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The dark, looming factory was like a sleeping behemoth, silently awaiting intruders.

Looking up, the crisscrossing pipes hung overhead, like a cold, steel web.

Moving the gaze downwards, several corpses lay amidst the discarded machinery on the ground.

Their limbs were twisted, their faces contorted in terror, as if silently recounting the fierce battle that had taken place here not long ago.

The wind howled in through broken doors and windows, carrying faint, creaking moans.

A group of combat personnel, armed with firearms, silently surrounded the area like a black tide.

They were clad in all-black combat uniforms, equipped with advanced tactical masks, with only pairs of eyes revealing a chilling coldness.

The leading captain silently issued instructions through hand gestures, and the team members quickly spread out in a fan shape, their movements uniform and well-trained.

Deep in the darkness, Fang Cheng quietly lurked between several towering machines, his motionless figure blending into the surroundings filled with rust and oil stains.

His eyes were like stars in the cold night, shimmering slightly, and his ears were like precise radar, capturing even the slightest movements around him in all directions without blind spots.

Suddenly, a faint footstep entered his ears, approaching his location.

As if a hunting mechanism had been triggered, Fang Cheng instantly and accurately determined the enemy's position.

The muscles throughout his body immediately tensed, and he held a dagger in reverse grip, the blade pointing downwards, concealing its cold edge in his palm.

Then, he quietly moved along the shadows of the machinery, step by step, until he was next to his target.

Like a leopard hiding in the night, ready to pounce at any moment.

Thunk!

With a soft sound, Fang Cheng struck like lightning, slicing the enemy's throat with his dagger.

The sound of blood spurting echoed briefly in the silent workshop, before being quickly swallowed by the darkness.

The team member's eyes widened, and his hands instinctively covered his throat, trying to stop the gushing blood, but in vain.

The surroundings instantly became noisy, with gunfire, shouts, and instructions from the walkie-talkie all intertwined.

The tranquil atmosphere that had been deliberately created just now was completely shattered.

The entire workshop seemed to explode, with heavy gunfire and bursts of light.

Amidst the hail of bullets, Fang Cheng dodged left and right, his figure continuously leaping over obstacles, weaving through the crisscrossing pipes.

Relying on the memory palace formed in his mind in advance, and his familiarity with the workshop environment, he quickly moved to another pre-determined hunting position.

When he pressed close to the cold and rusty machine body, holding his breath and trying to blend into the darkness again.

He keenly sensed footsteps around him, approaching from all directions.

These footsteps were steady and orderly, seemingly mastering some kind of high-tech equipment or special methods for searching for hidden targets.

Obviously, after the brief confrontation earlier, the other party also quickly made effective tactical adjustments, forming an encirclement, intending to trap him in this area.

"If that's the case…"

A cold glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes, and he gripped the dagger in his hand, shaking off the blood droplets.

His brain was running at high speed, quickly calculating the footsteps and breathing sounds coming from around him.

Soon, he roughly determined that there were thirteen enemies still distributed in the encirclement, as well as the differences in their respective positions and distances.

Having made a decision, Fang Cheng then crouched down, watching the figures emerging from the darkness, ready to strike.

Suddenly, he pushed off with his feet, his figure instantly darting out like an arrow, rushing towards the team member closest to him.

That person noticed the movement, his pupils shrank, and he was just about to raise his hand to lift his gun.

Fang Cheng's figure had already cut into his arms like a ghost, with a determined determination to kill, his left hand's five fingers like steel hooks, locking the other's fingers that were pulling the trigger.

Then, he twisted with a sudden force, and with a crisp "crack," the finger bones snapped.

Before the scream could rush out of his throat, Fang Cheng's right hand, gripping the dagger tightly, had already drawn a cold arc in the air, cutting into the enemy's throat.

A stream of blood instantly spurted out, and warm blood splattered on the hideous mask like a demon.

The team member's eyes widened, and his body instantly slumped down softly.

Almost at the same time, the other two team members on the left had already heard the sound and came to support, even firing without hesitation while running.

Bang bang bang!

The bullets howled past Fang Cheng's side, hitting the pipes next to him, splashing a string of sparks.

Fang Cheng's eyes were as calm as water, and he quickly used the team member's body as cover, while grabbing the assault rifle in his hand and decisively pulling the trigger.

Instantly, the gun chamber roared, the muzzle spat fire, and a fierce firefight broke out with the opponent.

Bang, bang!

Two bullets aimed at the target in Eagle Eye vision, swept out accurate trajectories, and hit the unprotected neck.

