523: Chapter 523 Surpassing S-Rank, Flying Out of the Sea of ​​Hellfire

"Hum——Hum——Hum——"

That indescribable low-frequency sound wave endlessly echoed in the enclosed space like a tsunami.

In an instant, it flooded the entire floor, forming a bizarre resonant force field.

This sound exceeded the limits of human hearing, acting directly on the cerebral cortex nerves.

Fang Cheng felt as if tens of thousands of screaming cicadas had been crammed into his brain, and his sense of balance was instantly stripped away.

The scene in front of his eyes began to double, and his footsteps involuntarily staggered.

Fortunately, his Mental Energy and agility attributes had long surpassed the limits of carbon-based lifeforms, and his physical control had reached an unimaginable level.

In merely the gap of a single breath, his spine violently vibrated, forcefully dispelling the dizziness and stabilizing his figure.

However.

The invisible barrier all around had completely closed, locking him tightly in the center like a trapped beast.

Ghost Sickle seized Fang Cheng's brief stiffness, the light of the evil eye between his brows flashing rapidly, its frequency already reaching the extreme.

An incomparably scorching Aura, along with the climbing resonant frequency, finally achieved a Breakthrough past the dangerous critical point.

"Right now!"

Ghost Sickle's eyes turned fierce, his face swelling to a purplish-red as he let out a hysterical roar.

"Rumble——"

In an instant, the activated floor seemed to transform into a closed reactor.

Every single area released high-energy detonation waves comparable to C1 bombs at this moment.

The originally solid building structure instantly disintegrated, turning into a giant light-heat net filled with tens of thousands of high-explosion points, carrying the will to destroy everything and completely swallowing Fang Cheng's figure.

This was Ghost Sickle's ultimate forbidden technique— "Infinite Explosion Hive".

Within this Domain, hundreds of roaming mines and pre-planted clay bombs merely served as ignition catalysts.

The true destructive power originated from the subsequent chain explosion reactions.

Once the barrier closed, the clay that melted into a liquid would continuously devour surrounding entities, transforming them into highly unstable explosive media.

Infinitely splitting, detonating one by one, layering layer upon layer, until all matter within the Domain was completely blasted away.

It was like a miniature reactor undergoing uncontrolled nuclear fission, or rather, an absolutely enclosed high-pressure furnace.

The explosive power generated in this environment was not a simple physical shock, but a destructive storm mixed with high-temperature plasma.

Its core temperature was sufficient to completely melt a heavy main battle tank in an instant, leaving not even slag behind.

Such a dangerous and powerful ability had long since exceeded the category of S-rank ability users in its destructive power rating.

It could even be said to have stepped into the legendary Realm of Super S-rank.

Of course, this was also a double-edged sword.

Maintaining such a Heaven-Defying Domain required a massive amount of Mental Energy to be consumed.

Otherwise, the ability user acting as the carrier would simply be unable to control that incomparably violent turbulent energy.

Even an S-rank ability user specializing in the mental system could hardly sustain it for long, let alone a half-baked Ghost Sickle.

In less than a single second.

Ghost Sickle felt as if his brain was being stirred by a red-hot branding iron.

The blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead had opened to its limit, the corners of his eyes bursting open, blood pouring like a waterfall.

It felt as though it could explode at any moment, blinding him completely.

"Uh Ahhhh——"

The muscles on his face trembled violently, no longer able to suppress that world-destroying power.

The enclosed high-pressure furnace finally went out of control.

Boom!!!!!!

The energy compressed to the extreme found an outlet for release.

Instantly transforming into a visible white shock wave, it brutally tore apart all barriers between the upper and lower floors.

The terrifying wave of air, mixed with scorching tongues of fire, poured wildly in all directions like a breached flood.

Even Ghost Sickle, acting as the controller, could not completely avoid the impact, and was directly blown away by this terrifying backlash force.

His entire person was like a kite with a broken string, heavily flung out from the damaged opening of the unfinished building.

Seeing that he was about to fall from a height of a hundred meters and smash into a meat patty.

At that critical juncture, a mutation abruptly occurred beneath Ghost Sickle's combat uniform, which had been scorched and ruptured by the high temperature.

Clumps of grayish-white matter wriggled and emerged, looking at first glance like pale bone fragments shaken out by the shock wave.

But upon closer inspection, they were actually highly active specially-made clay.

Turns out, his torso and limbs beneath his clothes had long been wrapped in a layer of backup clay explosives.

