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Darkness spread like ink, seemingly filling every inch of space until it was impenetrable.

And within this suffocating silence, a wisp of dangerous aura lingered, always present in the surroundings.

Like the tongue of a viper hidden in the grass, it seeped out bit by bit, teasing taut nerves.

Fang Cheng held his breath, quietly standing in place.

His body appeared motionless, but his spirit was pushed to its limit, every nerve fiber sparking, in a state of high alert.

Facing the deadly threat hidden in the shadows, his eyes showed no panic, only a full release of his senses.

Like an incredibly precise radar, he constantly scanned everything around him, capturing the slightest movement.

Even the trace of a speck of dust rising or falling.

His mind was calm as water, so deep that not a ripple could be seen.

Just like that, he silently waited for his opponent to attack again, exposing a flaw.

Suddenly, a subtle, almost imperceptible spatial fluctuation quietly arose, as if a gentle breeze brushed across the lake, stirring up circles of fine ripples.

Almost in that instant, Fang Cheng's originally calm mind was disturbed, as if a small pebble had been thrown into it.

The ripples quickly spread, affecting his entire sea of consciousness.

"Found it!"

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, like two flames ignited in the darkness.

His gaze was like a tangible sharp arrow, piercing straight through layers of dark mist, capturing the source of this extremely subtle anomaly.

At this moment, the invisible enemy was clearly approaching him quietly.

Seemingly to avoid alerting him, they deliberately slowed down, until they entered attack range, and then launched a fatal blow.

But even so, the figure hidden in the darkness would still bring a trace of weak airflow fluctuations, unable to be completely erased.

This was like a dangerous signal being transmitted, as long as your mental attributes were strong enough, you would be able to successfully capture it!

His heartbeat accelerated slightly in his chest, not from fear, but from the involuntary excitement before the hunt.

But at this moment, the opponent seemed to keenly sense something.

The constantly fluctuating ripples in the air paused briefly for half a second.

How could Fang Cheng miss this fleeting opportunity? He immediately pushed off the ground with both legs, and pounced towards the source of the ripples like a cheetah hunting.

At the same time, the dagger tightly held in his hand also drew a sharp arc in the air.

The speed was so fast, like a black lightning bolt, with a resolute determination to kill, rushing straight towards the target.

Clang!

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

Based on his intuition, Fang Cheng quickly sensed the point of force upon the moment the blades collided.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his wrist, guiding the blade around the opponent's invisible parrying dagger, and fiercely and accurately stabbed towards the air wall behind.

This move, with force concentrated at the tip of the blade, was the "Defense-Breaking Twisting Stab" in dagger fighting techniques, designed to exploit the flaws revealed by the enemy's lack of reaction, and inflict a fatal blow.

Puchi!

With a muffled sound, the tip of the dagger indeed pierced a tangible object.

It felt like... a soft, jelly-like mass.

In an instant, a figure was forcibly pulled out of the dark mist, vaguely revealing a figure wearing black combat uniform.

However, before Fang Cheng could feel any sense of relief.

The figure that had just appeared split into two in an instant after being stabbed in the chest by the dagger tip.

It was like a double illusion born from darkness, or as if the opponent had been directly split in half by this stab.

Chi!

Just then, the air on the left was suddenly torn apart by a sharp blade.

A sharp gust of wind, wrapped in an aura of death, struck Fang Cheng's throat like a viper spitting its tongue.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank, instinctively reacting, instantly dodging to the side.

The gust of wind roared past his neck, bringing a chill that made his hairs stand on end.

Before the sound had even dissipated, a new danger struck again.

Almost at the same time, Fang Cheng caught a glimpse of a flashing cold light in the corner of his eye.

With a "whoosh", the sound of a blade cutting through the air rang out from behind.

Fang Cheng reacted extremely quickly, and as he sidestepped, he suddenly stomped down with his foot, forcibly twisting his waist.

He avoided the deadly blow by a hair's breadth, while simultaneously holding his dagger horizontally to protect his vital throat.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the sound of metal colliding was deafening, and sparks instantly bloomed in the darkness.

Fang Cheng also used this impact to jump back, crouching down and rolling several meters away.

A series of movements were smooth and fluid, avoiding this almost fatal ultimate move with extreme danger.

Only the clothes on his back were cut open, and the cold wind poured in, creating a trace of coolness.

It seems I'm bleeding again.

Fang Cheng steadied his mind, and suddenly raised his eyes, staring ahead.

He saw two cold lights turning and waving in the air, like shooting stars flying across the dark night.

