554: Chapter 554 In the name of the Illuminati president, crushing and annihilating.

High-altitude turbulence crashed between the buildings, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

The smoke and stench of blood permeating the rooftop were blown everywhere, swirling into the pitch-black night sky.

Gaze after gaze focused uniformly on the newcomer.

That person stepped on a concrete guardrail only as wide as a palm, with most of their heels suspended in the Void Realm.

The howling wind blew his black hoodie tightly against his torso, the fabric snapping loudly and outlining the muscle lines underneath.

Yet he didn't sway at all, hands in his pockets, the entire person looking like an iron stake nailed into the wall of the building.

The city neon lights behind him coated his body with a layer of cold and hard rim light.

Amidst the backlighting, his facial expression could not be seen clearly.

Only that pair of pupils gleaming with a faint golden color was looking down without a single ripple.

There was no emotion in those eyes, yet it instantly made the nerves of everyone present tense up.

An oppressive feeling that made one's bone marrow chill silently enveloped the entire scene.

That was an instinct originating from deep within biological genes sounding an alarm.

Just like a male lion patrolling its territory suddenly intruding into a pack of stray dogs tearing and fighting for food.

Instantly forcibly suppressing all the clamor and slaughter.

On the rooftop, it instantly became dead silent.

Feiying, who was mired in a bitter fight, only felt a chill on the back of his neck, instinctively pulling back his offensive and leaping backward.

Meanwhile, Black Mamba, who had originally prepared to press the attack, had his hand holding the dagger freeze in mid-air, his body suddenly shrinking back into the shadows.

As a top-tier assassin, his perception of Killing Intent was exceptionally acute.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he had been locked onto by a terrifying Qi; as long as he dared to move randomly, he would be separated from his head in the next second.

Even the violent and arrogant Daxiong at this moment actually stopped his pursuit of Panghu.

This seemingly mindless beast emitted an uneasy low roar from its throat, its crimson eyes staring fixedly at the figure standing on the guardrail.

Its entire body's muscles bulged even more, which was the reaction of its hair standing on end when encountering a natural enemy.

The Masked Man slowly turned around, his movements appearing somewhat stiff.

Accompanying his body's movements, countless floating concrete fragments, glass, and steel bars in mid-air also changed directions accordingly.

The dense, sharp points all pointed toward that uninvited guest.

But he wasn't in a hurry to make a move, his eyes behind the mask filled with shock and uncertainty.

You must know that the rooftop entrance was right in the center of the battlefield.

With his Mental Energy perception, it was impossible to ignore any intruder.

Yet this person seemed to have popped out of thin air.

Could he have climbed up the mirror-smooth glass exterior wall barehanded directly?

The Masked Man stared at the person's hands and soles, finding no climbing equipment whatsoever.

The Silver Wing Building was a skyscraper over three hundred meters tall, not a building of just over a dozen floors.

If that really was the case, how terrifying would this person's finger strength and stamina bar be?

Or perhaps, he had mastered Flight ability?

Thinking of this, the Masked Man suppressed the dread in his heart, deciding to probe the bottom first.

"Friend, which Dao are you from?"

He lowered his voice and took the lead to ask:

"I am the leader of the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group. May I ask your honored name?"

"Illuminati, Fang Cheng."

Fang Cheng nimbly leaped down from the guardrail, walking forward unhurriedly for a few steps.

The soles of his shoes stepped on the gravel and glass shards all over the ground, producing crisp "crunch, crunch" sounds.

It appeared exceptionally clear in the silent night sky, yet made people's hearts leap with fright.

He raised his hand to remove his hood, revealing a young Yingjun face.

Utilizing the cold white light of the GG brand, after seeing the newcomer's face...

The eyes of the four-person group of the Illuminati instantly burst forth with joyous light, all blurting out and shouting:

"President!"

Fang Cheng did not respond, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the entire scene.

Looking at Feiying who was wounded, and Hawkeye and Old Chen hiding wretchedly behind cover, his brows furrowed slightly.

When his sight fell upon the bloodstains on Panghu's chest and that twisted, fractured arm...

The golden light in the depths of his eyes suddenly condensed, flashing with a trace of fierce light.