The two team members who were running and shooting fell forward uncontrollably, smashing into the cement floor with a muffled sound.

And just after the bullets were fired, Fang Cheng turned around without hesitation, and pulled the trigger again, another round of sweeping.

At this time, three team members were just in a triangular formation, flanking from behind, and were so frightened that they quickly dodged.

Taking advantage of the brief firepower suppression, Fang Cheng threw away the assault rifle with the emptied magazine, and his figure did not stop, but drilled into the gap in the pipe next to him like a mud loach.

His footsteps were light and agile, like an ape jumping and shuttling through the pipes.

Relying on his familiarity with the workshop environment, after circling around, he reappeared above the heads of the three team members who were communicating and searching for targets with walkie-talkies.

Fang Cheng, who was condescending, aimed at the enemy's gap in changing the magazine, and suddenly launched a surprise attack like a heavenly soldier.

Using the momentum of jumping down, Fang Cheng raised his right elbow high and slammed it on one of the heads.

With a muffled "bang", the man's head was struck by a heavy hammer, shattering the mask and the skull together, and he died instantly without even making a sound.

At the moment of landing, Fang Cheng leaned down smoothly, and while the other two had not yet reacted, he kicked one of them with a sweeping leg, breaking the shin bones of both legs.

At the critical moment, he quickly dodged a burst of bullets fired from the side.

Then, with the help of "Dance of Lightning" to accelerate, his left leg slashed out like a tomahawk, kicking the other gunman and the gun hard towards the other pursuers who followed closely.

This kick carried a fatal force, like a truck knocking people flying, killing the target while also blocking the sight and firepower of the latecomers.

Fang Cheng didn't give them a chance to breathe, the dagger turned in his hand, and then, like a black lightning, he rushed into the chaotic crowd and launched a close-quarters melee.

Slitting throats, stabbing chests, locking, breaking bones, seizing guns, counterattacking.

The actions were completed in one go, cleanly and neatly sending them to the west, and a large pool of blood flowed on the ground in an instant.

Before he could stop to breathe for half a second, he heard the footsteps of pursuers approaching again behind him.

Fang Cheng immediately turned around, once again suppressing with gunfire while dodging and retreating, readjusting the pace of the attack.

In this way, he constantly maneuvered with these pursuers using the complex maze-like terrain, using thunderous means to defeat them one by one and hunt them down.

A few minutes later.

The smoke dissipated in the workshop, returning to silence.

Faint moonlight filtered through the shattered windows, dimly illuminating a scene ravaged by war.

Pockmarks covered the mechanical equipment, making it appear even more dilapidated.

Paint peeled from the pipes, riddled with bullet holes, exposing the rusted interior.

Corpses lay scattered haphazardly, each death a shocking sight.

Some had their throats slit open by sharp blades, the flesh turned outward, grotesquely horrifying.

Others had twisted limbs, clearly struck by heavy objects, with stark white broken bones piercing through the skin.

Dark red blood had long since gathered into streams, winding along the ground, emitting a pungent, metallic stench.

A discarded headset emitted a "buzzing" static, sounding particularly jarring in the silence.

Crack.

A completely black figure emerged from the darkness, stepping over corpses and crushing the headset.

The mask, resembling a demon's visage, appeared cold and ruthless, but faint red lights flickered within the eyeholes.

Streams of information about combat experience appeared before his eyes.

【Boxing Experience +13】

【Sanshou Experience +15】

【Muay Thai Experience +25】

【Jujutsu Experience +20】

【Tai Chi Experience +15】

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【Swordsmanship Experience +20】

【Gunmanship Experience +25】

A cloud of cold, white breath escaped from the mask's ventilation holes as Fang Cheng raised his eyes, scanning his surroundings.

No other figures appeared in his vision, suggesting that all enemies in this area had been eliminated.

"If those gunmen on the top floor of the workshop were the entire force, then perhaps only I'm left…"

As he pondered, Fang Cheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

Instantly, he dove to the side without hesitation.

At the very instant Fang Cheng dove, a flash of cold light appeared, as if out of nowhere, slicing through the spot where he had just been standing.

Chih!

With a sharp tearing sound, a gash appeared in the fabric of his shoulder.

Fang Cheng rolled several meters away, quickly looking up at the attacker.

But he saw no one, only a dagger floating in the air, gleaming with a cold light in the faint moonlight.

As if controlled by a ghost, it exuded an endless sense of unease.

The dagger, having missed its mark, did not stop, but immediately closed in again, aiming straight for Fang Cheng's throat.

Its movements were so swift, like a shooting star in the night, that one barely had time to blink.

