghost Sickle muttered to himself, the many chaotic doubts in his mind suddenly connecting into a line.

He raised his hand to touch his left ear, recalling the residue of the earpiece shattered by the bullet earlier.

At this moment, he finally understood.

"That gunshot just now, you didn't miss at all."

Ghost Sickle's low voice gradually grew excited, his tone carrying the certainty of seeing through the truth:

"Your purpose was simply to cut off the connection between me and Night Owl."

"You wanted to conceal the identity of White Owl, and even more, you wanted to conceal… the secret that the Special Investigation Team had long been cooperating with White Owl in secret!"

This was definitely a heaven-shaking scandal.

The authorities had actually recruited this murderous lunatic, and even used him to clear out underground forces and deal with the "law-abiding" Utopia.

If word got out, Director Ling Shaofeng's position probably wouldn't be stable, and he would inevitably face impeachment.

Speaking of which, this matter indeed completely matched the style of that mad dog surnamed Ling.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was slightly stunned.

The first half was correct, but the second half went a bit too far.

He never expected that the mask he casually slapped on would accidentally open up the opponent's imagination.

He did not deny it, but instead went with the flow and nodded slightly.

"Your insight is quite good."

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, displaying a bit of the demeanor of someone in a superior position:

"As one of the dignified top three ace assassins of the Black Shark Organization and a core backbone of Utopia, how could I hope to deal with you with a mere bullet?"

"That would be contempt for the enemy, and also disrespect from a junior towards a Senior."

While speaking, he took a proud step forward.

Crack.

The gravel under his feet was instantly ground into dust.

Ghost Sickle's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Not only did the opponent know he was an assassin of Black Shark, but even his ranking within the organization was crystal clear to him?

Tonight's operation was definitely not an accidental encounter, but a long-planned hunt.

However, the identities between the hunter and the prey seemed to have already been reversed.

"In order to express my utmost respect…"

Fang Cheng's voice came through the mask, sounding somewhat muffled, but adding a few more points of oppressive pressure.

He twisted his neck, his joints cracking like thunder.

"In the upcoming battle, I will absolutely not hold back."

As the words sounded, that ferocious ghost mask seemed to come alive, completely fusing with his stern face.

A substantial Evil Qi erupted from him as the center, a ferocity that could only be condensed after slaughtering countless living beings.

At this moment, he was no longer a clerk of the Special Investigation Team, nor was he a tough guy trying to reason things out.

Instead, he was a fiend who had finally cast off his disguise and crawled back to the human world from Hell.

"Between the two of us, we shall decide both superiority and life or death."

"Decide life or death?"

Ghost Sickle laughed out of extreme anger, reaching into the tool case at his waist and grabbing two lumps of grey clay.

Since each other's secrets had been broken open, there was nothing left to hold back about.

Let go completely and have a big fight!

"Good! Very good! Since you are White Owl, you are even more worth killing!"

A fierce red light flourished in his eyes, and a cruel grin surfaced on his face.

"Tonight, either you die or I perish!"

While speaking, his hands waved abruptly, his ten fingers bouncing rapidly in the air, as if playing an invisible piano.

"C2, Spider Swarm Wandering Thunder!"

The clay he was just holding in his hand instantly turned into countless tiny grey particles and scattered out.

In mid-air, those clays seemed to be injected with life energy, rapidly wriggling and stretching.

In the blink of an eye, they turned into hundreds of fingernail-sized, spider-shaped clay figurines.

Rustling—

A scalp-tingling crawling sound followed.

These clay spiders unexpectedly all came alive.

Their abdomens flickered with dangerous red light, seeming to contain a certain terrifying energy.

One after another, they surged towards Fang Cheng like a tide along the dusty ground and exposed concrete walls, sealing off all his routes of advance and retreat.

Looking at this dense minefield, Ghost Sickle's mouth curved up, and his heart settled greatly.

This was his proudest masterpiece.

Every single clay spider was a miniature high-explosive grenade.

