555: Chapter 555 Is the President the Terminator? Killing People Like Slaughtering Chickens

Chapter 555: Is the President a Terminator? Killing people is like slaughtering chickens

Ended with a single punch.

The entire rooftop instantly fell into dead silence.

Only the biting gale was still howling, blowing the huge metal logo and making a creaking sound.

The dust flying all over the sky slowly settled, covering the mountain of flesh that had already turned into a corpse.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, pungently stimulating everyone's nasal cavities.

The surviving crowd all maintained their original postures, like a group of frozen sculptures.

They stared dumbfounded at that young figure standing in the pool of blood.

Their minds went completely blank, and they even forgot to breathe.

This scene happened much too fast and violently, completely exceeding the scope of their expectations.

"Good grief..."

Pang Hu leaned against the deformed pipe, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty.

If anyone among everyone present could most intuitively feel the terror of that man-eating monster,

then it was none other than him.

Just now, he had risked half his life, his arm was broken, and his chest had multiple fractures, yet he barely managed to hold on and avoid being beaten to death by the opponent.

That monster's muscles were as hard as steel plates, and its strength was as great as a bulldozer.

But now, the bastard who had just beaten him like a grandson had actually been pierced straight through by someone with a single punch?

"Too strong... Is the President still human? Could he be a Terminator?"

Pang Hu wiped the stained blood on his face and muttered to himself.

"I think so too."

Feiying sneaked over at some unknown time, his hand covering his injured ribs, and leaned close to Pang Hu.

On his usually cynical face, astonishment was likewise written all over it at this moment, and his voice even drifted a little:

"That punch just now was simply the aesthetics of violence... Tsk tsk, compared to Daxiong, why do I feel that the President is even more perverted and more like a monster."

The two looked at each other, both seeing deep awe and admiration in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, this monster was their own boss.

Behind the broken walls.

Lao Chen, who had been hanging on by a thread of anxiety, now had his mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg into.

His eyes shone brightly, firmly staring at Fang Cheng's figure, secretly evaluating the strength of this young president.

The first punch produced a sonic boom, knocking away the Blood Thorn leader who possessed powerful psychokinesis, and even seriously injuring him.

The second punch arrived after a delay yet preempted the target, directly piercing through the body of that monster resembling a mountain of flesh.

This was not merely a unilateral enhancement of strength or speed, but should have simultaneously reached above A-Rank.

Even superimposing each other, erupting with terrifying destructive power far exceeding ordinary S-Rank ability users.

Even more terrifying was his defensive power.

Facing the psychokinesis storm that could grind even concrete into powder, the President actually used his Physical Body to withstand it head-on, without even breaking a bit of skin.

As for that circle of golden light enveloping his body.

Perhaps it was the Qi and blood effect produced when physical fitness was strengthened to the extreme, or perhaps it was some special defensive ability.

Lao Chen took a deep breath, recalling what the professor said when recruiting him back then:

"Our President has extraordinary strength, and relying merely on a pair of fists, he can blast apart S-Rank ability users."

At that time, he still felt that the professor was making empty promises and boasting.

Now it seemed that the professor not only didn't exaggerate, but was instead too modest.

"How can this be considered extraordinary..."

Lao Chen couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, his eyes becoming increasingly fanatical.

This was simply a killing machine forged from steel!

Just as Lao Chen was filled with excitement,

Eagle Eye, crouching beside him, still maintained a half-kneeling shooting posture.

Through the scope, Eagle Eye saw more clearly than anyone else.

The penetrating power of that punch was even more terrifying than the anti-materiel heavy sniper rifle in his hands.

The corners of Eagle Eye's mouth twitched into a bitter smile. Once upon a time, he thought he was qualified to become the world's top assassin.

But now, seeing Fang Cheng, he finally understood.

His proud Marksmanship was as fragile as a poker in front of this absolute violence.

Compared to the joy and shock of the Illuminati crowd, the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group side experienced a fear as if falling into an ice cave.

Below the water tank.

The Masked Man collapsed limply in the pile of broken bricks, his face beneath the mask twisted to the extreme.

"Daxiong... is dead?"

His hands trembled slightly, unable to accept this reality.

Daxiong was his own blood brother and his most perfect human weapon.

Back then in an ancient ruin, this guy accidentally ate a strange fruit.

Although he lost his sanity and turned into a man-eating monster, he also turned misfortune into a blessing and achieved extraordinary physical evolution.

You must know that in the circle of extraordinary beings, physical enhancers had always been at the bottom of the contempt chain, considered to be brutes who only knew how to use brute force.

But Daxiong was different. Relying solely on physical strength, he was rated as A+-Rank.

Once he completely liberated his beastly nature, he could even clash head-on with S-Rank ability users.

That perverted muscle fiber couldn't even be blown apart by high-explosive grenades.

But now, he was easily pierced through by someone as if poking through a window paper?

