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Chapter 259 The Macho Man After His Shirt Bursts

Chapter 259 The Macho Man After His Shirt Bursts
"Whoops——"

Fang Cheng exhaled a burst of scalding hot air from his nostrils, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the treasure hunter in front of him.

His lips curled slightly upwards, forming a disdainful arc.

They seemed to scoff at the provocateur who had come to their doorstep, finding his attack too weak, as if it were just a tickle and not satisfying enough.

So Fang Cheng took action himself.

No, it should be that he kicked out!

He stood still, then suddenly bent his left knee and lifted it up, straightening his foot and thrusting forward with force.

A powerful front kick whistled out.

The air exploded with a loud "pop" under the impact of this rapid force.

The speed was so fast that no one could blink, and the power it unleashed was incredibly fierce!

The man wielding the samurai sword felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit hard by a cannonball.

He was instantly thrown backward uncontrollably, and wherever he passed, it was like a whirlwind, knocking people off balance and falling like bowling pins.

Some crashed into tree trunks, some rolled several times, and some collided with each other, breaking their heads and bleeding profusely.

Finally, the man fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, his body curled up in a ball, completely broken.

Just as the man who was slashing at him with a knife was kicked away, Fang Cheng's figure blurred and he instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he turned his attention to another culprit—the superhuman who manipulated lightning attacks.

At this moment, the superhuman was hiding behind the crowd, with faint electric sparks flickering between his palms, fully preparing for the next powerful lightning spell.

But to his utter surprise, Fang Cheng was riding on the wind, like a top-of-the-line sports car that could accelerate instantly.

With a "whoosh," it covered the distance of dozens of meters between the two people in the blink of an eye and arrived in front of them.

The casting time for lightning-based spells is too long, and they require the concentration of all mental energy.

Faced with Fang Cheng's close-range attack, the superhuman had no time to react and couldn't even catch a glimpse of him with the naked eye.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Fang Cheng's sharp blade, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, pierced his throat with pinpoint accuracy.

The superhuman's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment and fear, and he instinctively covered his wound with his hands.

But blood kept gushing out from between his fingers, and his body fell backward, instantly losing its breath.

In a single second, he killed two people.

Fang Cheng's masked face showed no expression, but his eyes shone like burning embers, radiating a captivating and intense light.

Standing tall amidst this chaotic battlefield, the powerful aura emanating from him was as if a tangible flame were burning within him.

Even the surrounding fog was affected, dissolving and dissipating in wisps.

Just as the lightning struck, Fang Cheng decisively activated his Invincible Body state.

His steel-like physique and burning fighting spirit grant him immunity to all control skills for 3 seconds, reducing damage taken by 50%, and making him feel no pain or fear.

His entire body was bare, with muscles bulging out like cast iron, as if he were wearing an invincible armor.

In addition, the "energy dissipation" effect of Tai Chi means that almost no attack can cause him any real damage.

His imposing figure stood firm amidst the bloodshed, like a god of war descending upon the world, striding forward.

Wherever they went, the enemy was routed.

The remaining treasure hunters on the battlefield felt a chill run down their spines, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Fang Cheng was filled with deep fear, the ferocity he had shown at the beginning of the battle was gone.

Although they still had an overwhelming numerical advantage, their morale had completely collapsed, and they were all timid and hesitant to move forward.

Under Fang Cheng's ferocious onslaught, he could only barely parry, retreating step by step, and was even chased and beaten by him alone.

Lin Chuqiao, Bailing, and Dachui hid to the side, watching the thrilling scene, and couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief.

Do we need help?

Bai Ling muttered to herself, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Lin Chuqiao shook her head slightly and replied with a wry smile, "Do you think he still needs our help?"

Big Hammer clicked his tongue, widened his eyes, and muttered:
"My goodness, where did this fierce warrior come from? He's way fiercer than me..."

He couldn't suppress his amazement as he spoke, his face filled with admiration and shock at the other person's honesty.

"Take it!"

In a brief lull in the fierce battle, Fang Cheng suddenly tossed the Golden Benba Bottle toward a nearby person.

The man was startled by this action and instinctively raised his hand to catch it.

After seeing clearly what the flying object was, and remembering that it had a strange blood-sucking ability, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, letting the bottle fall to the ground.

Fang Cheng completely ignored the man's reaction.