At this moment, as if sensing their master's crisis, they rapidly expanded and deformed, forcefully extending a pair of wide grayish-brown wings behind him.

Simultaneously, several miniature jet holes split open on the soles of his feet and wingtips, continuously spewing blue and red intertwined tail flames.

That utilized the principle of "high-frequency pulse detonation", controlling tiny clay particles to undergo rapid explosion reactions, thereby generating propulsion power.

Ghost Sickle transformed his entire person like a strange bird, tracing an arc in the air.

Afterwards, he steadily hovered in the night sky a hundred meters away from the unfinished building.

At this moment, that building was welcoming its doom.

Centered on the nineteenth floor, a violent fire dragon soared into the sky, instantly swallowing multiple floors.

Thick load-bearing steel bars were forcibly twisted and snapped by immense force, emitting teeth-aching wails.

Countless burning gravel and huge chunks of concrete fell from high altitude like rain, smashing toward the ground and kicking up dust filling the sky.

Thick smoke and dust and towering flames obscured everything, making it completely impossible to see the scene inside.

Ghost Sickle looked down from above, overlooking the steel and concrete behemoth trembling and burning in the dark night.

Although the light of the blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead had dimmed a lot, his eyes still flickered with crazed elation.

A drop of dark red blood slid down from between his brows, crossed his cheek, and finally dropped from his chin.

At this moment, the blood vessels around the evil eye were completely bulged, presenting a heart-palpitating cyan-purple pattern.

That was proof of severe Mental Energy overdraft.

Usually, Ghost Sickle would carefully Seal this eye away, disguising it as an ordinary fleshy mole.

Aside from deceiving others, more importantly, it was to conserve strength and store up energy, minimizing the escape of that precious energy.

Only at the most critical moments would he gradually undo the Seal, releasing that terrifying power sufficient to instantly turn the tide of battle.

Until tonight, when he encountered a perverted monster like White Owl that could not be explained by common sense.

He had no choice but to go all out, risking mental overload to pull off this near-suicidal fatal strike.

Ghost Sickle's chest heaved violently, gasping heavily.

Thinking of the terrifying self-healing power that monster had previously displayed, his heart still dared not harbor the slightest carelessness.

"It's not over yet... The biggest fatal move is still yet to come!"

Being suspended in mid-air, the howling night wind blew his tattered clothes fluttering loudly.

Ghost Sickle took a deep breath, enduring the needle-like sharp pain deep within his brain, and abruptly opened his hands wide, as if embracing the entire night sky.

"White Owl, before you die, properly appreciate the explosion art I've prepared for you!"

"C4, Chain Collapse!"

At this moment, what he detonated was not just all the remaining clay on the floor, but the fatal nodes of the entire building's mechanical structure.

Rumble rumble——

Amidst a series of dense directional demolitions, from the bottom foundation to the remaining twenty-odd floors of the building, it truly began to disintegrate.

Key load-bearing shear walls were pulverized, and core columns collapsed.

The building emitted its final wail before death, its massive body irretrievably tilting to one side.

Walls burst apart, and flames spewed forth.

Accompanied by an earth-shaking loud noise, the entire thirty-three-story unfinished building could no longer maintain its main structure.

The flame shock wave generated by the collapse roared and spread outward in all directions.

The overgrown grass within a hundred meters around the building was instantly burned to ashes, and billowing smoke and dust surged dozens of meters high like a tsunami.

Ghost Sickle hovered in the night sky, the pair of clay wings behind him constantly adjusting their jet angles to maintain his body's balance in the air.

He watched the continuously collapsing building below, a look of intoxication appearing on his face, as if appreciating an exquisitely beautiful painting.

In a trance, he seemed to be able to see that man's figure struggling and twisting in the Hell of blazing flames, ultimately being crushed alive by tens of thousands of tons of concrete.

In front of this pure destructive power, no matter how strong the physical body or how perverted the self-healing ability, what could it do?

To be honest, if it weren't for his own mental threshold being insufficient, unable to fully command the complete might of that evil eye, and still needing clay as a medium, he would be restricted.

Otherwise, with the explosion Domain ability he mastered, he could completely rank among the true Super S-rank sequence.

No, if measured solely by the destructive power caused.

Like this full-firepower situation right now, even those high-and-mighty Super S-rank monsters might not be able to compare to himself!