Hearing the title "President of the Illuminati", the Masked Man's heart sank.

Although he did not know the reputation of this organization, it did not hinder him from judging the current situation.

Those intruders who had been injured by him just now were obviously just pawns.

Now the real master had finally arrived.

The eyes behind the mask flickered a few times, and then he let out a dry laugh, attempting to ease the hair-trigger atmosphere:

"So it is President Fang; I've long heard of your great name. Our Blood Thorn is handling matters here, not knowing that these few are your subordinates."

"Friend, there might be some misunderstanding in the middle; we can sit down and talk about it."

"Misunderstanding?"

As Fang Cheng spoke, he withdrew both hands from his pockets, slowly clenching them into fists.

Snap!

His knuckles squeezed the air, producing a series of firecracker-like explosive sounds.

"Who gave you the guts to touch my people?"

Hearing this, the Masked Man chuckled lightly, putting his posture even lower and his tone becoming exceptionally soft:

"President Fang, having more friends in the Jianghu means more paths. It is truly not worth harming harmony and fighting fiercely over a few subordinates."

"How about this? I am willing to pay double the price to compensate your Illuminati. What do you think..."

While speaking, his left hand behind his back quickly made a cryptic gesture.

Huolong standing behind him received the command, his eyes flickering slightly.

The palms of his hands hanging by his sides faintly glowed with red light, quietly starting to accumulate energy, preparing to launch a sudden and violent attack.

On the other side, Black Mamba, who had originally concealed his figure, was like an insidiously treacherous venomous snake.

Hugging the base of the wall, he silently crept toward the east side of the rooftop where Fang Cheng was located, searching for the best angle for a backstab.

Even Daxiong lowered his body, emitting a thick, heavy purr from his throat, staring fixedly at Fang Cheng's vital throat.

It seemed he would pounce forward at any moment to tear and bite the prey's flesh and blood.

While speaking soft words, the Masked Man observed Fang Cheng's reaction.

As an international mercenary who licked blood from the edge of a knife year-round, he knew in his heart clearer than anyone else.

Today's matter simply could not end peacefully, because the opponent was obviously coming directly for him.

Rather than waiting to be beaten passively, it was better to strike first to gain the upper hand.

Seeing that his accomplices were already in position, Fang Cheng also seemed to have his attention distracted by his words.

The smile in the Masked Man's eyes instantly faded, his gaze suddenly turning ferocious as he suddenly shouted explosively:

"Since we can't talk it out, then please go die!"

Before his words fell, he raised both hands high, his ten fingers slamming shut abruptly.

Boom!

The massive Mental Energy instantly erupted like a breached floodgate.

Tons of construction waste, concrete fragments, broken steel bars, and sharp glass shards suspended in mid-air were all swept into a visible Mental Energy vortex.

This vortex was like a tornado rising from flat ground, carrying the roaring sound of shredding everything, crushing down head-on toward Fang Cheng.

Furthermore, because the rotational speed was truly too fast...

Those concrete fragments continuously bore pressure in mutual collisions, emitting teeth-aching friction sounds, and were gradually ground into powder.

In the blink of an eye, it formed a grayish dust storm, obscuring the night sky, and even the ghastly white light of the GG brand was completely swallowed up.

The entire rooftop fell into Chaos darkness.

Fang Cheng, shrouded in the center of the storm, was even more like being thrown into an industrial sandblasting machine, enduring high-speed grinding from all directions, with his figure completely invisible.

"So strong!"

Huolong watched with extreme excitement, not even feeling the pain in his thigh anymore.

Boss's Mental Energy storm trick was a unique skill.

Even if a truck were thrown in, it could be dismantled into a pile of parts in just a few minutes.

Let alone the mere flesh and blood of a human.

That kid is dead for sure!

"It's over..."

Panghu and Feiying felt their hearts turn cold, forced by the terrifying wind pressure to the point where they couldn't even open their eyes.

They could only raise their arms to firmly protect their faces, struggling to stabilize their figures amidst the howling wind.

Old Chen and Hawkeye hiding behind the broken wall had even paler complexions, their hearts sinking to the bottom of the valley.

This level of attack was simply not something human strength could block.

