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Chapter 258 Just by looking at his stance, you can tell he's terrifyingly strong.

The figure simply stood there, threw a punch, and it was like a whirlwind or a bombardment.

The scarred, muscular man's head was blown off, leaving him a headless corpse that fell straight to the ground.

The bloody and brutal scene instantly chilled the atmosphere to a freezing point.

Everyone stood there, stunned, their expressions frozen in the instant the punch was thrown.

There was astonishment, fear, and even more so, a sense of helplessness in the face of this sudden and powerful force.

The treasure hunters who were just shouting and trying to rush forward were now frozen in place, speechless and unable to utter a single word.

Several men who were close by, ready to pounce, abruptly stopped in their tracks, their hands gripping their weapons as they quietly retreated.

He seemed to want to show that he had no ill intentions, fearing that he would become a target of attack in the next second and end up like the scarred strongman.

A little further away, the treasure hunters with accomplices looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

They had originally planned to take advantage of their numbers and fish in troubled waters to have the last laugh, but now they were completely at a loss.

Someone wiped the cold sweat from their forehead and muttered in a low voice:

"What...who the hell is this? Are we still going to rob them or not?"

The others shook their heads secretly, no one daring to respond easily, their eyes fixed on the unmoving figure standing opposite them.

Putting aside how terrifying the power of that punch was, just looking at his stance, you could tell how incredibly strong he was.

Defeating him will definitely not be an easy task!
A deathly silence fell over the scene, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the heavy breathing of the crowd.

However, not everyone was afraid of or wary of this mysterious visitor.

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to gently stroke her heaving chest, and a look of joy at surviving a disaster appeared on her face.

Big Hammer plopped down on the ground. He had returned to normal, his wounds still bleeding, but he seemed oblivious, just panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the seemingly strong man.

Thanks to Lin Chuqiao's reminder, they all knew that this person must be the one who had just joined the "group chat" and claimed to be Bai Gui's helper.

At this moment, Lin Chuqiao also opened her eyes wide, staring intently at the somewhat mysterious figure.

She secretly rejoiced, knowing that her premonition was correct and that the mental signals she had sent out earlier had indeed received a response.

The other party actually managed to find this place by following the mental link and breaking through the fog blockade.

It's important to understand that the ability to pinpoint a target's precise location over a long distance is not something that can be easily achieved.

To achieve this effect, two conditions must be met.

That is, both parties possess extraordinary spiritual energy and have a special bond with each other, thus creating a telepathic connection and establishing an unbreakable link.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuqiao's eyes shone with increasing urgency as she tried to see through the mask and discern the other person's true appearance.

And right before everyone's eyes, the figure suddenly took a step forward.

Upon seeing this, everyone's pupils shrank instinctively, and they all took a step back in unison.

It was as if a ferocious beast was standing in front of them, ready to pounce and attack at any moment.

"Is this what you want?"

A deep voice pierced through the mist, breaking the deathly silence of the scene.

At the same time, he slowly raised the golden bonba bottle in his hand.

The pure gold bottle shimmered brilliantly in the darkness, seemingly concealing some mysterious power, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The treasure hunters stared wide-eyed at the treasure, their hearts filled with both greed and astonishment.

They suddenly realized that the man was actually grabbing the bottle with his bare hands.

Aren't you afraid that the eerie golden light will drain your life essence and turn you into a dried-up corpse?

Then, as if remembering something, someone looked surprised and suspicious, quietly pointing at the mask and the shiny bald head, and whispered to their companion.

They clearly recognized the mysterious man as the expert they had encountered in the underground vault.

For a moment, whispers and murmurs filled the air.

Fang Cheng stood opposite, his gaze sweeping over the treasure hunters who were briefly stunned, his eyes seemingly able to see through the cowardice and greed in each of their hearts.

Seeing their hesitant expressions, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Fang Cheng paused briefly before speaking again:
"The Golden Bamba Bottle is in my hands. Whoever can defeat me, I will give it to them, how about it?"

These words caused a great stir.

A murmur rippled through the crowd as they exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts filled with the awkwardness of being provoked.

Despite the extreme arrogance of the other party, when it came to a one-on-one fight, no one dared to step forward and engage in a life-or-death duel with this "humanoid beast."

"Humph!"

Someone suddenly sneered and spoke up as a reminder:

"Don't fall for his tricks, he's using sweet talk to deceive us! There are so many of us, why don't we join forces to take him down first, and then discuss who gets the treasure?"

"Yeah, what's there to be afraid of? No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than a dozen of us?"

The other person immediately exclaimed in realization, his voice now carrying a newfound confidence.