The eerie figure that had split into two was simultaneously wielding daggers from the left and right sides, relentlessly chasing after him with unparalleled sharpness.

Without time to think, Fang Cheng immediately raised his dagger to parry, blocking the successive attacks.

In an instant, cold lights flashed continuously, and sparks flew everywhere.

The double phantom surrounded and attacked, the blade was continuous, creating an offensive like mercury pouring onto the ground.

Seeing that Fang Cheng seemed to be able to see through the invisibility, the phantom simply stopped hiding his body and instead launched a full-scale attack, leaving him no room to breathe.

The "clone" on the left was like a ghost, wrapped in a gloomy chill, instantly approaching Fang Cheng, raising his hand and launching a sharp straight stab, the dagger's edge directly threatening Fang Cheng's heart.

The "clone" on the right was equally fast, seeing Fang Cheng dodge to the side, the dagger in his hand immediately chased after him, aiming to slash his neck with cunning ruthlessness.

Fang Cheng fought and retreated, his eyes like torches, his footsteps switching nimbly, occasionally blocking a few times, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Although he was a little surprised just now and was injured by the opponent's extremely strange move.

However, facing the situation of being surrounded and attacked by multiple people, Fang Cheng had already mastered the method of dealing with it in countless battles with imaginary enemies.

At this moment, he quickly calmed down, carefully observing the trajectory of each "clone" of the opponent, the flaws in each movement, not letting go of any detail that could reverse the battle.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, seizing the opportunity, and the accumulated power burst out in an instant.

He stomped down hard, and the whole person suddenly jumped up like an arrow from a bow.

Waving the dagger backhand, not retreating but advancing, the blade drew a cold light in the air, stabbing straight forward.

At this time, the two "clones" pounced together, as if multiple ghost shadows, unpredictable.

Fang Cheng was not flustered, his eyes were tightly locked on the movements of the figure on the right.

At the moment it raised its hand to attack, he crashed straight into it, fiercely stabbing his throat with a knife.

The movements were sharp and decisive, like a cheetah lurking in the dark night, revealing its deadly fangs.

Puchi!

The blade paused slightly, and the figure instantly turned into a cloud of water mist, disappearing suddenly, as if it had never appeared.

At this time, the dagger in the left clone's hand was already like a viper spitting its tongue, almost touching Fang Cheng's skin.

The cold edge made every hair stand on end.

In the moment between life and death, Fang Cheng's body did not stop, but suddenly attacked with both hands at the same time.

Relying on his deeply ingrained fighting instincts, his left hand was already clenched into a fist, his muscles bulging, and his veins popping out.

At that moment, with a twist of his waist, he used the torsional force of his body's rotation to unleash a swift and accurate jab, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Bang!

The fist and dagger crossed paths, and in that split second, the fist heavily struck the left doppelganger's chest.

The force seemed capable of shattering metal and stone, and the combat uniform on the doppelganger's chest instantly exploded, with pieces of cloth flying everywhere.

Thwack!

At the same time, the dagger plunged into Fang Cheng's arm like the fangs of a vicious wolf.

The sharp blade cut through flesh without any resistance, and fresh blood gushed out, instantly staining his clothes red, leaving a shocking bloodstain on his arm.

Fang Cheng endured the pain and took half a step back to reduce the extent of the injury.

However, the Ghost was sent flying by the punch, like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc in the air.

Then, he crashed heavily into a piece of mechanical equipment, and the powerful impact even dented the iron sheet on the surface of the equipment.

With a few 'clang' sounds, metal parts scattered all over the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Pfft—"

The Ghost's body twisted strangely a few times, and he struggled to prop himself up. Before he could stand steady, a mouthful of blood couldn't be suppressed and spewed out.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, mixed with the blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

The combat uniform on his body was already tattered. After his chest was struck by Fang Cheng's heavy punch, his clothes were torn, revealing the bruised and slightly sunken chest underneath, indicating that his ribs were already fractured.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, silently circulated his true qi, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

Although the stab punch emphasizes speed and reaction, the 40 points of Strength attribute, coupled with the Iron Fist special effect and the Qilin Arm's one-second pre-charge attack, still made its power not to be underestimated.

In this exchange of moves, Fang Cheng clearly had the upper hand, and his opponent suffered a considerable loss.

The two stood apart, looking at each other.

The Ghost's face was pale, and he looked at Fang Cheng with a hint of unwillingness and astonishment in his eyes.

After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "It's been a long time since anyone has caused me this kind of damage."

As he spoke, his shoulders were still trembling slightly, obviously suffering a serious injury.

