524: Chapter 524 Soaring Thousands of Meters into the Sky, a Super Fireworks Show

A figure wrapped in golden flames surged upward like an anti-gravity meteor.

Ghost Sickle's pupils suddenly constricted, giving him no time to make any evasive maneuvers.

Both of his ankles were already firmly gripped by Fang Cheng's large hands.

The sensation felt as if he had been bitten by a red-hot branding iron or a hydraulic iron clamp.

White smoke hissed as it rose, the force piercing straight into his bone marrow.

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If his legs hadn't been wrapped in clay, his flesh and blood would have instantly been scorched and crushed to pieces.

Dragged down by this terrifying force, Ghost Sickle's body suddenly sank, nearly causing him to stumble and fall from the sky.

But after all, he was a battle-hardened S-rank Awakened, and his astonishment lasted only for a split second.

Immediately afterward, his face was filled with fury as he roared sternly:

"Get the Hell away from me!"

The blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead instantly burst with red light.

The clay wings on his back sharply deflected their vector nozzles, erupting with violent exhaust flames.

Ghost Sickle rolled and sharply turned in the air like a fighter jet, attempting to use various maneuvers to shake off the burden on his body.

However, no matter how he roared and shuttled through the air, those hands not only did not loosen, but instead climbed upward along the way.

Even more terrifyingly, Fang Cheng's ten fingers were like hooks, embedding deeply into the clay armor on Ghost Sickle's legs.

An extremely bizarre force penetrated through the contact points, like countless silk threads entangling his legs, wrapping tighter the more he struggled.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng, like a predatory anaconda, had crawled up to Ghost Sickle's chest, face-to-face with him.

Then, his legs wrapped around his waist like steel whips, executing the "waist lock" technique from Jiu-Jitsu.

He firmly locked him down in a posture that could only be described as a dominating hold.

The two bodies thus floated in mid-air, pressed closely together.

Ghost Sickle could even clearly feel the scorching body temperature of the monster before him, as well as the heartbeat roaring steadily like a heavy engine.

Such a bizarre posture made this murderous Black Shark ace involuntarily shiver.

"Y-You… What do you want?!"

Ghost Sickle couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, his voice carrying a trace of thinly veiled shock and anger.

Fang Cheng grinned, revealing his pearly-white teeth.

Looking at the exoskeleton-like clay armor and wings on Ghost Sickle's body, a trace of banter flashed in his eyes:

"Is this your final reliance?"

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered as he stared closely at the blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead, as if admiring a rare work of art.

"Aside from that leader of your Utopia, your combat power can be considered the strongest I've encountered so far."

"It's just that as an assassin, always playing with explosives and not daring to go blow-for-blow with me in hand-to-hand combat really disappoints me."

Hearing this, Ghost Sickle's mouth twitched slightly.

He really wanted to curse him out as a lunatic!

Not using supernatural abilities when he had them, not taking advantage of air superiority, and playing close combat with a perverted muscle-man like him—was his brain in a pit?

Fang Cheng seemed to see through his thoughts, his own mouth likewise curving into an arc:

"Since you like playing bird-man so much."

"Alright, then let me tear your wings off one by one!"

Before his voice fell, Fang Cheng's muscles instantly bulged all over his body, and his free right hand clenched into a fist.

No special charging was needed, merely an eruption of inch-force.

"Bang—"

A muffled sonic boom exploded in the air.

Fang Cheng did not attack the explosive-natured clay armor on Ghost Sickle's body.

Instead, he swung his fist, aiming right at the evil eye serving as the energy core, and smashed it fiercely onto the opponent's forehead.

But the expected scene of a fractured skull and flying brain matter did not appear.

The moment their fists met, the crimson eye on Ghost Sickle's forehead suddenly brightened.

A certain bizarre ripple force field instantly covered his entire body.

That terrifying kinetic energy, sufficient to shatter steel plates, was once again instantly extracted and diverted by the evil eye, pouring entirely into the wings on his back.

"Boom—"

The clay wings, having absorbed the massive external kinetic energy, were like they had been injected with high-energy fuel.

The exhaust nozzles at the bottom suddenly expanded, spewing a scorching exhaust flame several times thicker than before.

A massive thrust erupted instantly.

The two of them instantly shot upward into the high altitude by dozens of meters like they were sitting on an out-of-control rocket.

Accompanied by a violent airflow turbulence, Ghost Sickle roared, manipulating the clay wings to control his balance before barely managing to hover again.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng was slightly stunned.

Then, as if he had discovered a new continent, the light in his eyes became even more scorching:

"Kinetic energy converted into propulsion? Somewhat interesting."

"Then let's see whether your conversion efficiency is high, or my fists are fast!"

