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Chapter 470 This punch has kept you waiting.
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The night wind suddenly shifted, whipping up a few dim sparks that narrowly grazed Fang Cheng's temples.

In the darkness, his pupils shone with a terrifying light; they were not reflections, but two bottomless flames burning from within.

The ghostly figures that circled and screech incessantly scattered and retreated in terror as soon as they touched the area three feet around him, as if they had encountered an invisible barrier.

Fang Cheng slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the ghostly shadows and the phosphorescent light filling the sky, locking onto Chen Hongye, and said in a calm voice:
"This petty trick is not worth me using my defensive abilities."

He stood with his feet slightly apart, his shoulders lowered, his right hand pressed against his waist, and his left hand guarding his body.

The muscles beneath the clothing were subtly bulging, revealing their contours.

"Now……"

Fang Cheng assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at the monster before him that even fire couldn't kill, and said, word by word:

"It's my turn to make a move."

As he spoke, his right hand clenched tightly again, his knuckles making a "crackling" sound.

The fist appeared red from excessive force, with veins bulging beneath the skin like lurking, angry dragons.

"You want to punch me?"

Chen Hongye was taken aback at first, seemingly not expecting his opponent to choose such a primitive way of fighting, but then a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha...This is utterly ridiculous!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, his voice full of undisguised mockery.

"You mere psychic, you've already earned your credit for withstanding my Soul-Hooking Shadow Technique. How dare you presume to defeat me with your mediocre martial arts?"

Chen Hongye stood there calmly, without even adopting any defensive posture. Instead, he raised his hand and beckoned to Fang Cheng with a contemptuous gesture.

"Alright, bring it on."

His scarlet eyes gleamed with a playful, cat-and-mouse-like glint.

"I've been sleeping too long, and my body needs some exercise. Tonight, let me personally see just how capable Fang Shijie's son really is..."

"as you wish!"

Fang Cheng uttered four words at the end, and before he finished speaking, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Wisps of heat suddenly emanated from his body, like a war machine brimming with energy, about to start up with a roar.

Chen Hongye's pupils contracted slightly as he vaguely sensed a dangerous aura, and his body subconsciously leaned back.

Before he could even form a second thought, Fang Cheng's muscles suddenly bulged, and his clenched fists burst through his sleeves.

boom!
Before the tattered pieces of cloth could even scatter, a loud bang, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, suddenly pierced through the eardrums.

Fang Cheng suddenly vanished, as if he had been erased from the spot in an instant.

The lawn where he had been standing suddenly collapsed, leaving a charred, deep pit with spiderweb-like cracks that spread wildly outwards.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Hongye saw a figure chasing the light and moving like lightning.

The man's body shot straight toward him at a speed that defied the laws of physics!
Behind it, a huge, pure white ring of mist vaguely exploded, like the halo of an angel or the crown of death.

That's a sonic boom cloud formed when water vapor condenses instantly as air is pierced by an object exceeding its speed limit!

Accompanied by a piercing shriek, Fang Cheng was enveloped by a visible shockwave field.

His whole body was like a meteorite falling into the atmosphere, violently rubbing against the air, his skin instantly turning scalding red and emitting thick white smoke.

"what?"

Chen Hongye's mocking smile froze instantly, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

His vision was suddenly and completely engulfed by a dazzling, destructive light.

The fist rapidly enlarged in his pupils, and the tip of the fist seemed to ignite with a cluster of golden flames due to intense friction.

This punch—no, it was the man who clenched his fist—that shattered the sound barrier with his bare body, tearing apart the physical rules that bound mortals.

At this moment, Fang Cheng no longer ran on his legs, but used his body as a "warhead" and his true energy as "gunpowder," transforming himself into a supersonic humanoid missile that could tear everything apart!
Although Chen Hongye possessed extraordinary mental perception abilities, enough to capture this extremely fast figure.

But his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts; his hands and feet were as sluggish as if they were filled with lead.

At this moment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

He could clearly "hear" the shrill sound of the atmosphere being torn apart, "smell" the air being burned, and "see" death hurtling toward him at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

Chen Hongye's pupils suddenly locked, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and a deadly chill instantly crept up his spine and spread throughout his body.

next moment.

The fist, enveloped in golden flames, was firmly imprinted on his chest!
boom----

A deafening roar erupted, like a heavy bomb exploding in the center of the manor.

The terrifying impact was like a flood bursting its banks, pouring out in an instant.

Centered on the point of contact with the fist, a visible circular shockwave suddenly spread out, blowing away all the grass, soil, and gravel on the ground.