Then, an elderly man standing at the back of the crowd nodded slightly, cleared his throat, and called out loudly:
"Just wait for my command. I'll use my ability to paralyze him from behind and slow him down. You all rush in and take him down in one fell swoop!"

The group started discussing tactics on how to deal with the "chief culprit" in front of them.

The initial shock and hesitation were quickly replaced by a sense of shared hatred and indignation.

"In that case..."

Fang Cheng lowered his eyes slightly and muttered to himself.

At the same time, he slowly twisted his neck, and his cervical spine made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

Then, he rotated his shoulders, his shoulder muscles tensed and bulged, and his shoulder blades moved against each other, producing an even clearer and louder sound.

Like the intense drumbeats before a great battle, each sound resonates deeply.

Having finished warming up, Fang Cheng straightened his upper body and lowered his shoulders, displaying excellent posture.

This is a manifestation of power surging and converging within the body.

Then, a glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at the dozen or so enemies before him, and suddenly raised his voice:

"Then all of you come at me together!"

This sharp shout was like a thunderclap exploding above everyone's heads, making their eardrums ache.

Fang Cheng then swayed his body, suddenly pushed off the ground, and charged straight towards the nearest treasure hunter.

wow-

Running at top speed, the fallen leaves beneath my feet were swept up by the strong wind and flew everywhere. My body was like a cannonball being fired, whistling and shuttling through the forest.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had already covered a distance of more than ten meters and rushed to the other party.

His right fist was raised high, his arm muscles bulging.

boom!
Immediately following, a powerful rear hand punch was delivered, seemingly splitting mountains and shattering rocks, striking the target's chest directly.

The unlucky guy who was chosen first didn't even have time to react. He felt everything go black, as if he had been hit by a high-speed missile.

As its body flew backward, it suddenly exploded, spraying out a large cloud of blood in the air.

Crimson blood rained down from the sky, each drop splashing onto everyone's faces, and the pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air.

This proactive punch ignited the already tense atmosphere like a powder keg.

Once the crowd recovered from their shock, they immediately began cursing and shouting, unleashing their best skills to retaliate.

Some brandished weapons, used their fists and feet to engage in close-quarters combat, while others used special abilities to interfere with and attack from a distance.

Although the formation looked a bit chaotic, they were united and worked together with great momentum.

Facing more than a dozen enemies with supernatural abilities around him, Fang Cheng showed not a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he was like a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep, his heart filled with the excitement of slaughter.

The first to attack was a burly man with a mountain-like build, his arm muscles bulging high, as hard as cast iron.

He roared and stomped his foot hard, creating a spiderweb-like crack in the ground.

Then, he charged like a bull, rushing towards Fang Cheng with immense force, attempting to knock him away with sheer power.

Fang Cheng simply turned slightly to the side, easily avoiding this seemingly invincible attack.

Then, in the instant the big man passed by, his figure blurred again, so fast that only a blur remained, and in the blink of an eye he had circled behind the big man.

At the same time, a flash of cold light appeared in his right hand, revealing a dagger that slashed towards his neck with a deadly arc.

Click!

The burly man's thick neck was severed, his massive head rolled to the side, and blood gushed out from the severed neck like a fountain.

This bloody scene did not deter the many treasure hunters; instead, it aroused the ferocity of some.

Two dark figures darted out from the side like lightning, their hands wielding a pair of short daggers that gleamed coldly, working in perfect unison to block Fang Cheng's escape route.

It was the masked man and one of his hooded brothers.

Fang Cheng sensed the approaching danger and, before he could turn around, leaned back.

laugh!
A sharp sound ripped through the air as a short dagger, carrying a strong gust of wind, pierced his heart and lungs.

However, upon closer inspection, it was merely an afterimage; Fang Cheng's true form had long since vanished, leaving only a faint ripple in the air.

The two men were incredibly fast and quick. When their attack missed, they were not discouraged and pursued him relentlessly like leeches.

When moving, his figure was as fast as a ghost, leaving behind blurry afterimages.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart by the sharp blade, making a hissing sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, constantly stabbing at Fang Cheng's vital points.

To the other treasure hunters, this fierce attack was comparable to that of a "humanoid beast".

However, the two of them were secretly lamenting their misfortune.

Only they themselves knew just how terrifying the speed and reaction ability of the "humanoid beast" opposite them were.

Fang Cheng remained calm and composed, his feet moving rapidly, each step leaving a phantom in his wake.

Its body swayed strangely, as if it had merged into the wind, making it impossible to fathom.

The two men, positioned on the left and right, launched a pincer attack, their offensive relentless and impenetrable.

But each swift attack could only barely graz the hem of his clothes, as if blocked by an invisible shield.