It seems that in his eyes, this rare treasure that everyone was eager to possess was nothing more than a burden.

With his hands free, his attacks became even more ferocious, like a tiger descending a mountain, charging wildly into the crowd.

He uses both fists and feet, and his every move can injure tendons and bones, burst chests and shatter skulls, making him seem to move as if he were in an empty place.

Faced with absolute speed and power, those treasure hunters, unless they possess extremely strong defensive capabilities or life-saving methods that can be triggered instantly, are basically defeated with a single punch.

If one punch isn't enough to knock down your opponent, then follow up with a kick – simple, brutal, and extremely efficient.

Some people were completely gripped by fear, and in their panic, they picked up guns and started firing wildly, trying to stop the "humanoid beast" with concentrated firepower.

Fang Cheng remained unfazed and did not try to avoid the situation.

With his eyes fixed on the trajectory of the bullets, the dagger in his hand moved like a black lightning bolt, slashing rapidly through the air and cutting down all the whistling bullets.

Sparks flew from the clashing metal before him, like deadly yet brilliant fireworks blooming in the darkness, illuminating the hideous mask that resembled a demon.

This scene left everyone stunned and completely extinguished any thought of resistance.

Seeing how formidable their opponent was, they had no courage left to continue fighting.

As soon as the gunman was killed, the remaining treasure hunters scattered and ran away in a panic.

Fearing that if they were even slightly slow, they would follow in the footsteps of others, lose their lives here, and become a cold corpse lying on the ground.

Even the ghostly figures hidden in the mist seemed less terrifying than the "humanoid beast" behind them.

In the blink of an eye, the treasure hunters disappeared one by one into the misty forest.

Only a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps remained, quickly fading into the silence.

Fang Cheng stood still, his eyes fixed on the mist that was engulfing everyone, without starting to chase after them.

The dagger in his hand was still dripping blood, one drop, two drops, spreading into dark red flowers on the ground.

Fang Cheng was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Although the fierce battle hadn't left him showing obvious signs of fatigue, his stamina had still been greatly depleted.

Using breathing techniques and adjusting his breath slightly, Fang Cheng gently flicked the dagger in his hand, shaking off the sticky blood droplets.

Then his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the pale blue screen that appeared before him.

[You have accomplished a feat of cleaving bullets with a blade, gaining +60 swordsmanship skill experience]

【Swordsmanship Lv2 (276/500)】

Upon seeing this notification, Fang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

Since participating in tonight's treasure hunt, my knife skills alone have accumulated over 120 experience points.

If this were a regular training session, requiring two hours of practice each day while maintaining focus, it would probably take more than a month to achieve the same results.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly, and he skillfully switched the panel to check the other skill information that he had overlooked during the previous battle.

Boxing Experience +95

[Boxing Lv2 (431/500)] [Sanda Experience +70]

【Sanda Lv2 (386/500)】

[Muay Thai Experience +60]

Muay Thai Level 2 (149/500)

[Jiu-Jitsu Experience +20]

【Jiu-Jitsu Lv2 (217/500)】

[Tai Chi Experience +35]

Tai Chi Level 1 (121/250)

Looking at the flashing notification messages, Fang Cheng's lips curled up slightly, filled with joy.

In less than one night, the experience gained was ten to dozens of times more than usual.

Fang Cheng sighed inwardly, feeling that his efforts in fighting like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex had not been in vain.

Real-world practice is indeed the most effective way to improve skill proficiency.

Moreover, the stronger the enemy you face, the faster your experience will grow.

Every life-or-death struggle is accompanied by a deeper level of control over the body's strength.

The feeling of breaking through and growing in dangerous and desperate situations filled him with excitement.

As I was pondering, a slight rustling sound came from the grass not far away.

Fang Cheng's eyes were sharp, and he instantly became alert. He took a step back, his muscles tensed, and he instinctively assumed a defensive stance.

When he looked up, he saw Lin Chuqiao, Bailing, and Dachui slowly walking towards him.

The three men stared at him, their eyes wide, their faces showing a mixture of awe and unease, as if they didn't know how to greet him.

Having just experienced such a fierce and bloody battle, even knowing that the "humanoid beast" on the other side was his teammate, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Both of them looked slightly embarrassed, and they just stared at each other in silence for a moment.

At this moment, the mist that had been dispersed by the force of the punch began to flow back in like the tide, gradually filling the forest again.

