601: Chapter 601 Martial arts are also a method, and physics is also a principle.

The air inside the water treatment plant was heavy, and the dead silence was suffocating.

The outlines of the abandoned equipment were like dormant steel behemoths, and the interlaced pipes resembled coiling pythons.

And deep in the darkness, dim red lights lit up one and another.

Those were countless temperatureless eyes.

Rustling whispers came from all directions, as harsh as insects chewing on rusted metal.

They seemed to be communicating with each other, or perhaps they were completely enraged by the prey's unauthorized resistance.

Fang Cheng could not understand those syllables, but he could clearly sense the malice contained within them.

As the brief shock receded, an indescribable excitement surged up from the depths of his heart.

Fang Cheng raised his arms, slightly bent his legs, and naturally assumed a standard combat guard.

Then, looking at that patch of flickering bizarre red light:

"Since you stubborn fellows refuse to see reason, then come at me all at once!"

Before his voice even faded, his legs suddenly exerted force.

With a "crack", a tile beneath his feet was crushed to pieces.

Using the recoil, his entire body fiercely rushed into the darkness.

Fang Cheng's vision quickly swept across the front, locking onto one of the distorted black shadows with the sharpest cry.

The muscles in his waist and back instantly tightened as he attempted to throw a punch again.

This time, his body seemed to awaken some distant memory carved into his bones.

He clearly felt that he knew better how to exert force.

This was no longer pure muscle pulling, but the perfect transmission of strength from the ground to the waist, hips, and then to the spine.

His right arm was like a fully drawn hard bow, the upper arm driving the lower arm, with strength compounding layer by layer.

Immediately afterwards, it snapped outward fiercely.

Bang!

The air was torn apart by the fierce fist wind, producing a faint sonic boom.

Before that black shadow could get close, it was swept by this fierce fist wind and instantly exploded into a scattering cluster of black fog on the spot.

Fang Cheng's originally skinny body now erupted with a fierce and brute strength that completely mismatched it.

However, the two consecutive kills did not make these distorted monsters feel fear.

More black shadows surged out from the ceiling beams and wall cracks, converging into a pitch-black tide, trying to completely swallow Fang Cheng.

The monsters let out eerie hisses, and countless red lights flickered crazily like will-o'-the-wisps.

There were also several black shadows leaping down from mid-air, crawling rapidly on the walls on all fours, resembling beasts made of wisps of smoke.

Fang Cheng's face showed no trace of fear.

An unprecedented power was filling his entire body, and every pore was greedily opening and closing to breathe.

He looked down at his originally skinny arms.

At this moment, the veins on his arms bulged one by one, and scalding magma seemed to surge beneath his skin.

The strong contrast between this frail body and the terrifying power gave him the pleasure of breaking limits and controlling life and death.

At the same time, he instantly understood the reason for that nameless evil fire earlier.

That was an extreme aversion to weakness and an instinctive yearning for pure violence!

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth pulled up into a fanatical arc, revealing pearly white teeth.

The humiliation of being chased as prey earlier was now entirely transformed into a pure desire to fight.

Facing the oncoming tide of black shadows, he slammed straight into it.

A monster waved its claw shadows, slashing down from above.

Instead of retreating, Fang Cheng advanced; his upper body suddenly sank, precisely dodging the sharp edge.

Taking advantage of his sinking body's momentum, he twisted his waist and hips, thrusting his right fist upward from bottom to top like a cannonball leaving its chamber.

Bang!

An extremely fierce uppercut once again ruthlessly smashed the monster's jaw.

The black fog exploded at the fist tip, instantly turning into nothingness.

Fang Cheng did not pause at all, smoothly shifting his center of gravity.

Bending his left arm and utilizing the twisting force of his waist,

a fierce turning elbow strike directly smashed another black shadow lunging from the side into two halves at the waist.

With continuous punching and striking, his movements became faster and fiercer.

There was no need to think, no need to hesitate.

All combat skills seemed self-taught, known innately.

Every joint, every inch of muscle and bone in his body seemed to have become a carrier for the outpouring of violence.

Fang Cheng shuttled rapidly through the gaps between the black shadows.

Clearly a slender youth, at this moment he exuded a chilling oppression worthy of a boxing champion.

Sometimes his toes lightly tapped the ground, executing a slide step to dodge the sharp claws grabbing from the front.

Sometimes his waist sank, delivering a powerful liver punch that ruthlessly slammed into the target's ribs.

Immediately after, utilizing the inertia of his twisting waist, his right leg whipped through the air like a steel whip.

A ferocious high roundhouse kick directly blew apart the head of another monster pouncing from mid-air.

