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With a thunderous roar, Fang Cheng's muscles rapidly bulged.

His combat suit, already stretched taut against his body, could no longer withstand the savage force.

Bang!

It instantly burst into countless black fragments, scattering in all directions.

Dust billowed and rose from where Fang Cheng stood, swirling with the shattered pieces of clothing.

It was as if a whirlwind roared around him, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle.

The wraith and hooded man, who had been flanking him, were momentarily stunned, their attacks faltering slightly.

After Fang Cheng's clothes were torn apart, the muscles in his arms, legs, and torso exploded outwards.

Only a pair of red briefs remained, tightly covering his vital areas.

His flushed skin continued to ripple and undulate, as if several giant pythons were slithering beneath it.

He resembled a savage beast awakened from an ancient battlefield, radiating a terrifying wildness and power.

The wraith's ghostly movements seemed rooted to the ground.

His heart leaped as his eyes met those fierce, predatory eyes, instantly recalling the scene of his previous knockout.

He decisively retreated, concealing his true form and sending only a few "phantom clones" forward.

These clones could not only disrupt the enemy's vision and impair their judgment in combat,

but also create a wall of compressed air, hindering the target's attack and creating a restraining effect.

This was also one of the reasons why the "phantom clones" felt almost like real people.

Even half a second of immobilizing the opponent would be enough.

His companion could then unleash his terrifying power and smash his head with a single punch.

With that thought, the wraith looked towards the hooded man attacking from behind, filled with anticipation.

This hulking man, nearly two meters tall and weighing over three hundred kilograms, was one of the few survivors of that special experiment.

He also possessed a "transformation ability," and in terms of muscular strength and physical toughness, he should absolutely crush this "dwarf" who was only a little over one meter eighty.

At this moment, the hooded man also realized that the opponent's threat level had increased, his eyes widening like copper bells as he locked onto the enemy.

As he sprinted forward, his right arm swelled wildly, as if being inflated, when he swung his fist.

Bang!

Almost simultaneously, his arm burst through the sleeve of his clothes, revealing a bicep that bulged like a small mountain.

This punch was like a massive battering ram swinging wildly, carrying a violent gust of wind as it hurtled towards Fang Cheng.

Such a powerful attack would undoubtedly break bones and tear tendons with the slightest touch.

In an instant, the dagger tore through the air, and the fist shattered the sound barrier, both carrying the intent to kill.

His right arm, swollen to the extreme, glowed red and hot, like a steam-powered mechanical arm.

Crack—

His joints twisted, suddenly emitting a series of chilling cracking sounds.

In that instant, Fang Cheng finally moved!

Just as the heavy punch from behind was about to strike his head like Mount Tai pressing down,

he stomped his right foot violently, leaping forward.

His whole body soared into the air, twisting his waist and hips, all the muscles, bones, and joints in his body intertwined.

Immense power poured into it, instantly running through his torso, passing to his shoulders, elbows, wrists, and finally to his clenched right fist.

It formed an indestructible chain of steel.

Pop!

Amidst the explosive sound of firecrackers, Fang Cheng relied on his amazing control over his body to spin 180 degrees in the air.

His right arm, using the force of the rotation, lashed out with a devastating spinning aerial whip punch, like a returning spear.

He completely ignored the wraith, who had already become a defeated foe.

Having amplified his senses earlier, he had already noticed the hooded man lurking in the shadows, exuding an aura similar to that of the experimental subjects.

Therefore, Fang Cheng had always focused his main attention on this more dangerous enemy.

And the reason he used the Qilin Arm to accumulate power was to wait for the other party to take the initiative to rush forward.

Then, in the Tyrant Body state, he could use the greatest explosive force and the most efficient method to kill the opponent in one move!

"Heh!"

The hooded man let out a low growl, his eyeballs bloodshot, like a berserk and out-of-control violence machine.

He had only one obsession, which was to rush forward at all costs and shatter Fang Cheng's mask with his sandbag-sized fist, crushing his head.

The wind from his fist whistled past, blowing away his hood, revealing an ugly face covered in scars.

The fleshy jowls on his face trembled violently as he exerted his strength, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

At the same time, as Fang Cheng completed his spin and punch in the air, his back was completely exposed to the wraith.

Those "phantom clones" seized the opportunity and pounced on his body like hungry wolves.

However, a strange scene appeared.

They seemed to hit an invisible wall, enveloped by the hot aura erupting from Fang Cheng's body, instantly turning into water vapor and dissipating into nothingness.