"White Owl, you underestimate Black Shark's trump card too much; my hidden cards go far beyond this..."

"This is the luxury grave I've prepared for you."

Ghost Sickle wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face once again hanging with that gloomy smile of controlling everything.

At the same time, his tense nerves finally relaxed, letting out a long breath in his heart.

He finally killed this monster!

The difficulty of this mission was practically Hell level; after returning, the rewards promised by the organization absolutely could not be any less.

I heard that Noah recently developed the "Deep Blue Type III" serum, which can enhance Mental Energy with relatively low side effects.

Also, the many Saints Relics collected by Utopia all over the world...

As long as I get these resources, my mental shortcomings can be made up for.

By then, the evil eye from the abyss creature would no longer be a burden that could bite back at any time.

Instead, it would become the crown for reaching the pinnacle of assassins and even dominating the entire dark world!

"Farewell, White Owl."

He took one last glance at the sea of fire reduced to ruins, preparing to turn and leave.

However, right at this moment.

An inexplicable palpitation, like an electric current, instantly surged across his back.

It was as if some terrifying predator was peeping from the dark, making all the hair on his body stand on end in an instant.

Ghost Sickle immediately stopped his momentum in mid-air, his gaze locked tightly onto a pipe shaft location in the core tube of the eighteenth floor below.

That was the structural support point of the entire building.

Even amidst such fierce bombardment, several of the thickest H-shaped steel beams and the remaining shear wall framework were still preserved.

Like the last standing spine in the ruins.

Under his bewildered and inexplicable gaze, a speck of golden light suddenly lit up within the Chaos cloud formed by dust and black smoke.

That speck of light flickered endlessly, growing bigger and brighter.

As if a shrunk sun was slowly rising from the ruins.

The light pierced through the thick smoke and dust like a sharp sword, even overshadowing the crimson firelight produced by the surrounding explosions.

"What is going on? Could that fellow still not be dead?!"

Ghost Sickle's pupils shrank abruptly, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

He widened his eyes, and the vertical pupil on his forehead also rotated uneasily.

Through the heavy smoke and firelight, he vaguely saw a bizarre scene that left his mouth wide open.

Within the crumbling, constantly collapsing skeleton of the building.

A naked man was hanging with both hands on a steel beam traversing the floor that was dozens of centimeters thick.

A cluster of brilliant golden flames gushed out from within his body, wrapping his entire person inside.

The emitted light drifted slowly like ribbons, rotating endlessly around his body.

What was even more marvelous was that this light did not expand wantonly in all directions, as if constrained by an invisible barrier.

When the light reached the edge of the range with a diameter of about two meters, it condensed and did not disperse.

Distinctly and completely isolating the smoke and firelight inside and outside the circle, forming an independent Domain of light.

Those continuously falling concrete fragments and twisted steel bars, the moment they contacted the halo of light, seemed to crash into an invisible force field, deflected and bounced away one after another.

They could only stir up ripples on the surface ofoppers the golden Qi blaze.

Under the blessing of this golden Domain, his defense and high-temperature resistance seemed to have been elevated to an unimaginable height.

The wounds suffered earlier in the infinite explosion, the large area of carbonized skin.

At this moment, under the nourishment of the golden light, it was regenerating flesh, scabbing, and healing at a rapid speed.

The charred dead skin fell off one after another, unexpectedly revealing the newborn tender skin underneath.

Ghost Sickle's heart beat wildly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"No... impossible! Under that kind of situation, how could this fellow still be alive?"

You must know that the "Infinite Explosion Hive" he unleashed was a forbidden technique that could even destroy heavily armored tanks!

What made Ghost Sickle feel even more creepy was Fang Cheng's behavior and demeanor at this moment.

Clearly located in the center of the ruins that could completely collapse at any time, he appeared exceptionally calm and unhurried.

Grabbing the steel beam with both hands, his body hung suspended in the air.

As if he was not experiencing a life-and-death disaster, but rather conducting some ancient and sacred training method amidst the raging fire.

It was as if his movements were extremely slow, even carrying an indescribable sense of heaviness.

As his body slowly pulled upward, the biceps and deltoids of his arms bulged and swelled, and blue veins protruded like earthworms.

Then, his legs also slowly curled up, the soles of his feet bracing against the remaining half-section of the thickened shear wall behind him.

His entire posture in mid-air was like being strung into a reflexed hard bow ready to fire.

The bowstring was that H-shaped steel beam tens of centimeters thick.

