522: Chapter 522 Miraculous Ability, Super Explosion Domain

Those were tens of thousands of crimson, bulging myofibrils.

They seemed to possess independent lives, waving dense tentacles as they frantically entangled and bit at the charred cross-section of the wound.

Viewed from afar, they looked very much like a swarm of rapidly multiplying red tubifex worms, fighting for control of this mutilated Physical Body.

During this proliferation process, the myofibrils also continuously secreted a kind of translucent, highly active mucus, attempting to forcibly pull the torn tissues back together.

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"Zizizi——"

Aside from the massive writhing granulation tissue, wisps of scalding white smoke even rose from the wound.

Accompanied by a thick stench of blood, this white smoke billowed up from the bloody hole in the thigh.

Viewed from a microscopic perspective, the cells at the wound were seemingly in a state of overclocked mitosis.

The violent metabolic reaction released astonishing heat, acting like the most efficient battlefield medical treatment to instantly complete high-temperature sterilization and biological bonding of the wound surface.

The severed arterial blood vessels were instantly reconnected, and the flesh and tendons recombined in the blink of an eye.

Before this overbearing and unbridled vitality, it seemed that any terrifying wound was not worth mentioning.

That ring of dead flesh carbonized by high temperature was directly and forcibly pushed off by the newborn granulation tissue.

Plop, plop.

A few drops of mucus carrying charred flesh fell onto the concrete beneath his feet, actually producing blue smoke and corroding out pitted small holes.

Creak, creak——

Deep within that incomparably gruesome penetrating wound, crisp sounds of bone friction followed closely after.

Under the extrusion of the muscles, the shattered bone fragments were also forcibly closed and reset, as if they were stubbornly glued together.

The entire process was as fast as if a fast-forward button of several thousand times had been pressed.

From the hypersonic metal jet piercing the thigh, to Fang Cheng standing up again from the ruins at this moment.

Only a dozen seconds had passed.

That horrifying bloody hole that was originally transparent from front to back had not only completely stopped bleeding, but had even begun to form a dark red hard scab.

At this speed, I'm afraid that in just another two or three minutes, even the newborn tender epidermis would be able to grow back, completely eliminating all fractures and hidden tendon injuries.

"..."

Ghost Sickle's smile completely stiffened, his throat feeling as though a dead mouse was stuck in it, unable to emit the slightest sound.

"Is this fucking still a human?!"

That kind of attack that could instantly melt through tank armor, yet he controlled his injuries within a single breath?

His eyes stared fixedly at Fang Cheng's thigh emitting white smoke, his pupils trembling violently.

You must know that in this world, although supernatural beings were bizarre and varied, "Super-speed Regeneration" was definitely a rare ability at the peak of the pyramid.

Compared to mental-type supernatural beings who were rare but traceable, or the dime-a-dozen strength and agility enhancement types.

This kind of ability that could defy the Law of nature and instantly reorganize the Physical Body was simply a supreme miracle of breaking through the shackles of life and leading to the summit of the evolutionary temple.

Suddenly, an even more shocking thought for Ghost Sickle surfaced in his mind.

"Could it be... the Tree of Life project has finally succeeded?"

As a core member of Utopia, he naturally had heard that the Noah Organization was carrying out a top-secret experimental project.

The core of this project was to modify human gene telomeres through retroviruses, attempting to break the Hayflick limit and create "New Humans" with infinite cell division capabilities, thereby achieving legendary eternal life and immortality.

However, the failure rate of this kind of experiment was one hundred percent.

Although all experimental subjects showed astonishing severed-limb regeneration abilities in the Early Stage, they would quickly develop various out-of-control symptoms post-procedure, eventually turning into a pile of rotting meat.

Because the price of this abnormal self-healing ability was burning spiritual energy and overdrawing the life Origin.

As early as half a year ago, the Dongdu Branch laboratory had a semi-finished experimental subject coded "Iron Head". After losing mental control, its Physical Body began to show signs of decay.