It left Fang Cheng no room to breathe or react.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, Fang Cheng had no time to think. He leaned back, twisted his waist and abdomen, and kicked off the ground with his legs, instantly sliding along the ground.

As he slid past a corpse, he grabbed the assault rifle lying on the ground and, without getting up, opened fire in the direction of the attacking dagger.

Da da da da da!

Bullets swept across like a swarm of bees, instantly illuminating a small area.

They also whistled and searched for any enemies that might be hiding within.

However, apart from the bullets striking the surrounding machinery and pipes, sending sparks and debris flying, there was no sign of the attacker.

Even the dagger had vanished into thin air.

The rifle held only a few bullets, which were quickly exhausted.

The surroundings returned to darkness, a silence that was suffocating.

But Fang Cheng could clearly feel that danger still lurked, lurking in some unseen corner, waiting for its chance to strike.

Suddenly, a chill ran through his shoulder, accompanied by a faint tingling sensation.

He saw a faint, dark red line of blood seeping out of the muscle exposed by the torn clothing.

Fang Cheng glanced at it, and his heart tightened.

The dagger could easily cut through the resilient fabric of his combat uniform and leave a wound on his body, indicating its extraordinary sharpness.

Just then, a voice echoed eerily:

"Your reaction is quite fast."

The voice was cold, sinister, and tinged with a hint of mockery.

It echoed in the deathly silent workshop, as if a ghost were speaking to him.

Fang Cheng instantly heightened his senses to the extreme, activating his eagle-eye vision, his gaze sweeping towards the source of the sound.

He tried to find the guy hiding in the darkness and playing tricks.

However, apart from the dark outlines of various mechanical equipment inside the workshop, he could not find any other slightly unusual shadows.

The opponent clearly possessed some extremely special ability.

It seemed to be the ability to integrate the body into the refractive background light waves, thereby achieving optical invisibility.

And, like himself, he could suppress breathing and heartbeat sounds, and even eliminate the sounds of footsteps and scent molecules emitted by the body when moving.

That's why he seemed so elusive, making it difficult for Fang Cheng to detect his true existence.

The reason why he was able to react in time and dodge the killing blow at the moment when the opponent launched a sneak attack without warning was entirely due to his spiritual attribute exceeding 40 points, which stimulated his sixth sense for danger.

The voice paused, then said:

"However, if you can only achieve this level, I'm afraid you won't be able to cause me any harm."

Fang Cheng snorted coldly and replied, "Is that so? You can try again."

"Oh, do you still have some hidden ultimate move?"

The voice was mocking, and he obviously didn't take Fang Cheng's words seriously.

Fang Cheng's gaze was sharp, staring intently at the direction from which the voice came, and said:

"You are the commander of this team, right? Since I can kill all your subordinates, it's naturally not a problem to deal with you."

The owner of the voice was the Wraith who had been watching the battle in the monitoring room.

He secretly directed the battle, deliberately waiting for Fang Cheng to relax before launching a fatal blow.

It's a pity that it didn't succeed as expected.

Then, the Wraith let out a burst of sneering laughter, and was not angered by it. Instead, he asked in a deep voice:

"Since you dare to be an enemy of our Noah Organization, you should have some background, right? You can't just be a nobody, can you?"

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of disdain:

"The things your organization does are outrageous and condemned by both humans and gods. As for what my background is, you don't need to know. Anyway, you won't be able to escape today."

The two of them were throwing trash talk at each other, seemingly waiting for something.

Although Fang Cheng seemed very arrogant at the moment, his mind was extremely calm, magnifying his five senses to the limit, trying to lock onto the enemy's trail.

After waiting for a while, the Wraith saw that Fang Cheng still looked alive and kicking, so he couldn't help but ridicule him:

"Next, the intensity of my attack will double. I hope your skills are as hard as your mouth."

After speaking, accompanied by the disappearance of his voice, his whole person seemed to have completely disappeared into the darkness, like a drop of water merging into ink, leaving no trace.

Fang Cheng only felt a strong aura of danger surrounding him, as if an invisible hand was slowly strangling his throat.

This time, the dagger in the opponent's hand was also invisible.

The threat hidden in the darkness was as elusive as a ghost.

However, Fang Cheng suddenly raised his eyes, staring intently in a certain direction.

Although the opponent can cover up his own smell, heartbeat, breathing, and footsteps, it is difficult to cover up all the movements when launching an attack.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes became sharper and sharper, like an eagle locking onto its prey.

The surrounding air made the slightest sound of flowing, as if a string had been gently plucked, creating ripples.