As he spoke, he simply locked the opponent's waist with his legs, completely freed his hands, and activated the berserk beating mode of the "Infinite Combo".

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—"

With every punch smashed down, the wings behind Ghost Sickle erupted into a violent roar, spewing red and blue intertwined exhaust flames.

The principle of "high-frequency pulse detonation" was brought to the extreme at this moment.

The clay explosives making up the wings continuously underwent ultra-frequent explosive reactions, releasing propulsion dozens of times stronger than before.

As this special power System was activated, the two grappling in the air no longer fell downward.

Instead, in a posture that defied the common sense of physics, they continuously sprinted toward the higher night sky.

Gale winds whistled past their ears, and the scenery below began to shrink rapidly.

The buildings originally swallowed by the fire turned into a burning matchbox.

The entire unfinished building area seemed to have turned into building blocks scattered on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they had made a Breakthrough past an altitude of three hundred meters.

The strong weightlessness brought by this rapid ascent was enough to make anyone with a fear of heights faint on the spot.

"White Owl, what on earth do you lunatic want to do?!"

Ghost Sickle's heart trembled, and facing the howling gale, he shouted loudly:

"You can't even fly! Even if you successfully kill me, can you still return to the ground? Do you want to perish together with me?!"

Fang Cheng turned a deaf ear and completely ignored his roaring.

He merely used both fists alternately, waving them rapidly to brutally beat the opponent's head.

His bare upper-body muscles gleamed with a metallic luster under the moonlight.

Every time he threw a punch with force, the "ghost face" on his back twisted savagely, as if changing from weeping to a sinister grin.

The ultimate physical strength at this moment equated to powerful Flight propulsion.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—"

Fang Cheng's punch speed became faster and faster, transforming into countless golden afterimages.

The dense sonic booms echoed in the high altitude, just like the endless roar when a rocket engine starts.

"Maniac! You maniac!"

Ghost Sickle cursed through gritted teeth, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be displaced in the violent overload.

He desperately manipulated the clay wings, trying to adjust the exhaust nozzles and change the Flight trajectory.

But under Fang Cheng's torrential storm-like attacks, a large amount of kinetic energy continuously poured in, causing him to completely lose control over his Flight posture.

He was like a thruster with a jammed accelerator, forced to carry this jinx and continuously climb toward the deep, boundless firmament.

Looking down through the thin clouds, the ruins of the unfinished building where they had just fought fiercely had turned into an inconspicuous spark.

The bustling night view of Dongdu in the distance transformed into a dazzling and blurry light grid.

Countless cars as tiny as dust motes shuttled through it continuously.

And the altitude of this human rocket was still continuously climbing.

Four hundred meters… Five hundred meters… Six hundred meters…

The surrounding air began to thin, and the sharp whistling sound brought by the wind constantly stung their eardrums.

The temperature plummeted sharply as the altitude increased.

A thin layer of white frost began to condense on the surface of Ghost Sickle's body.

He felt as if every breath he took was inhaling ice shards into his lungs, causing stinging pain.

To maintain the Flight form of the wings under heavy load, the layer of clay armor wrapped around his body was forced to begin writhing, continuously replenishing the wear and tear of the wings.

His defensive capability was being stripped away bit by bit, exposing the skinny flesh underneath.

"Stop… Stop right now!"

Ghost Sickle looked down at the bottomless darkness below, and the string of reason in his heart finally snapped.

All tactics and all techniques became absolute jokes in front of absolute strength and this reckless fighting style.

"Flying any higher, once we lose propulsion, we'll both be smashed into a bloody pulp!"

"Even if your body is strong, you can't withstand a fall from this height!"

Ghost Sickle's face turned pale, squeezing a roar from his throat as he couldn't help trying to persuade him:

"How about… we go back to the ground first? I admit defeat! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!"

However.

Responding to him was still that heavier and heavier Iron Fist.

As well as an extremely cold voice:

"Your fuel seems to be running out."

Fang Cheng's expression at this moment showed exceptional Focus, his pupils seeming to transform into two clusters of beating golden flames.

In his eyes, there was only that layer-by-layer shattering and exploding clay, along with Ghost Sickle's increasingly distorted face.

As he spoke, this "human rocket" was still overcoming Earth's gravity, continuously in Ascension.

Seven hundred meters… Eight hundred meters… Eight hundred and fifty meters…

At this moment, Fang Cheng and Ghost Sickle had already passed through the middle-lower part of the city's troposphere.

They were just a step away from an altitude of one thousand meters.

The two of them seemed to have crashed into a grey Chaos world, surrounded entirely by thick clouds and turbulent airflow.

The clamor of the ground completely disappeared, replaced by the unique dead silence and terrifying wind pressure of high altitudes.

Aside from a few rare raptors, normal living creatures could simply not survive here.