The arrow was naturally Fang Cheng's thoroughly tempered body.

And the targeted objective was Ghost Sickle a hundred meters high in the sky.

"Creak—— Creak——"

The heavy steel beam let out an unbearable moan, and actually began to show visible distortion and deformation under his two-handed pulling.

It seemed that tens of thousands of tons of hydraulic power were frantically compressing and accumulating inside this physique.

What was even more heart-palpitating was the form presented on Fang Cheng's back.

The spine was like an awakened Dragon, clicking and twisting violently.

The entire back muscle group bulged up due to frantic congestion.

A clearly distorted ghost face, as if crying silently, was thus vividly branded on his back.

Scorching steam gushed out from all the pores of his body, setting him off like a demon just salvaged from a melting furnace.

Ghost Sickle looked at this scene, his eyelids twitching wildly, a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart.

Is this fucking still a human?!

As his gaze flickered, watching the opponent surrounded by the sea of fire, hanging in mid-air looking as if he could neither advance nor retreat.

Ghost Sickle forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly regained his composure.

No matter how strong the opponent was, at least he still controlled air supremacy and occupied an advantageous position.

"White Owl, do you know why the organization sent me over?"

His voice grew heavy, shouting out loud:

"It's simply because my ability completely counters muscular monsters like you!"

While speaking, he quickly pulled out the last lump of clay from his toolbox, his hands rubbing it rapidly, elongating it into a sharp spear.

The spear tip flickered with a dangerous red light, exuding an Aura of death.

"Since you refuse to go to Hell, I might as well send you on your way!"

"Go to Hell for me!"

Saying that, he swung his arm fiercely.

The clay spear cut through the night sky, carrying a shrill screech, directly piercing toward that cluster of golden light.

And at the instant the spear left his hand, Fang Cheng's force accumulation seemed to have also reached its limit.

The crying ghost face on his back unexpectedly revealed a ferocious wild laugh.

"Bang——"

A deafening explosion.

The half-section of the shear wall kicked by his legs completely shattered instantly, turning into powder all over the sky.

At the same time, Fang Cheng suddenly loosened his hands.

The kinetic energy released at that instant was simply terrifying to the extreme.

His entire person catapulted out, drawing a visible white shockwave in the air, instantly crossing the hundred-meter night sky.

That speed, that Aura, was simply not something a human could possess; it was practically a humanoid cruise missile.

The spear thrown by Ghost Sickle had only flown a few dozen meters when it met this terrifying "human missile" in mid-air.

Fang Cheng did not make any dodging movements at all.

Just swaying slightly during high-speed Flight, he brushed past the spear at an unbelievable angle.

Even because the speed was too fast, the airflow stirred up blew the spear directly off course.

His forward momentum did not diminish in the slightest, still carrying a go-forward Aura, directly pouncing towards Ghost Sickle hovering in mid-air.

"What?!"

Ghost Sickle's eyes widened abruptly.

At this moment, he felt as if he were a seagull targeted by a megatooth shark rushing out from the deep sea.

That was the most primitive fear when a creature faced its natural enemy.

What kind of explosive force was this anyway?!

Although his heart was filled with horror, Ghost Sickle's reaction was extremely fast.

He then decisively detonated the missed spear, attempting to use the shockwave generated by the explosion to block the enemy.

"Boom——"

A huge fireball exploded in the airspace below the two of them.

The scorching heatwave slammed hard into Fang Cheng, and at the same time blew Ghost Sickle several meters upward.

Leveraging the wake sprayed by the clay wings, Ghost Sickle forcibly stabilized his figure in mid-air, a trace of luck having just risen in his heart.

However, before he could fully exhale that breath.

Snap!

A large hand carrying scalding white smoke tore through the firelight and fiercely grabbed his ankle.

"What?!"

Ghost Sickle looked down in panic.

What came into view was a ghost mask illuminated red by the firelight.

And a pair of eyes even hotter than the flames and deeper than the abyss.

"I've caught you, little bird."

Fang Cheng's voice echoed right beside his ear.

Appallingly calm, yet exuding a chill that froze Ghost Sickle's Soul.

This scene shockingly overlapped with the "high-altitude fall" imagery in Lin Chuqiao's prophecy.

However, at this moment, the offense and defense had reversed.

The Man in Black with wings had become a desperate prey, while Fang Cheng, who could not fly, was the true hunter.

(End of Chapter)