And just on the eve of preparing to put it into a cage and transport it to the headquarters, it happened to encounter an attack by a mysterious person...

The entire branch of the Red Tiger Gang belonging to Noah, hundreds of people along with multiple organizational cadres, were slaughtered completely, leaving rivers of blood at the scene.

According to subsequent investigations, the executor of that attack was White Owl.

Even behind it, there were signs of the Special Investigation Team participating.

"Could it be... after that warehouse massacre incident, you accepted the experimental modification of the Special Investigation Team?"

Ghost Sickle narrowed his eyes slightly, murmuring to himself:

"Impossible!"

He then shook his head again, self-negating:

"Even for the most successful experimental subject currently, every Rebirth would consume massive amounts of spirit and still rely on large amounts of nutrient solutions to sustain life, how could you be like a person with nothing wrong?"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng slowly raised his head.

"Modified human?"

As if hearing some joke, he leisurely shook his neck, a crisp "crack" sound emitting from between his bones.

"What I have is purely natural, forged through day-after-day persistent exercise and diligence, a Martial Artist's physique."

"Martial Artist? Who are you trying to fool!"

Ghost Sickle could no longer hold it in, roaring out.

What the fuck kind of Martial Artist! Which family's martial arts, when practiced to the depths, could make normal cells proliferate crazily like cancer cells?

With his suspicious personality, how could he possibly believe such nonsense!

Fang Cheng no longer paid attention to his impotent rage, simply casually patting the dust off his body.

The eyes beneath the mask were shockingly bright, leaking an almost scorching excitement, like two leaping flames burning.

That was the signal that the hunting instinct was completely ignited.

"Is this all of your ability? It's still not exciting enough."

Fang Cheng tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a competitive intent:

"Ghost Sickle, I hope your clay explosives haven't run out yet."

Before his voice fell, the muscles of the thigh that had just scabbed over suddenly tightened, emitting a faint sound like steel ropes twisting together.

Then, his right foot heavily stepped onto the rubble-filled ground.

"Boom!"

A loud sound like muffled thunder.

The thick concrete slope beneath his feet instantly collapsed and fell, spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly in all directions.

Utilizing this terrifying reaction force, Fang Cheng's body broke through the sound barrier once again.

Strikingly within the narrow floor ruins, he dragged out a visible white shockwave.

Without any nonsense, his fist swung out fiercely.

"Because the warm-up exercise has only just ended!"

This guy!

Ghost Sickle's pupils shrank violently, alarm bells ringing loudly in his heart.

According to common sense, the opponent had just recovered from severe injuries, exactly when the old strength was exhausted and the new strength had not yet been born.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the opponent's unstable injuries, pull back the distance, and use firepower coverage to deliver a fatal blow.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was simply an unadulterated lunatic!

He actually didn't care about the fragility of the newborn tissue at all, taking the initiative to launch an attack while injured, completely reversing the natural order!

"Boom——"

Yet another earth-shattering loud noise.

The violent wind of the fist carrying rubble directly smashed the pillar where Ghost Sickle had originally resided.

Ghost Sickle only had time to swing his body backward, narrowly avoiding this human cannonball.

The whole person quickly fled into the darkness and smoke.

"Want to run? No way!"

Fang Cheng roared angrily, his sole kicking the ground to pieces.

The whole person, like a cannonball leaving the chamber, ignoring gravity constraints, zigzagged forward in that vertical channel, following closely behind.

His naked body's muscles bulged, movements violent yet unconstrained.

One couldn't tell at all that half a minute ago, this was still an injured body whose thigh was almost melted through by a metal jet.

Even though Ghost Sickle's movement technique was eerie and extremely fast, resembling a flexible bat.

Yet in this narrow space, he still couldn't completely avoid Fang Cheng's tempest-like onslaught.

From time to time, a heavy punch like a battering ram, or a heavy leg blasted out like a hydraulic pile, carrying a shrill wind-breaking sound, would fiercely smash into his body.

Terrifying power vented out, concrete walls being easily destroyed like biscuits, rubble flying everywhere.