Just when everyone thought Fang Cheng would be shredded into meat paste...

In that dust storm composed of building ruins, a streak of golden light pierced through the Chaos darkness like a sharp sword.

Following closely were the second, the third...

Chi chi chi chi——

Countless dazzling golden beams of light tyrannically shot through the thick dust curtain, instantly tearing the storm apart.

At that moment, it was as if a scorching sun was rising slowly in the center of the storm, illuminating the entire pitch-black rooftop as bright as day.

Everyone instinctively narrowed their eyes, raising their hands to shield themselves from this dazzling brilliance.

Vaguely, they saw a towering figure akin to a deity.

At the center of that high-speed rotating meat grinder, Fang Cheng stood steadfastly.

The skin all over his body gleamed with brilliant golden light, as if poured with a layer of gold paint, emitting a majesty that people dared not look directly at.

Those roaring steel bars and gravel, when touching the range of a few centimeters from his body, seemed to crash into an insurmountable Wall of Sighs, all being mercilessly repelled by that surging golden light.

Ding ding dang dang——

The dense crashing sounds connected into one piece, bursting out clusters of dazzling sparks, yet unable to even stir a corner of his clothing.

"Is your attack power just this much?"

Fang Cheng's voice was steady and powerful, easily piercing through the violent sound of the wind with undisguised contempt:

"It's truly a bit disappointing to me."

Before his words fell, his right foot stamped fiercely.

Boom!

The concrete ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed into a large pit two meters in diameter, spiderweb-like cracks suddenly spreading outward.

Utilizing this terrifying reactionary force, Fang Cheng's entire person, like a golden cannonball, proactively charged into the counter-rotating storm.

Simultaneously, the muscles of his right arm expanded at extreme speed, his sleeve emitting a sorrowful cry of tearing fabric and instantly bursting into fragments.

An arm several times thicker, with knotted muscles, was exposed to the air.

The surface of the skin shimmered with a scalding crimson, white steam gushing out from the pores.

The Qilin Arm had already completed its energy charging!

"Not good!"

The Masked Man only felt a suffocating oppressive feeling rushing toward his face.

It seemed the man before his eyes was not a human at all, but a Tyrannosaurus draped in human skin.

Seeing that the Mental Energy storm fundamentally could not block the opponent's charge, the Masked Man was covered in cold sweat, hurriedly withdrawing the storm.

He waved his hands in front of him, gathering the scattered Mental Energy and condensing it into translucent air walls in an attempt to block the enemy's offensive.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sonic boom sounds rang out, and three consecutive Mental Energy walls shattered like glass under the impact.

Fang Cheng's figure merely paused for a moment, his speed hardly slowing down by a fraction.

The shadow of death shrouded his heart.

The Masked Man clenched his teeth tightly, driving his Mental Energy to the limit.

He simply abandoned all outer defense lines, condensing his remaining Mental Energy into a palm-sized substantive shield, blocking it in front of his chest.

Concurrently, the clown mask on his face seemed to come alive.

The red patterns on it began to crawl, and a scarlet energy was injected into the shield, making it emit an eerie red light.

Thud!

That fist wrapped in white steam smashed heavily onto the red shield.

A huge shockwave diffused outward with the two of them as the center, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Following closely, the Masked Man flew backward like a broken ragdoll.

The ribs on his chest produced crisp cracking sounds like popping beans, and his entire person traced an arc of dozens of meters in the air.

Then he smashed heavily onto a water storage tank, denting the stainless steel surface.

Pu——

The Masked Man fell to the ground, a stream of blood wildly gushing out.

"Eh?"

Fang Cheng withdrew his fist, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although that punch just now knocked the opponent flying, he could clearly feel that a strange red energy had neutralized at least half of his strength.

Otherwise, with the power of this punch, the Masked Man's upper body should have already turned into meat paste right now.

That mask is somewhat interesting.

But this did not hinder Fang Cheng from continuing to kill.

Amidst the ruins, the Masked Man painfully vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling as if his internal organs had all shifted out of place.

"This... this is simply a monster..."

He roared frantically in his heart, fear assaulting him like a tidal wave.