Moreover, the attacks from the other treasure hunters around them also all missed.

Fang Cheng was like a slippery, incredibly agile loach, weaving effortlessly through the gaps in the crowd.

They even used the bodies of others to create chaos and skillfully maneuver around the situation.

Everyone was dazzled and couldn't pinpoint his exact location.

Such superb skills have completely redefined what it means to be "effortless and skillful".

This life-or-death struggle also turned into a personal performance by him.

After several rounds, the two masked men's attacks gradually slowed down, and they were panting slightly, clearly exhausted.

Fang Cheng seized the opportunity, suddenly accelerated, and approached the masked man who was in the lead as if he had teleported.

Seeing the enemy suddenly appear before him, the masked man's pupils contracted sharply. Terrified, he instinctively raised the dagger in his hand to block in front of him.

Zheng!
With a dazzling spark, the two daggers clashed violently.

The masked man was just about to take a breather and ease his extremely tense nerves after this brief moment of resistance.

But to his horror, he glimpsed a golden object carrying a strong wind, crashing down on his head with the force of Mount Tai.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the other party was holding the golden bonba bottle in their left hand, using it as a makeshift weapon.

boom!
A dull, loud bang, like a thunderclap, exploded in the ear. The masked man's head was instantly split open, and red and white substances splattered out.

As his pupils dilated, he was filled with resentment and astonishment, never expecting that he would be killed by the treasure he had been longing for.

Moreover, why did the opponent not lose any stamina during such a fierce fight, but instead was able to accelerate again and deliver this fatal blow?

The masked man died with eyes wide open, filled with immense remorse.

Seeing this, the other accomplice who was flanking them was startled and his attack became slightly disrupted.

Fang Cheng gave him no chance to catch his breath, and with a sidestep, he narrowly avoided the blade that was thrust at him.

At the same time, the right arm holding the dagger swung back quickly, the elbow like a sharp spearhead, carrying a fierce wind, and thrusting straight for the enemy's throat.

Click!

With a chilling crack, the man's throat cartilage was shattered by the elbow strike.

His eyes were wide open, his face contorted in pain as he tried to scream, but he could only manage a few broken "gurgling" sounds from his throat, and his body staggered backward several steps uncontrollably.

Fang Cheng didn't even glance at him, turning around to engage in battle with the other treasure hunters.

With agile movements and fierce moves, he instantly stirred up a storm of blood and carnage wherever he went.

"Holy crap! Wu Lao Er, what are you doing? What happened to controlling his movements?"

Among the crowd, some of the treasure hunters were both shocked and furious, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"I used it!"

The old man, who had previously made confident and boastful promises, was now sweating profusely and explaining with a frustrated expression:
"But... but he doesn't seem to be reacting at all, what can I do?"

Wu Lao Er stared wide-eyed, his gaze flashing intensely, attempting to launch a mental attack on Fang Cheng to hinder his overly agile movements.

However, even with his eyes practically bulging out, that spiritual energy remained utterly stagnant, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"let me!"

From the back of the crowd, a superhuman stepped forward, his hands moving rapidly, crackling and sparking with electricity, as if a powerful current was gathering in his hands.

With a loud shout, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down towards Fang Cheng's head.

The lightning bolt resembled a silver serpent, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on its prey.

Fang Cheng, who was in the middle of the battle, suddenly sensed danger and immediately retreated, trying to create distance.

However, lightning is so fast that it exceeds the speed of sound by hundreds of thousands of times, making it impossible for humans to withstand.

In an instant, Fang Cheng's hair stood on end as he was struck squarely.

The clothes were also ripped apart by the powerful electric current, and sparks flew from the corners of the garments, igniting into flames.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and their faces lit up with joy, thinking that the "humanoid beast" had finally been defeated.

The superhuman who wielded lightning breathed excitedly and immediately shouted:
"He's been hit and is temporarily paralyzed. Everyone, charge in and kill him!"

One of the treasure hunters was the most agile, and he took the lead, brandishing his gleaming samurai sword and aiming straight for Fang Cheng's chest.

With a muffled clang, the knife seemed to have struck a hard rock, causing his hand to go numb from the impact.

He looked up in astonishment.

Seeing Fang Cheng standing in front of him, his eyes burned with a fierce flame.

There seemed to be some kind of energy surging wildly around him, like boiling magma.

His muscles bulged sharply, and the veins, like angry dragons, snaked and writhed beneath his flushed skin.

He exuded a chilling, violent, and intimidating aura.

Bang!
The clothes that were originally on fire seemed unable to withstand this brute force, instantly turning into countless black pieces of cloth that shot out.

(End of this chapter)