They did not hinder his progress at all, nor could they affect his determination to fight.

Fang Cheng's eyes were like burning flames, hot and bright, and a sense of excitement surged in his chest.

In this moment of life-and-death confrontation, how could there be the slightest hesitation or shrinking back?!

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the two muscular men collided fiercely, like two high-speed rocks crashing into each other.

The strong flesh made a dull and shocking loud noise, and the strong wind roared through the empty workshop, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The hooded man's fist brushed past Fang Cheng's mask, and the hard helmet shattered instantly, revealing Fang Cheng's cold and resolute face.

And Fang Cheng's devastating spinning aerial whip punch accurately hit the hooded man's neck.

With a "crack," a crisp fracture sounded.

After being struck violently on the head, the hooded man's head tilted uncontrollably to one side before he could even scream.

His body staggered a few steps, crooked and slanted, his ferocious expression completely replaced by pain and astonishment.

The scene of fighting against the experimental subjects flashed through Fang Cheng's mind, and his eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, and he jumped forward.

Taking advantage of the hooded man's body not yet falling down, he swung his iron fist and continued to smash it towards the opponent's face, vowing to tear off the head that had already broken its neck.

Seeing this scene, the wraith hidden in the darkness was a little stiff.

After reacting, he immediately gritted his teeth and rushed forward, his dagger with a cold light fiercely stabbing towards Fang Cheng's bare back.

But when the tip of the knife touched the high-bulging latissimus dorsi muscle, it was like chiseling on a steel plate, only scratching a shallow trace.

With 41 points of physique, a "steel bridge" that increases the hardness of the back by 100% when the muscles are tightened, plus the blessing of the Tyrant Body state,

Fang Cheng's entire spine and back muscles had become a real iron plate, so hard that it was almost sputtering sparks.

The dagger in the wraith's hand was no longer so stable, the tip of the blade trembled slightly, and his eyes reflected the panic in his heart.

Immediately changing his tactics, the dagger, with a cold light, was like a poisonous snake spitting out its letter, turning to wipe Fang Cheng's neck.

Puff!

Just as the blade was sent forward, Fang Cheng, as if he had eyes behind his head, directly grabbed the hand holding the dagger.

His five fingers were like iron tongs, firmly locking the blade, making it unable to move, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I finally caught you, you flea!"

As he spoke, he exerted force in his arm, pulling Ghost directly towards him and slamming him to the ground.

Ghost's body was extremely flexible. While still in mid-air, he twisted like a mud loach, negating the impact of the shoulder throw.

At the same time, his entire figure instantly faded and disappeared, attempting to escape again using his invisibility ability.

How could Fang Cheng give him this chance? One hand firmly gripped his wrist, while the other reached out and grabbed his shoulder, which was disappearing into the air.

Then, his right leg quickly rose, his knee bent at a deadly angle, and he slammed it hard into the predicted location of his enemy.

Bang!

With a muffled sound and a scream in the air, Ghost's hidden figure immediately reappeared, the position of his chest clearly caved in.

Having landed a successful blow, Fang Cheng didn't stop there. His left leg quickly followed, and another fierce knee strike slammed into him, the speed dazzling.

Ghost's body arched, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't utter a complete sound because of the pain.

At this moment, he had become a lamb at the slaughter, completely losing the ability to counterattack using phantom clones.

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Fang Cheng was not in a hurry to kill him, but simply used the enemy as a sandbag to practice his boxing.

One strike, another strike, and another strike...

His legs exerted force continuously like battering rams, and a series of knee strikes fell like a storm, constantly smashing into his opponent.

Even though the霸体 (Overlord Body) state had long ended, Fang Cheng still maintained his offensive posture, venting the uncontrollable killing intent in his heart.

Each impact carried the force of a thousand pounds, as if to completely shatter the opponent's bones and internal organs.

Bang!

With the last knee strike, Ghost's entire body was as if all its tendons and bones had been removed, collapsing limply to the ground, without a trace of life.

"Hoo—"

Fang Cheng tilted his head slightly, casually throwing the enemy's body aside like a broken sack.

His chest heaved violently as he took deep breaths, trying to calm the hot blood and excitement that still surged within him after the fierce battle.

After a long time, the fanaticism in his eyes faded, and his body and mind gradually returned to calmness.

Fang Cheng looked around, his sharp gaze sweeping around the workshop, checking for any other fish that might have slipped through the net.