Fortunately, there was that rare item "Clown Mask" obtained in the ruins, helping him neutralize the fatal damage.

Otherwise, tonight he really would have had to explain his life here.

But the energy inside the mask was already exhausted; wanting to recharge it would take at least ten minutes.

Now the only thing capable of blocking this monster was another equally savage and brutal monster.

Along with the Masked Man's thoughts flashing past, a mental fluctuation instantly connected to a certain Chaos brain.

"Roar——"

A tyrannical roar instantly shook the night sky.

That was Daxiong, who was in a ready-to-go state, receiving the command.

In the ruins, the Masked Man exhausted his last ounce of strength, roaring hysterically:

"Daxiong! Tear him to pieces for me! Eat his flesh!!"

Hearing these words, the red light in this monster's eyes surged violently, and the last trace of sanity was swallowed by bloodthirsty desire.

Just like lifting some kind of shackles, it completely released the beast's true nature.

Snap, snap——

Dense bone cracking sounds emanated from within his body, extremely heart-palpitating.

Amidst the terrified and inexplicable gazes of the Illuminati crowd, Daxiong's already sturdy body actually swelled up once again like an inflation.

The clothes on his body emitted an overwhelmed sorrowful cry, buttons flying off like bullets.

The tough fabric was forcefully split open by the crazily bulging muscles, turning into cloth strips hanging around his waist.

The muscles all over his body were like mice scurrying frantically under his skin, subsequently condensing into granite-hard lumps of flesh.

His spine violently twisted even more, forcefully lifting his height of 2.3 meters up by another few centimeters.

His originally dark skin also turned purplish-red due to blood engorgement.

Thick blue veins like earthworms squirmed and bulged ferociously on the surface of his body, as if they would burst open at any time.

Merely two seconds.

Standing there was no longer a person, but a mountain of flesh piled up from muscles and murderous intent.

A slaughtering Vicious Beast that completely liberated its nature was born.

"Comparing strength with me?"

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth curved slightly, and an even more excited flame burned within his eyes instead.

He had no fear whatsoever, merely retreating half a step, his left foot kicking against the ground, his spine twisting like a great dragon.

His right arm stretched backward again to charge energy, golden flames blooming resplendently on his fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Daxiong strode over with heavy paces, every step causing the floor slab to tremor.

The two were less than a few meters apart.

Daxiong raised both arms high, his ten fingers tightly clutched into fists, smashing down fiercely toward Fang Cheng's head like a battering ram.

This strike was sufficient to smash a sedan into an iron pancake.

"Well come!"

The moment those giant fists fell, Fang Cheng's thigh muscles tensed, and his entire person suddenly catapulted outward.

The fist wrapped in flames bloomed with dazzling golden light, arriving first despite starting last.

Everyone clutched their fists tightly, their hearts beating wildly as they gazed at the gladiatorial battlefield before their eyes.

This was a scene with extreme visual impact.

The violent Daxiong, like a moving mountain of flesh, pounced toward Fang Cheng carrying a stench-ridden wind.

In comparison, Fang Cheng, who was only over 1.8 meters tall, appeared overly thin and small in front of him.

Just like a hound at the giant bear's feet.

However, what happened in the next second made everyone's scalp tingle.

Puchi!

No earth-shattering impact appeared, only the exceptionally crisp sound of flesh and blood tearing.

Fang Cheng's scorching hot fist, like an armor-piercing shell, slammed into Daxiong's iron-hard abdominal muscles.

Following closely, it unhinderedly sank deep into it.

This punch actually directly punched through Daxiong's belly, carrying flesh fragments and broken bones, bursting out through his back.

"Ugh..."

Daxiong's tyrannical roaring sound abruptly stopped, emitting bellows-like gasping sounds from his throat.

He lowered his head dazedly, looking at the large hole opened in his abdomen.

Raging fresh blood and broken internal organs flowed down along Fang Cheng's arm in a gush.

Fang Cheng expressionlessly gave his arm a fierce shake, pulling it back out.

Thud.

That mountain-sized body convulsed violently, then collapsed to the ground with a crash like pushing over a golden mountain and toppling a jade pillar, stirring up dust all over the floor.

(End of Chapter)