618: Chapter 618 A Powerful Man More Terrifying Than a Monster

Kyle's brain went blank for a brief moment.

The excruciating pain of a shattering skull that he had anticipated did not descend.

Instead, his mask was splattered with a layer of scalding, viscous, and foul-smelling liquid.

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At the same time, the other three members of the squad widened their eyes, seeing it crystal clear.

They saw a rusted steel pipe, like an armor-piercing spear fired from a heavy bed crossbow, accurately and flawlessly pierce through the wide-open lower jaw of that Crawling Beast from behind.

The hard bones and thick scales were rendered as good as useless in the face of this violent kinetic energy.

Dark red blood mixed with broken bones exploded before everyone's eyes with a boom.

The immense impact force carried this half-ton mutant beast soaring into the air instantly.

Its massive body flew backward for seven or eight meters.

Finally, with a loud bang of "boom", it was firmly nailed to the mottled concrete wall by that rusted steel pipe.

The Crawling Beast's limbs twitched violently in mid-air, its throat emitting an airy "clack-clack" sound, and its thick tail frantically lashed against the wall, shaking off a large area of dust.

The entire underground hall plunged into dead silence at this instant.

Only that monster nailed to the wall was still emitting death-struggle howls.

The other three Crawling Beasts, which were opening their sharp claws and preparing to tear apart their prey, abruptly stopped their movements.

They abruptly turned their heads, their ghastly green vertical pupils suddenly shrinking.

A low roar full of vigilance and dread emitted from their throats, and their limbs pressed closely against the ground, actually involuntarily taking half a step backward.

Kyle slumped beside the wreckage of the security scanner, his hands still maintaining an upward-blocking posture.

He sluggishly rolled his eyes and looked in the direction from which the steel pipe had been shot.

Roken, who had narrowly escaped with his life, clutched his shoulder scratched by the beast's claws as fresh blood gushed out between his fingers.

Yet he even forgot to emit a painful groan, his gaze crossing over the monster in front of him and staring straight at the entrance of the passage.

Pike, curled up in the corner, heard the loud noise and shiveringly opened his eyes.

Looking at the monster on the wall spraying blood and struggling continuously, his mouth wide open, he didn't even notice the boning knife in his arms sliding to the ground with a "clang" sound.

Ira, sitting against the wall, struggled to lift her eyelids.

As a psycho-telekinetic, her perception was sharper than anyone else's.

In that darkness, she didn't sense any brutal aura of mutant beasts.

Instead, she felt a scorching force like a volcanic eruption ruthlessly crushing over.

Whether human or mutant beast.

At this moment, all gazes were fixed dead on the heavy darkness at the entrance of the passage.

Tap... Tap...

An extremely slight yet unusually steady sound of footsteps came from the darkness.

The soles of the boots grinding over the volcanic ash on the floor tiles made a fine, rustling friction sound.

The tactical flashlight dropped on the ground rippled open a faint halo of light.

At the edge of the halo, the outline of a slender and upright figure slowly emerged.

He wore no bloated protective suit nor any gas mask.

In this underground ruin filled with highly toxic and fatal radiation, this strange man was empty-handed and steady-paced, walking as if in his own backyard.

That clean, fair face exuded a weirdness that subverted common sense in the eyes of these wasteland hunters struggling to survive.

And the substance-like oppressive feeling emitted from his body made people feel even more suffocated than the overwhelming beast tide outside.

Every step forward he took, that slight footstep was like a heavy hammer pounding on everyone's heart.

Roar!

The remaining three Crawling Beasts sensed extreme danger.

Abandoning their original prey, they simultaneously arched their spines and hissed at the uninvited guest, trying to intimidate him so he wouldn't dare approach.

Fang Cheng stopped his footsteps, his gaze abruptly sweeping across the few monsters.

The next second.

Bang!

His left foot exerted sudden force and heavily stomped downwards, the hard floor tiles instantly exploding into fine powder.

Borrowing this terrifying recoil force, his entire body pulled out an afterimage out of thin air and directly vanished from where he stood.

Before the closest Crawling Beast had time to open its bloody mouth, Fang Cheng had already appeared before it.

There were no superfluous Moves.

Fang Cheng's right hand reached out like lightning, his five fingers like steel bars directly gripping the monster's mucus-filled lower jaw.

His thigh muscles tightened instantly, and his waist abruptly twisted.

Rip!

An extremely brutal sound of flesh tearing echoed through the hall.

Exercising force with one hand, Fang Cheng forcefully ripped this nearly half-ton mutant beast, along with its chin and half of its spine, off from its torso.