Fortunately, those clay spiders that had long been scattered out always followed within a range of dozens of meters around him like loyal guards.

At this moment, they displayed an astonishing automatic defense mechanism.

There was no need for Ghost Sickle to split his attention too much to control them.

These alchemy creations possessing simple biological instincts, the moment they sensed a fatal threat to their master, sprang up wave after wave.

They continuously lunged toward Fang Cheng's swinging fists and kicks, heroically self-detonating the instant they made contact.

"Boom boom boom——"

Dense firelight exploded between the two, forming barriers of high-temperature heat waves.

This was used to stall the footsteps of the closely pursuing muscle monster, while forcibly offsetting the impact force sufficient to split mountains and rocks.

Ghost Sickle retreated rapidly, taking cover behind the firelight and smoke generated by the continuous explosions.

Glancing at the damaged stairwell, he directly leaped down to the lower floor.

The internal structure of this half-finished building was intricate and complex, filled everywhere with broken walls, ruins, and exposed steel bars.

Originally, this terrain was an excellent battlefield for an extraordinary person like him who was agile and possessed long-range firepower coverage capabilities.

Unexpectedly, right now it couldn't fully display the due advantages at all.

"Damn it! Does this guy not have a sense of pain?!"

Ghost Sickle landed and rolled, looking up at the figure braving the explosive firelight and forcibly smashing through the wall to rush out, the corners of his eyes twitching crazily.

At this moment, he had already been thoroughly beaten awake.

What "Burst State"? What "Golden Tortoise Shell"?

The monster before his eyes didn't need those fancy abilities at all.

Even in its normal state, the strength, speed, and defense possessed by this physique were enough to comprehensively crush himself, an S-class superpower user.

Actually, this couldn't blame Ghost Sickle for not making adequate preparations before executing the mission.

Although the organization had evaluated the combat power level of the target person and provided relevant intelligence data.

But when he actually faced this kind of monster, it still exceeded the expected upper limit.

That feeling was like a hunter holding a rifle, thinking he was going to hunt a solitary wild wolf.

Only for the bushes to part and a starving Tyrannosaurus Rex to crawl out.

You must know that in the contempt chain of the extraordinary circle, pure physical enhancers were often at the very bottom.

Due to a lack of long-range methods and bizarre, unpredictable abilities, they were usually live targets in actual combat, toyed with in the palms of other superpower users.

If not for Ghost Sickle successfully transplanting this "Abyssal Demon Lizard Eye" on his forehead.

Relying solely on physical fitness a few times stronger than an ordinary person, he wouldn't even have the qualification to fight and exchange blows with experts above A-class.

Let alone becoming one of the three trump cards of the Black Shark Organization and being absorbed by Utopia as a core backbone.

And the guy in front of him not only possessed crushing-grade strength and speed, but also had an abnormality-to-the-extreme self-healing power.

This completely violated common sense.

Ghost Sickle at this very moment had practically become a plaything in the opponent's palms.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Another round of violent explosions.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the dim floor as bright as day.

Occasionally, a stray high-temperature beam cut open Fang Cheng's surface skin, stirring up a string of splashing fresh blood.

The burnt stench of flesh and skin being instantly carbonized permeated the air.

Fang Cheng didn't even frown.

This intense burning pain clearly spread throughout his entire body, far from making him shrink back.

Instead, it was like a high-concentration stimulant, completely stimulating the Vicious Beast instinct hidden deep within his body.

After these few rounds of hard-on-hard exchanges, he had roughly figured out the opponent's trump card.

That blood-red pupil growing on the forehead was indeed bizarre, able to swallow and transfer physical impact like a black hole.

But the Law of conservation of energy applied everywhere; this kind of transfer obviously had a processing upper limit.

Just now, during the continuous high-intensity explosions and pursuits, Ghost Sickle's evasion movements were obviously slightly half a beat slow.

Obviously, while controlling those roaming mines, he also had to urge the "Evil Eye" to transfer damage, causing an extremely heavy mental load on that guy.

