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Chapter 264 That punch that fell from the sky!
A hundred meters above the ground, a fierce gale howled past, tearing everything around it.

The black fog rolled and surged, like a raging ocean, covering the entire Misty Mountain with overwhelming force.

Looking around, it was clearly a chaotic, undeveloped world.

And in the very center of this chaos, a golden sphere of light floated silently.

The light was like the rising sun piercing through the dark clouds, dazzling and full of vitality, creating a small, bright space in the endless darkness.

The black mist surged and churned around it, constantly swirling.

Sometimes it contracts inward, attempting to completely engulf the golden sphere, and at other times it seems to be driven by some mysterious force, surging outward.

This cycle repeats itself, creating a dangerous and unpredictable vortex area.

Fang Cheng rode the raging wind, speeding through the fog.

Despite the extremely harsh surroundings, his eyes were fixed on the golden Bamba bottle, which shone with dazzling light, like an eagle locking onto its prey.

At this moment, we are less than fifty meters away from the target location, but the road ahead is becoming increasingly difficult.

The air seemed to have become incredibly viscous, and each breath felt like pulling on a lump of glue.

Fang Cheng felt a tightness in his chest, and his movements became somewhat sluggish.

The deeper you go into the "whirlpool," the stronger the resistance becomes, making you feel like you're wading through a muddy swamp.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the biting cold felt like steel needles pricking the skin.

Fang Cheng even felt as if his blood was about to freeze.

Looking down, wisps of black mist spread up from below, like countless dark tentacles, slowly wrapping around him.

A strong, putrid stench followed, spreading out and making people want to vomit.

The stench seemed to emanate from the abyss, indicating that many evil spirits and filth lurked in the darkness, enough to devour any intruder.

Fang Cheng was prepared for this and decisively held his mouth and nose, switching to internal breathing to avoid suffering too much negative impact.

However, this situation won't last long.

Because relying solely on loiter time and wind power is clearly far from sufficient to continue flying in such a treacherous environment.

Fang Cheng had to continuously circulate his internal energy and then expel it in large quantities through the pores of his entire body to form a stable forward propulsion force.

If there is only outflow and no inflow, the body's energy will inevitably be insufficient to sustain itself, and a virtuous cycle cannot be achieved.

These are not the worst-case scenarios.

The golden bottle at the center of the formation began to buzz as it sensed someone approaching.

Waves of energy rippled outwards from it, rapidly spreading into the surrounding space.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist seemed to be stirred up by an invisible hand, transforming into even more turbulent black waves.

Layer upon layer, one after another, they relentlessly charged towards Fang Cheng.

Each wave seemed to carry immense force, attempting to knock him off the clouds and drag him into the abyss.

Meanwhile, in the depths of darkness, those twisted shadows, like awakened demons, gathered in ever greater numbers.

In the blink of an eye, it filled the air with countless tiny creatures.

They come in various shapes and sizes, with glaring eyes and bared teeth, their faces ferocious, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing in the churning "black waves".

It also emitted a series of chilling roars, making this only brightly lit area of ​​airspace seem like the entrance to hell.

Faced with such a perilous and desperate situation, Fang Cheng remained completely calm.

In the virtual reality environment, he had already rehearsed this kind of scenario more than a dozen times, and had a full range of countermeasures in mind, just waiting to be used at the critical moment.

Fang Cheng's muscles quickly relaxed, and relying on the "force dissipation" effect of Tai Chi, he used his internal strength as a blade to dismantle the oncoming "black waves" one by one, turning them into nothingness.

At this moment, he resembled a highly skilled surfer, standing firmly amidst the raging waves, struggling against the dual resistance of gravity and the black fog waves.

The fog grew thicker and stickier, like clumps of damp cotton balls, tightly enveloping him.

The cold moisture quickly condensed into fine droplets on his eyelids and eyelashes.

With very little time left in the air, the speed at which the body was falling had clearly increased.

The road to the goal is becoming increasingly difficult, as if separated by an insurmountable chasm.

But Fang Cheng still had no intention of giving up.

His gaze grew even more resolute, fixed firmly on the golden Bamba bottle floating in the black mist, radiating a dazzling light.

because.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

The distance to the target is getting closer and closer: fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

With every meter shortened, hope increases.

But the speed at which his body fell increased, and it seemed that victory was about to slip away.

Suddenly, the raging vortex, influenced by some mysterious force, began to contract inward in a regular pattern.

The powerful onslaught of the black waves weakened in the blink of an eye.