When his gaze fell on the hooded man, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw him lying twisted on the ground, the fracture in his neck causing his head to tilt to one side, bone spurs protruding, and flesh blurred.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and there was still a trace of unwillingness to be instantly killed in his eyes. His body twitched and trembled from time to time, as if making a final struggle.

Fang Cheng strode over and stared condescendingly at this guy who looked very much like a test subject.

Once upon a time, when faced with this kind of opponent who could physically resist bullets and was as powerful as a demon, he could only retreat and deal with them carefully.

Now, he was almost killed by himself with one punch.

Thinking of this, a flash of cold light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes, and he suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it down.

Bang!

This punch hit the hooded man's head, and his skull shattered even more.

The force was transmitted to the cement floor, and cracks spread around like a spider web.

Then, that unusually solid head also completely fell from the body and rolled far away.

At this point, this thrilling fight came to an end.

Fang Cheng's tense muscles completely relaxed, and he raised his hand to wipe away the blood splattered on his face.

His fingers touched the warm and sticky liquid, and he frowned slightly, then breathed a sigh of relief, exhaling the remaining killing intent in his chest.

However, the bloody smell permeating the workshop lingered for a long time.

The surroundings were silent, and only the moonlight, like water, poured in through the windows, covering the messy ground with a layer of silver gauze.

And in the pool of blood, there was a faint cold light flickering slightly.

Fang Cheng took a closer look and realized that it was the dagger that the commander had dropped on the ground, so he walked over and bent down to pick it up.

Holding the handle wrapped in black shark skin, he could feel its extraordinary quality the moment he held it.

The blade was narrow and long, with smooth lines, and there was no sense of stagnation from the tip to the handle.

The blade surface, forged from special steel, reflected a cold light in the dim light, faintly illuminating his eyes.

Reaching out to touch it, his fingertips felt as if they had been cut by ice, and the coolness instantly penetrated into his bones.

Fang Cheng gently stroked the blade, wiping away the undried blood stains on it.

This dagger could easily cut through the special combat uniform and keep the blade from collapsing during intense close combat.

If it were placed in ancient times, it would definitely be worthy of being called a magic weapon.

Thinking of this, he waved it casually, and the dagger drew a sharp arc in the air.

With a "swoosh" sound, a sharp and subtle sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, as if it could split the air in front of him.

Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction and decided to keep it as a trophy.

But when he subconsciously reached out to insert the dagger, he suddenly realized that he was now completely naked, wearing only a pair of underwear.

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly.

Looking around again, there seemed to be no suitable clothes among the corpses on the ground that he could strip off to temporarily cover himself.

Before he could find a solution, he thought of an even more difficult problem.

So many corpses were scattered throughout the factory building, how could he clean them up?

While thinking, there was a sudden gunshot from the end of the corridor outside the workshop.

It seemed particularly abrupt in the already quiet night.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took a step and ran in the direction of the gunshot.

When he quickly arrived at the entrance of the workshop, he saw Ma Donghe holding a rifle, the muzzle still emitting wisps of smoke.

In front of him, Tyrant Dragon was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling, and he was making muffled sounds.

It looked like he had just been begging for mercy with tears in his eyes.

At this time, he was clutching his chest tightly with both hands, and the blood had already soaked through the gaps between his fingers. The bright red liquid was still gurgling out uncontrollably.

Finally, his whole body leaned forward and fell to the ground weakly, bidding farewell to this world with his unfinished ambition to dominate the Dongdu underworld.

"A'Cheng..."

Ma Donghe turned to look at Fang Cheng, a complicated expression flashing across his face, as well as a hint of relief.

Fang Cheng didn't say much, just nodded slightly to him to show his understanding.

Since the hiding Tyrant Dragon was also dead, all the enemies present tonight should have been eliminated.

Then, Fang Cheng told him what was most urgent at the moment.

Ma Donghe thought for a while and immediately said:

"I still have a few brothers locked up in the office building. Let's all work together to throw all the corpses into the well hole and treat them as garbage. That place is bottomless, and no one will find out."

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement. At worst, he would use the "Scavenger's Eye" to check it again later and remove the corresponding traces.

Then, he unceremoniously said:

"By the way, call Yingjun and ask him to drive over to pick us up and bring a set of clothes."

When Ma Donghe heard this, he belatedly realized Fang Cheng's strange appearance.

Wearing only a pair of eye-catching red underwear, his body was full of beautiful muscles, but in this scene, it also revealed a bit of absurdity.

His face was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but show a mischievous smile, teasing:

"A'Cheng, your look is quite unique. Are you planning to change careers and become a superhero to save the world in the future?"