"In that case..."

A flash of fierce light flickered in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Then I'll beat you until you completely explode, until that eye can no longer rotate!

"Rumble——"

The figures of the two constantly collided and fell within the half-finished building.

Fighting from the 33rd floor down to the 29th floor, they forcefully blasted through the floorboards, slaughtering all the way down.

The entire building trembled violently under the ravages of the two, load-bearing pillars snapping one after another.

If someone were standing in the distance gazing afar at this moment, they would see a highly visually impactful picture.

The tallest half-finished building standing erect in the dark night seemed to have turned into a huge firecracker tube.

Each floor flashed with dazzling firelight in turn, muffled explosions rising and falling like thunder.

As if a grand death firework was being set off inside the building body, it could collapse with a bang amidst this violent carnival at any time.

"No..."

Ghost Sickle was blasted flying by a punch once more, biting his teeth inwardly.

Although the kinetic energy was transferred, the force penetrating through his body still shook his internal organs to churn, a trace of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He somewhat forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, his feet plowing two scratch marks on the wall before barely stopping.

He couldn't keep wearing down like this.

This guy was simply a tireless killing machine.

He clearly wanted to rely on his monster-like physical stamina to exhaust all of his clay explosives alive.

Looking at the figure that smashed through the wall and rushed over rumblingly like a tank, Ghost Sickle's thoughts spun rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.

There was no other way, he could only risk it all and use that forbidden technique!

At this time, the two had fought through the floorboards all the way, already descending to the nineteenth floor.

This was the middle section of the waist of the entire half-finished building, connecting the top and the bottom.

It was also the area where Ghost Sickle had pre-buried traps most densely during the infiltration process.

"This is what you forced me to do..."

Ghost Sickle gritted his teeth, the murderous intent in his eyes instantly soaring.

The originally flustered expression was replaced by a ruthlessness of burning one's boats.

During the evasion process, his hands suddenly clasped together, as if devoutly praying to some deity.

That blood-red evil eye on his forehead bloomed with a heart-palpitating dark red light even more.

"C4, Symbiotic Vivification!"

Along with his low roar, a terrifying scene quietly occurred.

The hundreds of clay spiders originally lurking in the surrounding shadows and not yet detonated suddenly stopped moving at this moment.

Immediately afterward, their bodies seemed to lose their solid-state maintenance force, instantly melting into pools of grayish-white viscous liquid.

These liquids did not drip down; instead, like a living bacterial mat, they frantically penetrated inward along the tiny gaps of the walls, pillars, and floorboards.

And the dozen or so C1 explosives previously deployed on the load-bearing beams and pillars also simultaneously decomposed and fused at this moment.

In a mere half a second.

The originally grayish and rough concrete surface all around actually bloomed with a layer of eerie greasy gloss.

As if the building structure of the entire floor had been injected with some kind of highly active alchemy solvent.

Fang Cheng, who was preparing to launch another charge, suddenly paused his steps.

Keen perceptiveness told him that the surrounding air had changed.

It became viscous, sultry, and filled with extremely dangerous unstable factors.

It seemed that an invisible barrier had quietly opened.

"Hum——"

A sound of extremely low-frequency vibration suddenly sounded in the air.

That sound was muffled and oppressive, like a sigh from the building, or like countless hearts beating violently at the same frequency.

The surrounding reinforced concrete building structure actually began to produce visible micro-vibrations along with it, dust falling in rustles.

Every inch of the wall on this floor, every pillar, and even every floor tile beneath the feet.

Seemed at this moment to have been transformed into high-energy explosives containing terrifying power.

Ghost Sickle had sweat streaming all over his face, yet grinned into a mad-to-the-extreme smile.

He spread his arms wide, as if embracing this upcoming feast of destruction, his voice hoarse and high-pitched:

"White Owl, feel honored!"

"Tonight, this building is your grave!"

"Domain Expansion——Infinite Explosion Hive!"

(End of Chapter)