The opportunity is coming!

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately took a deep breath.

The cold, damp mist rushed into his lungs, but before the chill could spread, it was dispelled by the surging true energy within his body.

Immediately afterwards, the heart muscle suddenly contracts and expands, like an overclocked motor, pumping blood to all parts of the body at the fastest speed.

In an instant, blood and energy surged and boiled, like fuel being injected into a machine, providing the body, which was suspended in the air and in dire need of replenishing its energy, with an extra force that was enough to turn the tide.

Rumbling--

With a roar like a jet engine starting up, Fang Cheng accelerated again in mid-air.

Using this burst of power, his figure flashed like lightning, plunging straight into the depths of the black mist.

Sprint toward the Golden Bamba Bottle, which is only a dozen meters away!
At this moment, his eyes were like burning orange flames, and his skin was also affected by the intense heat inside, turning a translucent red.

It was as if a tightly closed valve had been completely opened, releasing a long-suppressed wave of steam.

In particular, the arm muscles swelled to their maximum, far exceeding the limits of normal human body temperature, and turned so red that they looked as if they were about to burn.

That was the Qilin Arm, which had been gathering strength for a long time, and had finally waited for the moment to deliver the decisive blow.

Fang Cheng stretched out his body, exerted force from his waist and back, and produced a series of exhilarating sonic booms in mid-air.

Tens of thousands of joints, bones, muscles, and blood vessels throughout the body were excitedly boiling, and every inch of the body was supplying energy for this crucial blow.

The terrifying energy, increasing layer by layer, eventually reached the bulging muscles of the arm, resembling a red-hot fist pulled from an iron furnace.

They merged into a single destructive force in that instant—

Break through the limits and unleash your full potential!
Perhaps because the energy temperature was so high, a faint halo of heat appeared around Fang Cheng's body.

He was like a blazing fireball, falling rapidly from the sky.

This scene was so striking and shocking.

Not only those on the mountaintops, but even through the thick fog, could vaguely see the "fire" that seemed to burn through hell.

Even the ghostly figures that had been hiding deep within the black mist, which had been baring their fangs and claws, were terrified by the intense heat and scattered in all directions.

Rumbling--

Thunder roared, shaking the air with a buzzing sound.

Fang Cheng sprinted forward at nearly Mach 1.

His internal energy surged and overflowed, tightly enveloping his fist and giving it unparalleled power.

A surging airflow accompanied it, like a raging storm of flames. The black mist, rolling in like a tidal wave, was instantly vaporized by the intense heat upon contact with the flames emanating from its body.

Several distorted ghostly figures had no time to dodge and were easily blasted through, making a faint "sizzling" sound, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

The arm that was throwing a punch shot out like a missile, carrying a series of sparks, piercing through the thick black mist and swirling waves.

Until it crashed into the target!
boom------

The air exploded, and the surrounding space trembled rapidly.

Visible air blasts carrying high-decibel sound waves swept across the surroundings, like a violent storm.

The golden jar, suspended high in the air, seemed to emit a long, mournful cry.

Click!

In an instant, the gold-plated bottle cracked, revealing countless fine lines.

The golden sphere vibrated and hummed, its surface shimmering with light that surged wildly like uncontrolled electricity.

Immediately afterwards, there was another deafening roar.

The golden jar could no longer withstand the impact of this violent power and shattered completely, turning into countless shimmering fragments that shot out in all directions like meteors.

At the same time, the formation that held this dark world together seemed to have had its spine removed and collapsed with a crash.

The sky, which was already oppressive and suffocating, seemed to have had its dome shattered by an invisible giant hand.

A blinding beam of light surged in, tearing the darkness to shreds wherever it went.

From a distance, it looks like a blazing torch held high in the sky, radiating intense light.

The overwhelming black fog, like a defeated army, was driven away by the seemingly tiny torches, receding rapidly like the tide, dissipating into the world in wisps.

The eerie shadows hidden within twisted and struggled unwillingly, emitting sharp howls.

Ultimately, it could only retreat into the abyss with the black mist, gradually becoming transparent and turning into nothingness.

At this moment, everyone on the hilltop seemed to be frozen in place.

His mouth was agape, but he couldn't utter a sound. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the dramatic changes taking place in the sky.

Some people instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes from the bright light, their fingers trembling uncontrollably, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

It was as if I had witnessed the legendary "fire thief" descend to earth, fearlessly tearing through the darkness and bringing light.