Steaming pitch-black blood poured onto the floor in a fan shape, like a severed high-pressure water pipe.

Fang Cheng gave a casual flick, tossing the still-twitching remains in his hand aside like throwing garbage.

Almost at the same instant, the second monster seized the flaw, leaping into the air from behind and lunging straight for Fang Cheng's neck.

Fang Cheng didn't even turn his head.

His right leg, like a pile driver filled with hydraulic pressure, fiercely lashed backward.

Boom!

The heavy military boot solidly stamped onto the monster's head in mid-air.

The violent physical kinetic energy directly kicked its hard skull along with its brains into its chest cavity.

That massive body flew sideways over a dozen meters like a cannonball leaving its barrel.

Then it fiercely smashed into a concrete load-bearing pillar, exploded into a pool of mush, and slowly slid down.

In the time of just three breaths, he killed two mutant beasts bare-handed in seconds!

If counting the one penetrated by the steel pipe, a total of three monsters whose defense was difficult to breach even with firearms died on the spot.

The entire underground hall fell into a death-like silence.

The four members of the hunter squad hadn't reacted at all, still maintaining their dumbfounded postures.

The last Crawling Beast hiding at the corner of the passage witnessed the miserable state of its companions with its own eyes.

It emitted a terrified whimper, its scales trembling violently all over its body.

Immediately, this bloodthirsty monster tucked its tail, its limbs slipping frantically on the dust-filled floor tiles, and turned around to flee desperately toward the passage entrance, not even daring to look back.

It seemed that the terrifying beast tide outside, which was enough to trample it into meat paste, was much safer than this empty-handed man before it.

Fang Cheng did not pursue.

Casually shaking off the blood stains on his knuckles, he then turned around and looked down condescendingly at Kyle, who had collapsed on the ground.

Kyle looked blankly at Fang Cheng.

Beneath the gas mask, that weathered face completely stiffened, and even the heave of his chest forcibly stagnated at this moment.

Not far away, Roken clutched his bleeding shoulder, staring at this man killing as if strolling leisurely, looking at him either like a deity or like a monster.

Pike scrambled and huddled beside Ira, his mouth wide open, unable to emit a single sound from his throat.

This adolescent child stared intently at Fang Cheng, his pupils slightly contracting.

Evidently, he had already recognized that the man tearing monsters apart bare-handed in front of him was the stranger he encountered during his previous reconnaissance.

That madman who lit a fire to roast meat alone in the city ruins, turning a blind eye to the harsh environment around him!

Pike only felt a chill shoot straight from his tailbone to the back of his head.

Not until this moment did he suddenly wake up; that man lighting a fire in the territory of the mutant beast pack was by no means courting death.

Rather, it was because the other party, from the bottom of their heart, didn't take those monsters capable of easily annihilating a hunter squad seriously at all.

Kyle and the others nearby had never seen Fang Cheng.

But their minds were likewise deeply shocked.

No protective suit, no gas mask.

Relying solely on pure Physical Body strength to blast monsters to death and unleash violence that crushed everything.

The footage of these short few seconds completely shattered their cognition of the two words "humans".

"Th... Thank you..."

Kyle swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Propping himself against the dilapidated security scanner, his legs trembling, he stubbornly forced himself to stand up bit by bit.

Then, he lowered that arrogant head belonging to an elite hunter of Iron City.

In front of the absolute power displayed by this man, their combat skills of which they were so proud were simply as laughable as children playing.

Only by surrendering without reservation could they express their respect.

Fang Cheng looked at Kyle, who was bowing his head in front of him, with no expression on his face.

He then patted the dust off his hands and spoke in a flat tone:

"I'm not very familiar with this place. I need someone to lead the way."

Hearing this inquiring sentence, Kyle felt as if granted a general amnesty, his whole body relaxing.

"Yes, My Lord, I am very willing to be your guide."

He just wanted to open his mouth to express thanks and report the route of the underground passage to this powerhouse.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng furrowed his brows slightly and raised his hand to signal silence.

Then he turned his head, his gaze crossing over the monster remains on the ground, casting straight toward that pitch-black passage entrance.

The dull tremors coming from the surface had disappeared at some unknown time.

The beast tide that was frantically surging and roaring outside the passage the second before was as if someone had instantly wrung its neck, leaving not even a shred of sound behind.

The entire wasteland world seemed to plunge into an abyss in an instant.

Following closely, a stream of extremely chilling cold wind poured backward from the passage entrance into the underground hall.

This was not ordinary wind; it carried a dead-silent chill that seemed capable of freezing the perception of the facial features.

The pungent sulfur smell and intense bloody stench originally filled in the air were completely stripped away by this bizarre cold wind.