The Masked Man gritted his teeth, shock and unwillingness surging in his eyes.

The last card in his hand had already failed.

To escape, or continue fighting?

But with his heavily injured appearance right now, he couldn't even muster the strength to walk.

Chaotic thoughts flashed suddenly in his mind, and he abruptly raised his head, casting his gaze into a shadow on the east side of the rooftop.

He saw that Black Mamba, who had originally been lurking in the back preparing for a sneak attack, was frozen in place.

He was like a frozen venomous snake, maintaining an attacking posture.

His sight fell on Daxiong's disemboweled corpse, watching those internal organs spilling all over the ground, and the hand holding the dagger trembled uncontrollably.

How strong Daxiong was, Black Mamba knew better than anyone.

In the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group, his level of terror even exceeded that of the Masked Man as the leader.

He had personally witnessed how Daxiong tore apart a real black bear with his bare hands, and how he withstood machine gun strafing to annihilate an entire special operations squad.

This perverted monster was actually blasted apart by someone with a single punch?

Then if it accidentally hit his own body...

Black Mamba swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only feeling his back grow cold, and a chill rushed straight to his crown.

"What are you still standing there for? Do it!"

The Masked Man suddenly let out an angry roar.

Coughing up blood, he crazily urged his remaining spiritual energy.

An invisible shockwave stabbed straight into Fang Cheng's mind, attempting to interfere with his state of mind and restrict his actions.

"I'll use mental bewitchment to cooperate with you, quickly kill him! Otherwise we'll all die!!"

This roar awakened Black Mamba.

He snapped back to his senses, and the fear in his eyes instantly transformed into the ruthlessness of seeking survival in a desperate situation.

That's right, this monster had just exploded consecutively; his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been born, and he was also controlled by the boss.

This was the only chance!

Fight for it!

Black Mamba's figure erupted, transforming into a black line barely discernible to the naked eye.

The alloy dagger in his hand, which was enough to cut steel wires, carried a shrill wind-breaking sound as it stabbed towards the back of Fang Cheng's heart.

"Got him!"

Black Mamba was ecstatic in his heart, and the tip of the dagger accurately hit the target's back muscles.

However.

Clang!

A crisp metallic clashing sound shattered his illusions.

The sharp dagger, the moment it pierced Fang Cheng's skin, felt like it plunged into thick tire rubber, and immediately afterward collided with a steel plate.

The huge rebound force made the web between Black Mamba's thumb and index finger go numb, and the dagger almost flew out of his hand.

"Wh— What?!"

Black Mamba's eyeballs were about to pop out.

Is this still a human's back muscle? Is this fucking robot disguised as a human?!

A fatal sense of danger instantly gripped Black Mamba's heart.

Without even thinking, he pushed off hard with both feet and suddenly retreated rapidly backward.

However, before he could retreat half a step, Fang Cheng, standing with his back turned, had already made a move in advance.

That blood-stained arm reached backward like lightning, so fast that not even afterimages could be seen.

Snap.

Black Mamba's rapidly retreating figure abruptly halted.

His neck was tightly gripped by a large hand like iron pliers, and then his feet left the ground, lifting his whole body up forcibly.

Fang Cheng slowly turned his head, a cruel ferocious smile hanging on his face, completely unaffected by the mental bewitchment.

Those golden eyes stared closely at the Black Mamba hidden in the air:

"Do you want to try it too?"

"No... spare..."

Crack!

Fang Cheng did not give him a chance to finish speaking, casually flicking his wrist.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of a cervical spine breaking, Black Mamba's head hung limply to one side.

The life in his eyes quickly faded, and he was casually thrown by Fang Cheng into the pile of corpses like a dead chicken.

The slaughter came fast, and ended fast too.

The rooftop fell into silence once again.

In less than half a minute, three major combat strengths of the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group had two dead and one seriously injured.

Huolong, who had been arrogant just moments ago, was already frightened to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by now.

The burning flames in his hand quietly extinguished, his legs trembling, and he quietly stepped backward step by step.

Until his back hit the railing and there was no retreat left, he still hurriedly looked around in panic.

Attempting to find a crack in the ground to bury himself in so that monster couldn't see him.

On the side of the Illuminati four-member group, the atmosphere shifted from tension to relaxation.

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, everyone's face overflowed with the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Lao Chen sat heavily on the ground, trembling as he fished out a flattened cigarette from his pocket, but could not get it to light no matter what.

His heart was churning violently, and various fantasies about the future development prospects of the Illuminati flashed through his mind.

"Is this over?"

Feiying swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the butterfly knife in his hand, and then glanced at the corpses on the ground with unclosed eyes in death.

Then he quietly put away the knife and laughed at himself:

"I actually worried about the President just now and planned to go up and cover for him... Looks like I overthought it."

"My goodness..."

Pang Hu leaned against the pipe, ignoring the pain coming from all over his body, grinning foolishly:

"With our President's brute strength, I couldn't catch up even if I Cultivate for another hundred years. Not to mention using these fists to beat people, even armored cars would be blasted apart, right?"