Lin Chuqiao's beautiful eyes widened, and she covered her mouth tightly with one hand, afraid that she would scream out of shock.

Her chest heaved violently, her smooth hair was disheveled by the wind, and a few strands brushed against her face, but she had no intention of fixing them.

All that remained in her mind was Fang Cheng's resolute and heroic figure, radiating brilliance, and a surge of boundless tenderness welled up in her heart.

Bailing and Dachui stood to the side, their mouths agape in an "O" shape, not closing for a long time.

At this moment, his mind was completely blank, with only Fang Cheng's godlike figure deeply imprinted in his memory.

Although they had seen many thrilling and exciting scenes, the earth-shattering and shocking sight today left them completely speechless.

A feeling of admiration for Fang Cheng welled up in my heart, and I secretly felt how fortunate I was to be a teammate of such a heroic figure and fight side by side with him.

Even the usually calm and collected monkey looked astonished, staring unblinkingly at the sky.

The sniper rifle he was holding slipped silently from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

He seemed to snap out of a daze, but his eyes remained fixed on the scene, as if he were still savoring the thrilling moment.

Everyone in the manor was equally stunned, standing frozen in place, all looking up at the night sky where the stars had reappeared.

The dense fog and haze that had previously covered the area were completely swept away.

The people who were fighting suddenly stopped, tacitly ceasing their attacks, wanting to find out the reason for such a drastic change.

The howling sandstorm around us seemed to sense the change in atmosphere and gradually subsided.

The professor stood behind a bunker, his hands clasped together, trembling slightly, as if trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and murmured softly:

"This child actually did it..."

Li Dingjian clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his heart pounding like a drum.

The shock on his face was hard to hide, and he quickly strode to an open space.

He looked up, his gaze filled with worry, piercing through the night as he looked towards the place where the light was shining.

In the sky where the light converged, the figure that resembled a blazing torch was none other than Fang Cheng.

Just as he shattered the golden Bamba bottle with all his might, the changes did not end there.

First, a large amount of absorbed blood mist suddenly gushed out from the bottle, dyeing the surrounding night sky a strange blood color.

Immediately afterwards, another golden ball of light shot out.

This sphere of light was several times smaller than the energy sphere that had previously protected the bottle, yet it seemed to possess a spiritual quality.

Having lost its home, it seemed eager to find a new home and pounced straight at Fang Cheng, who was right next to it.

Fang Cheng was suspended in mid-air. The incident happened so suddenly that he had no way to make an effective dodge.

The golden light pierced straight into the space between the eyebrows.

Once absorbed into the body, a burning, intense heat sensation quickly spread throughout the entire body.

The skin glowed even brighter and more intensely due to the high temperature, like a striking torch.

Apart from that, I didn't feel anything else unusual.

Fang Cheng believed that with his "omniscient language" talent and over 40 points of mental attribute, he should be able to handle negative situations such as curses.

We are not yet truly out of danger, and although we have doubts, we can only put them aside for now.

After shattering the golden Bamba bottle with a single punch, a surge of violent energy erupted, creating turbulent air currents.

Fang Cheng's body was caught in it and began to shake violently high in the sky.

The flames emanating from its body dimmed at a visible speed.

Fang Cheng could no longer resist gravity and, like a shooting star, plummeted straight towards the ground.

The wind howled and kept rushing into his ears, and the whole world seemed to be falling rapidly with him.

Perhaps, because after the fist collided with the golden jar, the body was briefly suspended in the turbulence for two seconds.

This refreshes the ability to stay airborne, allowing it to play a role again during extreme descents.

Even so, falling from a height of over 100 meters is no joke.

Anyone with even a slightly weaker physique would probably be smashed to pieces on the spot.

Hula la——

The wind grew sharper and sharper, and the speed of freefall increased.

Looking down, one could see the Lu family manor below.

As they got closer to the ground, the trees, buildings, and figures all seemed to be stretched and magnified rapidly, as if by a magnifying glass.

Even with the ability to hang in the air to alleviate the descent, the speed at which the body falls is still terrifying.

Fang Cheng appeared unusually calm at this moment, and his posture was also exceptionally stable.

He suddenly stood with his feet apart in mid-air, his waist bent and knees lowered, assuming a horse stance, as if a golden Arhat had descended from the sky.

boom!
A loud bang was heard, and billowing smoke and dust rose up, as if a cannonball had hit the ground of the manor.

After a short while, the smoke and dust that had obscured everyone's view finally dissipated.

It revealed a muscular, agile, and upright figure.

(End of this chapter)