The temperature in the hall plummeted in a cliff-like fashion.

Kyle, who had just straightened his body up, shivered fiercely.

He discovered in terror that the volcanic ash accumulated in the gaps of the floor tiles was condensing a layer of ghastly white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The exhaled hot air, before it even had time to dissipate, turned into ice dregs that fell patteringly.

Kyle held his breath, his eyes staring closely at the direction of the passage entrance.

Outside the faint halo of the flashlight, a patch of black fog even deeper than the darkness was silently spreading along the ground.

The fog rolled, writhing like a living creature with life.

"It's the Black Monster!"

Pike squeezed out an exclamation from his throat.

Revealed in his voice was an emotion even more terrified than when facing mutant beasts.

"It's over... They followed the storm in!"

Roken clutched his injured shoulder, hurriedly retreating a few steps, not even daring to go pick up the rifle discarded to the side.

In the wasteland, all hunters knew an iron rule.

Physical weapons were completely ineffective against these ghosts wandering in the storm.

As long as they were touched by them, a living person's flesh and blood would be frozen and sucked dry in an instant, turning into a pile of ashes drifting away with the wind.

The speed at which the black fog spread was extremely fast.

Bearing the brunt was the Crawling Beast that Fang Cheng had nailed to the wall with a steel pipe.

The rolling fog had just overflowed the still-dripping massive body.

Hiss——

The wound that had originally gushed hot blood and the hard cyan scales instantly lost all color, becoming ashen and withered.

Following closely, the nearly half-ton mutant beast remains, like a weathered sand sculpture, collapsed into a pile of grayish-white dust on the floor tiles, scattering down patteringly.

Deep within the fog, four eerie shadows slowly emerged.

They had no physical bodies, no facial features, and their shapes were like human outlines forcibly elongated and twisted, suspending half a foot above the ground in mid-air.

As they approached, the already faint light in the underground hall seemed to be completely swallowed up.

An extreme chill invaded, and even the air seemed to stop flowing.

Ira, sitting against the wall, looked even paler, her lips tightly pressed.

She only felt the beating speed of her heart getting slower and slower, as if her blood was about to freeze in her blood vessels.

Fang Cheng's gaze remained calm.

Looking at those flickering shadows in the fog, he didn't sense any fluctuations of Qi and blood from these things.

Instead, he perceived an extremely chaotic, high-intensity negative mental fluctuation.

"Energy bodies that survive by devouring life energy..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, murmuring to himself.

He stepped forward, steadily blocking in front of the four nearly desperate wasteland hunters.

Then he took a deep breath, his chest swelling slightly.

The Pure Yang True Qi in his Dantian, which was like a dormant volcano, was completely detonated at this moment.

Hum——

A trembling sound of bones and muscles resounding together echoed like thunder within the spacious underground hall.

Following closely, a layer of dazzling golden light flames suddenly ignited on Fang Cheng's body surface.

The extremely rigid and extremely yang light of Qi and blood instantly expanded a golden barrier with a radius of three meters, enveloping Kyle and the others within it.

This was the materialized manifestation of the Hunyuan True Domain driven to its limit.

High temperatures radiated crazily in all directions, and the waves of fire scorched the air ahead, causing it to violently distort.

The approaching ghastly white frost, the instant it came into contact with the heat wave, directly vaporized.

In the shocked eyes of Kyle and the others.

This man wearing only thin clothing erupted with boundless golden light at this moment.

In this boundless dark night filled with death and coldness, he was like a golden sun rising out of thin air.

The dazzling light, in an extremely tyrannical posture, instantly evaporated the approaching thick fog to nothingness, and also dispelled the fear deep in Kyle and the others' hearts.

That domineering yet warm aura turned into rolling heat waves, forcefully penetrating into their bodies and making their nearly frozen-stiff blood boil anew.

Even Ira's severely overdrawn psycho-telekinetic power miraculously gained a trace of relief under the shining of the sunlight.

She widened her eyes with joy, gazing at that dazzling man.

Located at the center of the light, Fang Cheng's expression had not a shred of ripple.

As if using himself as firewood, he turned into a torch illuminating this wasteland world.

The four human figures called "Black Monsters" stopped their momentum of advancing outside the halo of light.

Their figures constantly twisted and fluctuated in the darkness, emitting shrill shrieks that did not belong to any living creature.

It seemed they wanted to forcefully break through this barrier and devour fresh flesh and blood.

Yet facing this extremely yang and extremely rigid flame, filled with instinctive fear, they floated in mid-air, caught in a dilemma of whether to advance or retreat.