A black shadow tried to sneak attack from the side, stretching out ink-like claws to wrap around Fang Cheng's ankle.

But the moment the mucus dripped onto Fang Cheng's skin, that black shadow let out a scream even more miserable than when it was shattered by a fist.

"Hiss—"

That claw was like being pressed onto a red-hot stove, instantly scalding out charred white smoke.

The monster shrank back repeatedly as if electrocuted, its originally cohesive form scorched incomplete.

Seeing this, the other black shadows suddenly lagged in their offensive.

They seemed to have sensed the abnormal change on Fang Cheng's body, no longer as playful and contemptuous as before.

The movements of this group of mindless monsters actually became hesitant, and they even began to faintly retreat, as if fearing something.

If someone were standing nearby at this moment, they would be able to see a faint golden light radiating from the surface of Fang Cheng's body.

In the heavy darkness, his entire body was like a rising sun about to break through the sea level.

"Hoo—"

Fang Cheng panted heavily, exhaling scorching white gas from his mouth.

He felt the boiling blood and Qi within his body rise by another notch.

The warm current surged wildly through his limbs and bones, and his body temperature became even more scalding.

At the same time, deep within Fang Cheng's consciousness, he faintly caught a glimpse of a bizarre scene.

In that nihilistic dark ocean, a golden scorching sun hung high, continuously radiating domineering and matchless light and heat outward.

It seemed that this was the true source of all power in his body.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng slowly raised his head.

Deep within his eyes, two substantive golden flames seemed to be blazing fiercely.

He looked at the black shadows huddled and shivering in the corners ahead, and the smile on the corners of his mouth gradually widened:

"Come on, come on again, why aren't you coming anymore?"

He took a step forward, his shoe soles grinding against the broken bricks and tiles on the ground, producing a crisp, explosive sound.

Accompanied by this action, the faint golden halo on his body surface pressed forward, radiating a scorching high temperature sufficient to ignite the air.

Seeing this, the group of black shadows was immediately frightened into making a flurry of chaotic, shrill strange screams, retreating backward in unison.

They squeezed together desperately like a swarm of insects encountering a fierce fire, and even the dim red light became erratic.

At this moment, his Battle Intent had already climbed to the peak.

Fang Cheng took a sharp deep breath, his chest swelling high.

Then he raised his head and let out a deafening roar toward the darkness full of demons and monsters.

"Get lost!!!"

This fierce shout was like a lion's roar, carrying an unmatched mighty momentum.

Accompanied by the roar, the layer of golden light on his body completely erupted, turning into a substantive ring of high-temperature heat wave that swept rumblingly in all directions.

The surviving black shadows were swept by this extremely yang and rigid Qi, melting and smoking like snow encountering a blazing sun.

They let out terrified screams, scrambling and tumbling into pipe gaps, pools, and wall corners, fleeing completely clean in the blink of an eye.

The water treatment plant restored its silence once again.

The darkness gradually dispersed, and the surroundings also brightened a bit, faintly allowing them to see the surrounding scene.

Fang Cheng stood alone in the open space, his chest rising and falling violently.

His entire body was steaming hot, with wisps of white smoke transpiring from his forehead and shoulders.

Resembling an iron man who had just walked out of a furnace, his skin was turned red and scalding by the high temperature, his Bloodline bulging.

Fang Cheng steadied his mind, feeling the restlessness within his body that had not yet completely subsided.

This power was both unfamiliar and had a familiar sense of being connected by blood.

He panted heavily, looking at his own hands in disbelief.

Just now, he had actually used his fists to drive those ghosts and monsters away.

Furthermore, he looked down at the back of his hand.

The redness and swelling burned by the black rain last night had now completely receded under the baptism of the high temperature, without leaving even a trace of a scar.

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and hope ignited in his heart.

Since these monsters could be forcefully shattered by this power...

Then Zhou Ming and the other possessed club members must also be saved.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his gaze becoming incomparably sharp.

He shook off the residual black water vapor on his fist tips, turned around, and strode into the deeper darkness of the factory building.

Not walking far, behind a row of abandoned filter tanks,

Fang Cheng caught a burst of heavy panting.

I saw a slender figure wearing camouflage clothes hunching her back, pacing back and forth in the shadows like a beast.

It was none other than the president of the Supernatural Research Club, Wang Lan.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Lan turned her head abruptly.

Her eyes had completely rolled up into white, but she could still lock onto Fang Cheng's position.

A low roar came from her throat, and then her legs exerted sudden force, pouncing over like a leopard that smelled blood.

Her hands with black nails went straight for Fang Cheng's face.

Fang Cheng did not retreat.

Facing the pounce, he calmly sidestepped, dodging the sharp edge.