In the darkness, the figures of the crowd became increasingly blurred, exuding an air of mystery and unpredictability.

Fang Cheng's gaze narrowed slightly, and his eyes inadvertently fell on Da Chui's limp right arm.

A thought struck him, and with his rich combat experience, he sensed the problem and then stepped forward.

"Your name is Big Hammer, right?"

Fang Cheng walked up to him in a few steps, glanced at his bloodstained arm, and said in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Your right hand is seriously injured. I have some medical knowledge, let me take a look at it."

Without waiting for Da Chui's response, he grabbed both ends of the broken part of Da Chui's arm with both hands.

Just as Da Chui was about to say something, a sharp pain suddenly shot through him, causing him to gasp and choke on his words.

"Relax, don't be nervous. The treatment may be a little painful, but it will be over soon."

Fang Cheng focused intently on observing the injury, reassuring the patient as he operated on it.

With skillful technique, he found the key points, exerting force steadily while subtly controlling the degree of force.

With a series of crisp "crack" sounds, the dislocated and broken bones gradually returned to their original positions under his manipulation.

Finally, they fit together perfectly, like mortise and tenon joints, perfectly restoring the original structure of the arm bones.

"what!"

Big Hammer stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, as if he sensed something wondrous was happening.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, he tried shaking his right arm, then shouted with delight:
"My god, bro, your cooking is amazing!"

"How come my arm doesn't hurt anymore and I can even move it? I was worried that I would have to recover for a few days. You are my savior!"

In his excitement, he even let out a loud howl, as if he had transformed back into a werewolf.

His voice was so loud that even Bai Ling, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but cover her ears and roll her eyes at him.

Looking at yet another patient cured by his bone-setting technique, and having successfully gained 9 experience points, Fang Cheng wore a satisfied smile:
"This is only a temporary effect, at least enough to get you through tonight. You'll still need to wear a splint afterwards to ensure a full recovery."

She gave him a few careful instructions, then turned her gaze to an old acquaintance, Lin Chuqiao, who was standing to the side.

But then I noticed a blush appearing on her fair cheeks, as if she had applied rouge, so I asked:
"Are you hot? Your face is so flushed."

"Oh...yes, yes."

Lin Chuqiao was taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly raised her hand to fan her burning face, exhaling as she said:

"Ugh, it's so hot! This weather is awful, it's almost March and it's still so hot..."

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, like flowing water, seemingly hiding a hint of shyness.

Fang Cheng noticed her unusual expression, and then saw that Bai Ling, who was standing next to him, also had a flushed face and kept glancing at him furtively.

Following the two women's gaze, he looked down at his own body and realized his embarrassing situation.

Because the battle had been so intense, his clothes were completely torn, and he was now only wearing a pair of red underwear, revealing his well-defined muscles.

With his strong, full chest, sculpted abs, and the mysterious mask on his face, he is exactly the image of a muscular hunk from a movie.

Putting aside his attraction to women, even he himself was somewhat helpless; this damned wild charm was simply impossible to hide!
Fang Cheng smiled wryly, his gaze sweeping over the corpses lying haphazardly around him.

He quickly picked someone with a similar build, bent down and stripped off the person's clothes and pants, then neatly put them on himself.

Although the clothes were stained with blood and brain matter, which looked rather gruesome, it was still better than being naked and indecent.

"Haha, Brother White Ghost, so you have the ability to transform too?"

At this moment, Big Hammer laughed inappropriately:

“I used to be just like you. Every time I used my powers, my clothes would be torn to shreds. Later, the professor made me a special stretch shirt, so I didn’t have to be in such a sorry state anymore.”

His hearty laughter sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet mountain forest, seemingly oblivious to the awkward expressions of those around him.

Fang Cheng was about to respond.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice quietly echoed in my mind:

"Hey, what happened to you? You're bald now?"

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly, and he looked in the direction of the sound, just in time to meet Lin Chuqiao's bright gaze.

Her eyes revealed a hint of joy, but also a touch of doubt.

Fang Cheng remained calm and responded with his mental energy:

"Did you recognize me?"

"Of course, I have a discerning eye."

Lin Chuqiao smiled, her eyes flickering, before asking a series of questions:

"How did you end up here? Do you know the professor?"

The two began their private conversation without noticing that Bai Ling and Da Chui were paying attention, continuing to talk to themselves.