Ghost Sickle's vision began to blur, which was a precursor to severe hypoxia.

As for the monster in front of him, his bare body still emitted astonishing heat, his sweat evaporating into white smoke the moment it seeped out.

Then, it drew long white trails in the cold wind, resembling a fully powered-up steam machine.

That was the waste heat generated by his Qi running to the extreme and the mitochondria in his body working frantically.

At the same time, the layers of clay armor wrapped around Ghost Sickle were nearing total exhaustion.

Lacking the continuous replenishment of explosives, the form of the wings behind him began to become precarious, with obvious signs of disintegration appearing at the edges.

The intertwined blue and red exhaust flame light also gradually dimmed.

The vertical pupil on his forehead even split open with a crack.

Black-red blood tears flowed out from it, sliding down his face.

Evidently, his Mental Energy had long been severely overdrawn, exceeding the limit his body could bear.

Intimidation, persuasion, begging for mercy…

Ghost Sickle had used almost all means, but still failed to shake off Fang Cheng's relentless pestering.

This man never intended to let him land alive from the very beginning.

Seeing that escape was impossible, the near-death despair instantly transformed into the most primitive madness.

"Alright… Since you want to die, then this lord will grant your wish!"

Ghost Sickle's eyes were bloodshot, and his original panicked expression became ferocious and distorted.

Then, condensing his final shred of Mental Energy, he let out a roar like a cornered beast:

"Let's all go to Hell together!!!"

The moment he reached an altitude of nearly one thousand meters, Ghost Sickle completely abandoned all defensive capabilities.

He reversed the evil eye's energy circuit, completely detonating all remaining Mental Energy in his body along with the tattered clay wings on his back in an instant.

"C5, Final Self-Destruction!"

Without any prelude.

A fireball even more dazzling than the sun exploded with a roar in the cold wind at an altitude of one thousand meters.

The terrifying high temperature and shockwave instantly devoured everything around.

The violent energy swept toward the surroundings, tearing apart and evaporating the clouds floating in the high altitude, forming a gas mass hundreds of meters in diameter.

Ghost Sickle's body was smashed to pieces at the center of the explosion, turning into dust dancing all over the sky, not even leaving scraps behind.

And 0.01 seconds before the explosion occurred.

The True Sun Fire within Fang Cheng's body gushed out without reservation, the flame light illuminating his entire body.

In a flash, it turned into a substantial golden barrier, firmly protecting him within it.

"Boom—————"

A huge mushroom cloud bloomed in the night sky of Dongdu city.

Fang Cheng's entire body was fiercely blown away by hundreds of meters by the shockwave, losing all upward propulsion.

Under the traction of gravity, wrapped in golden flames and rolling black smoke, he cut through the firmament and fell downward.

Like a meteorite from beyond the heavens, carrying a shrill whistling sound, he smashed straight toward the brilliantly lit city.

…

In the overgrown grass in the outer area of the unfinished building.

"Oh my god…"

Xu Hao stood on top of the off-road vehicle, the telescope in his hand dropping onto the hood with a "clatter" and rolling twice.

His face was dazed as he looked up at the gorgeous and terrifying fireball in the sky, his mouth unable to close.

"Xia… Xiaosa-ge, did you see that? Boss… has he turned into fireworks?"

Xiaosa, standing next to him, was also holding a telescope with slightly trembling hands, forcing himself to remain calm as he said:

"Stop talking nonsense! The president is a god-like figure, how could he possibly fail?"

Although he said that, the look of worry in his eyes couldn't be hidden no matter what.

That height, an explosion of that power…

Even an iron-cast Arhat would find it hard to endure, right?

Earlier, an earth-shattering battle had first occurred over at the unfinished building.

Immediately following that, the entire building collapsed like building blocks, and flames soared into the sky.

They even witnessed with their own eyes the two fighting combatants chasing and fleeing all the way up into the high altitude.

Shocked, Xiaosa and Xu Hao simply got out of the car and stood outside, wanting to see more clearly.

Yet they never expected the battle situation to evolve like this, ending in a shocking aerial mega-explosion.

Just as the two were in doubt and harboring worries.

"Eh?"

Xu Hao rubbed his eyes fiercely, pointing below the not-fully-dissipated mushroom cloud and exclaiming:

"Is that a shooting star?"

"A shooting star?"

Xiaosa hurriedly adjusted the Focus, aiming the lens at the glowing point falling at extreme speed.

The next second, his pupils slightly constricted, as if seeing some unimaginable scene.

Then a trace of pleasant surprise appeared on his face as he cried out involuntarily:

"It seems… to be the president!"

Within the lens, a humanoid object burning all over with golden flames unexpectedly appeared.

That figure was carrying a long white wake, falling from an altitude of one thousand meters toward the ground at extreme speed in an extremely wild posture.