Utilizing the opponent's forward momentum, he then quickly raised his right leg, delivering a crisp and neat front kick that precisely struck Wang Lan's abdomen.

"Bang!"

Wang Lan flew backward, crashing heavily onto the dust-filled concrete ground.

Before she could flip over and crawl up, Fang Cheng had already closed in on her.

He pinned Wang Lan's abdomen with one knee, his hands clasping her neck tightly like iron hoops.

Of course, in order not to endanger his classmate's life, he held back a bit of strength in his hands.

After all, the other party was merely possessed.

He couldn't possibly use the lethal moves he used against the black shadows earlier to directly beat his teammate to death, right?

"Get out of her body!"

Fang Cheng slightly increased the force in his hands and sternly ordered.

With her trachea blocked, Wang Lan struggled hard with her limbs.

Her nails scratched harsh sounds on the concrete ground, and her hands tried to pry open Fang Cheng's fingers.

But the strength blessed by the evil entity's possession could not exert much force under Fang Cheng's absolute advantage suppression.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, chortle, chortle..."

She opened her mouth, squeezing out a series of extremely bizarre and obscure syllables from her throat.

It sounded like a poisonous snake spitting its letter, making one's spine chill and hair stand on end.

Fang Cheng completely could not understand what this monster was muttering, nor did he want to understand.

He just wore a cold face, his fingers continuing to tighten, his eyes revealing ruthlessness.

He was prepared to use physical asphyxiation to forcibly force that black shadow out.

However, right at this moment,

deep within Fang Cheng's mind, some dust-sealed talent seemed to be quietly triggered.

Those hissing sounds that were originally like garbled codes fell into his ears, and were instantly automatically translated into a clear and complete sentence:

"You... are not... a person of this world..."

Fang Cheng's hand movement suddenly paused.

He stared at Wang Lan's rolling-white eyes, his gaze turning cold as he questioned in a deep voice:

"What are you talking about?"

The monster possessing Wang Lan's body seemed to have sensed the shock and doubt in Fang Cheng's emotions.

The facial features of that face distorted bizarrely, pulling out a hideous and terrifying smile.

The hoarse and strange voice was spat out from her mouth once again:

"You will be... targeted by the Holy Lord... Your destiny... is doomed not to escape..."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng furrowed his brows tightly:

"What Holy Lord? What world? What the hell are you bastard talking about?!"

As he spoke, the muscles in his wrist suddenly tightened, and the force gripping the throat inevitably became a bit heavier.

Just as his voice fell, Wang Lan, who was pinned beneath him, suddenly began to convulse violently.

Her face showed an expression of extreme pain, her mouth opened to the limit.

"Blech—"

A large mouthful of foul-smelling black sewage, mixed with a cluster of black smoke, spewed wildly from her mouth, splashing onto the adjacent floor tiles and producing a "sizzling" sound.

As soon as that black shadow left the body, it was scorched by the scorching blood and Qi radiating from Fang Cheng's body, letting out a miserable scream.

It didn't dare to stay even for a second, like encountering a natural enemy, disappearing into the surrounding darkness in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately released both hands, got up, and retreated to the side.

Wang Lan collapsed limply on the ground, breathing heavily for fresh air.

Her originally white-rolled eyes gradually returned to normal black and white, and the Death Qi on her face receded like a tide.

Rubbing her neck, she sat up with difficulty from the ground, her eyes full of bewilderment.

"Cough cough... Fang Cheng? What happened?"

She swallowed hard, only feeling her throat burning with pain and her voice tightening.

That feeling was just like being tightly pinched by someone's hand just now.

"Are we still in the water plant? Where are Dazhuang, Zhou Ming, and Lin Xue?"

She looked around, her head still somewhat dazed.

Fang Cheng looked at the few clear dark blue fingerprints on her neck, his expression unchanged, and replied feigning nonchalance:

"You were possessed by those dirty things just now. But don't worry, I have already found a way to deal with them."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Wang Lan immediately ignored the pain in her throat and raised her head in pleasant surprise.

Fang Cheng did not explain in detail, just lifted his chin:

"Let's go, let's go find the others first."

Next, Fang Cheng led Wang Lan to search back and forth in the intricate factory buildings.

They successively found Zhou Ming, Li Dazhuang, and Lin Xue, who were also possessed and lost their minds, in the corners of the reservoir and generator sets.

Every time they found one, Fang Cheng rushed up unceremoniously, using both fists and feet.

He controlled his strength to the extent that it could just shatter the black shadow without breaking human bones.

Just like this, using pure physical strike methods, he forcefully "beat" those possessed black shadows out of his classmates' bodies.