Saying this, he excitedly waved his intact hand and shouted loudly:

"I'd like to see who dares to provoke our Illuminati in the future! Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, it won't work!"

Eagle Eye quietly put down his sniper rifle, stood up, and his originally tensed shoulders also completely relaxed.

He looked at Fang Cheng's back, and some inexplicable emotion increased in his indifferent eyes.

That was a piety like believers seeing the True God, a reverence and yearning for extraordinary power.

Fang Cheng stood in place, lowered his head, and frowned slightly.

Looking at the stained blood and internal organ fragments on his right arm, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

"So dirty."

He softly spat out two words.

The next second, a surge of golden flames spewed out from the pores of his arm.

Chh chh chh——

The high temperature instantly incinerated those filthy things into nothingness, and the ashes of the damaged sleeves were blown away by the wind.

When the flames disappeared, that arm became fair and clean again, without even a trace of dust clinging to it.

Fang Cheng flexed his wrist and raised his head.

His gaze cast toward the limp Masked Man in the ruins and Huolong trembling in fear by the railing.

Then he stepped forward, preparing to deal with the last two enemies.

In the ruins, the Masked Man despairingly watched this scene.

As a newly promoted S-Rank psychokinetic ability user, he was already accustomed to controlling the life and death of others, almost never encountering evenly matched opponents.

He even only needed to control Daxiong, that berserk monster, to run amok in the underground world.

He never thought that one day he would also become fish meat on the chopping board.

But today, he had used all his tricks.

As a result, the other party didn't even breathe heavily, and slaughtered them one by one like slaughtering chickens and butchering dogs.

"Th— This is impossible..."

The Masked Man struggled to get up, wanting to escape.

But the moment he moved, the excruciating pain of his fractured chest made him unable to help groaning out loud, not even having the strength to stand up.

He could only watch with wide open eyes as that demon walked over step by step.

"Don't... don't come over..."

The Masked Man propped himself on the ground with both hands, kicking wildly with both feet, desperately moving his body backward.

His back hit a broken section, and the sharp pain tore at his nerves, but he couldn't care about these.

"Money! I have money!"

The Masked Man's voice was hoarse and his speaking speed was extremely fast:

"I have three hundred million saved in an overseas account! No, it's five hundred million!"

"These are all clean, as long as you let me go, the account password will be transferred to you immediately!"

Fang Cheng's steps did not stop, and not even his gaze fluctuated.

As if what he said was not five hundred million, but five yuan.

The soles of his shoes made crisp crunching sounds on the gravel.

Every step felt like it was stepping on the nodes of a heartbeat.

Cold sweat soaked the Masked Man's back, and thoughts spun rapidly in his mind.

Realizing that he must come up with something more valuable in order to touch this kind of top-tier powerhouse.

"Wait! And those goods!"

The Masked Man suddenly remembered something, as if grasping a straw, pointing his finger at the lightning rod base:

"Those extraordinary beings hunted by me, and that Shen Wei, I'll hand them all over to you!"

The more he spoke, the more anxious he became, self-righteously analyzing the pros and cons:

"You guys came for this too, right? Shen Wei knows a place where there are many young extraordinary beings."

"As long as you catch them and go find the Xiao Family, whether it's genetic potions, or other treasures and Cultivate resources, the Xiao Family will generously bestow them."

In his view, there was no one in this world who was not greedy.

Since the Illuminati intervened, they must also be here to get a share of the pie.

Fang Cheng didn't speak, just looked down condescendingly at the Masked Man, a mocking arc hooking at the corner of his mouth.

"Idiot."

Not far away, Feiying leaned against the wall, spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto the ground, and sneered:

"Masked Freak, open your dog eyes wider and take a good look, where are the chips you mentioned?"

The Masked Man was stunned upon hearing this.

He abruptly turned his head, his neck emitting a stiff crisp sound.

His vision pierced through the permeating dust, landing below the lightning rod base.

He saw that in one of the iron cages, the thick steel bars had been twisted into a twist shape by brute force.

The inside was empty, and the people had long since vanished.

Seeing this, the Masked Man's face beneath the mask instantly turned ashen and desolate.

Could it be that during the battle just now, the people had already been rescued?

"Looks like you don't have any last words left."

Fang Cheng said coldly, crossing his hands and gripping his ten fingers hard.

Snap.

His knuckles squeezed the air, making a series of crisp popping sounds like popping beans.

Those large hands that had slaughtered Daxiong and Black Mamba just moments ago once again exuded a suffocating sense of oppression at this moment.

The aura of death rushed toward his face.

The Masked Man's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his psychological defense line completely collapsed.

He couldn't care about much else and shouted out his final trump card:

"Wait! Don't do it, I know a secret!"

"A heaven-shaking secret about the Xiao Family and the military! You will definitely be interested!"