And the swarm of hundreds of spiders spreading out could serve as an omnidirectional, dead-angle-free defense net, and could also move according to his thoughts at any time, transforming into missiles tracking the target.

Even if Fang Cheng unleashed a massively powerful offensive method once again, so what?

Even if his speed was faster and his strength fiercer, so what?

In front of this offensive-defensive integrated "Spider Swarm Mine Array", any blind charge would only turn into a suicidal fireworks show.

Ghost Sickle retreated his figure, hanging on a crossbeam, looking down at Fang Cheng from a high position, his eyes full of mockery:

"White Owl, without that layer of golden turtle shell, let's see how you withstand my offensive moves."

"Next, I will let you appreciate what the art of explosion is!"

While speaking, the vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly burst with red light, flashing endlessly at a high-frequency rhythm.

"Go to Hell!"

Swish swish swish swish—

Dozens of clay spiders carrying the sound of breaking air sprang up from the surrounding walls and ground.

Like a grey rainstorm, they completely blocked all dodging space around the target.

Facing this overwhelming offensive, Fang Cheng's expression was calm, still standing in place.

Boom boom boom boom—

In the blink of an eye, flames soared into the sky, and gravel splashed.

The moment dozens of clay spiders made contact with Fang Cheng's body, they were all detonated.

High-temperature flames and shockwaves raged within the empty floor, frantically tearing at his body, attempting to blow this flesh-and-blood body into pieces.

"Hahaha, don't blame me for not reminding you, my bombs are not just immobile inanimate objects!"

Ghost Sickle laughed wildly aloud, seemingly having already seen the opponent's fragmented and miserable state.

But the next second, the smile curving up the corner of his mouth froze on his face.

Amidst the flames generated by the explosion, that figure wearing a white mask still stood upright like a javelin in place, not moving a single bit.

In reality, Fang Cheng couldn't be bothered to dodge at all.

The Physique attribute as high as 80 points made his muscle density reach a degree that humans could not understand.

In terms of absolute hardness, perhaps it couldn't compare to steel.

But resisting the shockwaves generated by explosions did not rely solely on hardness; it relied even more on the toughness of the Physical Body.

Even if Fang Cheng did not activate Tyrant Body at this moment.

Those shockwaves sufficient to blow off an ordinary person's limbs hitting his body.

Aside from chipping off a little bit of dead skin and leaving behind shallow bloodstains, they simply could not cause substantive damage.

Even in less than a second, those insignificant injuries had already completely healed, restoring to their original state.

Unless directly hitting the vital parts of the facial features...

But these weaknesses were now perfectly protected by the mask worn on his face.

Right now, he was simply borrowing this so-called "art of explosion" to test the strength of his pure Physical Body.

"Just this little capability? Are you setting off firecrackers?"

Fang Cheng's voice came out from the flames, carrying undisguised mockery.

Before his voice fell, the sole of his foot heavily stomped the ground.

Thud!

The ground trembled, and his whole person, like a heavy tank, actively slammed into the group of Spider Swarm Wandering Thunder attempting to block him.

Along with a series of dense explosion sounds, that black figure forcefully tore through the curtain of fire.

"How is that possible?!"

Ghost Sickle's eyelids jumped wildly, and panic gripped his heart.

Before he could react, taking advantage of the momentum, Fang Cheng had already leaped up, a forceful and heavy whip kick sweeping horizontally across.

Whoosh—

The wind of the leg tore through the air, emitting a harsh shrill sound.

Ghost Sickle's expression changed abruptly.

But after all, he was a top expert seasoned in a hundred battles.

At this critical juncture, his entire body was like boneless soft mud, his upper body weirdly folding backward by ninety degrees.

Narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.

Boom!

The whip kick swept empty, heavily lashing onto the crossbeam where Ghost Sickle was located.

That concrete-poured beam seemed to be smashed by a battering ram, revealing twisted broken ends of steel bars.

"Dodged it…"

Ghost Sickle's heart pounded wildly.

But before he could finish exhaling that breath, an Iron Fist had abruptly appeared on his chest.

Too fast!

Fang Cheng's combo skill sequence actually had no recovery time at all.