As the captain of the most elite special forces unit in the Noah Organization, he was confident that he possessed extraordinary stealth abilities and could create illusionary clones to confuse the enemy.

Even when facing formidable enemies, he could advance and retreat freely, remaining invincible.

He had been very cautious in this hunting plan.

Through watching the battle on the surveillance footage before, and the failure of the initial sneak attack, he was actually quite afraid of Fang Cheng's strength.

Knowing that he was strong, fast, and tough, he used illusionary clones to disrupt Fang Cheng's mind and offensive rhythm.

At the same time, he used daggers coated with neurotoxins to continuously attack, and as long as the skin was scratched, causing slight damage, it could continuously paralyze the enemy, ultimately winning without a fight.

Even if Fang Cheng caught a flaw and created a threat,

he could also use the real and fake clones and his extremely agile skills to instantly turn passivity into initiative, launching a surprise counterattack and killing.

He didn't expect that he would still be defeated miserably by this legendary murderer.

The Ghost forced a bitter smile and continued:

"I admit, you do have some skills."

Fang Cheng raised his head slightly, his gaze stern, and did not respond.

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice sounded from the darkness:

"Ghost, if you keep playing, you'll really be stuck here. Let me help you."

Hearing this harsh sound, like sandpaper rubbing together, as if his throat was broken,

the Ghost's spirits immediately lifted, and he responded:

"Okay, let's go together and take advantage of his serious injuries to finish him off immediately!"

At this moment, he no longer had the pride and arrogance he had before, and only wanted to eliminate this confidant who almost killed him as soon as possible.

As the voice fell, a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt and nearly 1.9 meters tall slowly walked out.

He stood entirely in the shadows, and the face under the hood was blurred.

Only his tall figure gave people a strong sense of oppression, like a huge granite rock standing in the darkness, highlighting the powerful strength brought by his muscles.

The two stood one in front of the other, sandwiching Fang Cheng in the center, forming a seemingly impenetrable encirclement.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng did not show any expression and still stood quietly in place.

Drip, drip.

Fresh red blood continued to flow from the cut on his left arm.

The slowly dripping blood seemed to be silently telling that his injuries were very serious.

The dagger in his right hand had also been cut with several nicks, scrapped, and discarded on the ground.

Even when he tried to raise his fists and assume a fighting stance, his footsteps were slightly staggered, making people couldn't help but sweat for him.

The only slightly unusual thing was that the muscles of his uninjured right arm were obviously bulging, as if preparing to make a final tenacious resistance.

Seeing this scene, a flash of joy flashed in the Ghost's eyes, thinking that the neurotoxin should be working.

Then he shouted to the hooded man:

"Same as before, I'm responsible for frontal containment, and you act at the right time!"

After formulating a battle plan, seeing Fang Cheng still motionless, the Ghost became more and more convinced of his guess.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, his eyes fixed on his opponent, as if he was about to swallow him alive in the next second.

"Hehe, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

As the hooded man spoke, he twisted his thick neck, and when he clenched his fist as big as a sandbag, his knuckles burst and crackled.

Suddenly, he roared wildly, his muscles bulged all over his body, and he kicked off the ground, but he launched an attack before the Ghost.

He charged fiercely, and with a backhand straight punch, he struck towards Fang Cheng's masked head like a heavy hammer, with a whistling sound of breaking through the air.

At the same time, the Ghost did not feel surprised.

Because this was the tactic between the two, using the opposite words to confuse the enemy's consciousness and judgment, so as to achieve a one-hit kill effect.

The Ghost's eyes flickered, and several phantoms quickly separated from his body, rushing towards Fang Cheng like ghosts.

He tried to use his ability to imprison his actions, so that the hooded man's amazing heavy punch with a power of more than ten tons could hit with one blow.

However, at this critical moment, Fang Cheng's face turned red, and his eyes instantly ignited with blazing flames, as if to ignite the surrounding air.

He only felt a surging force rushing from his limbs, straight to the top of his head, and hot blood was boiling in his blood vessels like molten lava. Every inch of his skin was trembling slightly because of this surging force.

A feeling of excitement, like a surging tide, impacted his mind wave after wave, making him couldn't help but roar to the sky.

With a roar, the surrounding aura surged wildly, his muscles tightened, and his veins bulged, like angry dragons meandering under his skin.

The overwhelming pressure was like a seal being lifted.

Fang Cheng's eyes showed a fierce light, and what he had deliberately endured and waited for was this moment!

Activating the Overlord Body state!