Bang!

This punch solidly smashed onto Ghost Sickle's chest.

The evil eye at the center of Ghost Sickle's brow instantly bloomed with red light.

That familiar sense of nihility came from Fang Cheng's fist edge once again.

Rumble!

Not far away, several clay spiders that were still crawling suddenly self-detonated without warning.

The terrifying kinetic energy of Fang Cheng's punch, sufficient to pierce through steel plates, was forcibly extracted by the evil eye and transferred again to those "Wandering Thunder".

Taking advantage of the residual push of this punch, Ghost Sickle, like a frightened giant bat, quickly glided backward, pulling open the distance.

But how could Fang Cheng give him a chance to catch his breath?

"Can you run away?"

The red light in Fang Cheng's eyes behind the mask flashed, his feet exerted force, and his arms turned into afterimages.

Infinite Combo!

Bang bang bang bang bang—

Ghost Sickle was just like a sandbag, once again suffering this storm-like bombardment just like before.

Every time a fist fell, it would be accompanied by a violent explosion around.

Boom boom boom boom boom—

The dense explosion sounds merged into one piece on the top floor of the half-finished building, flames soaring to the sky, smoke and dust rising everywhere.

That was the clay bombs acting as substitutes detonating in martyrdom after the kinetic energy was transferred.

For a time, flames continued on the top floor of the half-finished building, as if conducting a demolition blasting.

While using his ability to offset the attacks, Ghost Sickle retreated in a flurry, still incessantly mocking:

"It's useless! White Owl!"

"As long as I have clay, your attacks are invalid!"

"Are you punching the air? Hahaha!"

Although he said so, the horror in his heart had long grown wildly like wild grass, difficult to curb.

"This monster… what on earth is going on?"

Looking at this tireless slaughter machine in front of him, Ghost Sickle felt his scalp go numb.

Clearly having exited that golden glowing special state, why did his strength and speed seem not to have decayed at all?

Even his own proud agile skills were simply like a joke in front of this "pretty boy".

Every punch of the opponent was as heavy as a battering ram, and every strike was so fast that he could hardly react in time.

If he didn't rely on the evil eye's conduction ability, he probably would have been beaten into mashed meat long ago.

Crack—

Rumble—

Finally, the top floor of the half-finished building, which had already been ravaged once, could no longer withstand the two people's such high-intensity trampling and serial explosions.

Accompanied by a loud bang, a large section of the floor slab collapsed.

Even the lower floors that lost their load-bearing pillars suffered as well.

The bodies of the two people fighting simultaneously lost support, falling towards the abyss-like darkness below.

...

In the weeds on the periphery of the half-finished building area.

An extinguished black SUV lurked quietly in the knee-deep weeds.

Xu Hao and Xiaosa hid in the car, holding high-power binoculars in their hands.

They were nervously watching that half-finished building continuously flashing with firelight in the night.

"Holy shit… Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Xu Hao muttered unceasingly, his hands holding the binoculars shaking, popping out three curses in a row.

"Is this fucking demolition?!"

Seemingly remembering some bad memories, under excitement, his elbow slipped, directly knocking over the thermos cup placed on the center console.

Boiling tea splashed all over his crotch, scalding him into a start.

But Xu Hao only bared his teeth and shook his legs twice, wiped casually, and immediately glued his eyes back onto the eyepiece, afraid of missing any single second of the wonderful scene.

"Brother Xiaosa, did you see clearly? Several floors of that building just now, with a boom, were gone!"

In the copilot seat, Xiaosa also held a pair of binoculars in his hand.

Although not making a fuss like Xu Hao, the fingers holding the lens barrel also appeared extra forceful.

Inside the lens, that highest thirty-three-story half-finished building seemed to have a legendary dragon stuffed inside.

From time to time, a floor exploded with firelight, and gravel fell like raindrops.

The whole building was continuously shaking violently, its outer walls constantly cracking, as if it would collapse at any time.

Even those very top layers...

In just that earth-shattering loud noise just now, a section instantly vanished.