The black ghostly figures that were flying around the crowd instantly disintegrated upon contact with the shockwave, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing without a trace.

The Chen family members and monks from Cuicheng Temple, who were under mental control, were also thrown about by the shockwave and fell to the ground unconscious.

Lin Chuqiao, Chen Xuan, and others were also thrown off balance by the blast wave and had to crouch down and lie on the ground to avoid the blast.

As for the monster that took the direct hit, it didn't even have a chance to react.

The moment the force of the punch penetrated his body, Chen Hongye felt as if he had not been hit by a person's fist, but rather as if he had been rammed head-on by a train of bombers traveling at full speed.

The sternum groaned under the unbearable weight, shattering inch by inch.

The destructive force pierced through his body, which was as hard as metal, and raged wildly within his internal organs.

The golden flames, imbued with a purifying aura, burrowed into the wound like a maggot, frantically burning away the evil energy within his body.

The dark red runes covering its body flashed wildly, trying to resist this domineering power, but they were also defeated step by step by the golden flames.

"Uh-"

A piercing scream escaped from Chen Hongye's mouth.

His feet dug two furrows several centimeters deep into the ground, but he still couldn't stop his violent retreat.

Then, he completely lost his balance and flew backward like a cannonball.

First, he smashed the makeshift altar, and then his body was wrapped in the burnt prayer flags.

Then, with a loud "boom," it smashed to pieces a rockery made of Taihu stones behind the altar.

Amidst the flying debris, his figure did not pause for a moment, tracing an arc through the air.

It crashed violently into the wall of a steel-framed glass greenhouse, dozens of meters away.

Boom——

With a deafening crash of bricks and shattering glass, the exquisite greenhouse collapsed as if struck by a battering ram, half of its walls crumbling away.

Countless shards of glass, mixed with bricks and cement, shot out in all directions, sending plumes of smoke and dust billowing into the sky.

The backyard flowerbed, shrouded in darkness, was transformed into a chaotic mess of ruins in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his fist and placed his feet on the edge of the deep pit he had created.

At this moment, his whole body was steaming with scorching white steam, like a boiling cauldron, which lingered for a long time.

On his right fist, where he had just unleashed a sonic boom punch, the pale golden flames were slowly dying down, revealing slightly swollen, blood-stained skin. Fang Cheng paid no attention to this; his gaze burned through the lingering smoke and dust, fixed on the ruins.

"This punch has kept you waiting!"

His voice was deep and powerful, as if he were speaking to an adversary who had clashed with his father more than a decade ago.

The surging fighting spirit in his chest was still boiling and churning, and even his breath carried a lingering heat.

A gust of cold wind blew by, rolling up the tattered sleeves at the elbows to reveal the muscular muscles beneath, still flushed with a faint red.

Behind them, the huge bonfire crackled and roared back to life.

The eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps that had been there have faded, and the flames have returned to a more normal orange-red hue.

In the darkness, the ghostly figures that had been wailing and howling seemed to have vanished, leaving only a deathly silence.

“I… fuck…”

Pan Wendi lay on the ground, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words from between his teeth.

Chen Xu'an was equally horrified.

He gazed at the ruins of the flower house, then at Fang Cheng, who stood tall and straight like a demon god, and a storm raged in his heart.

Is this... is this still a power that humans can possess?
That terrifying speed and destructive power were unheard of even among the most talented and gifted individuals in aristocratic families, who were renowned for their physical prowess.

He had thought his family's foundation was deep enough, but now he realized that true powerhouses were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

the other side.

Bai Ling hid behind Lin Chu Qiao, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her big eyes filled with shock, she even forgot her fear.

Lin Chuqiao slowly stood up, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Although he had witnessed Fang Cheng's superhuman strength back on the night he participated in the treasure hunt in Misty Mountain.

But witnessing firsthand the destructive power of that punch, which broke the sound barrier and was like a natural disaster, still shocked her deeply.

She gazed at the tall figure standing amidst the smoke and dust, her heart surging with a complex and indescribable emotion.

There was shock, admiration, and an undisguised joy.

The thought that the man she loved was so powerful made her heart pound, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

Fang Cheng let out a slight sigh of relief, his mind calming down somewhat.

Feeling the lingering vibrations within his body, his gaze then fell on his right fist, whose skin was still red.

Tonight can be said to be the first time that I have brought the power of the "Qilin Arm" to such a level in actual combat since my physical fitness broke through the sound barrier limit.

With the surge of kinetic energy brought by supersonic speed, a simple straight punch can unleash unimaginable power, with destructive force comparable to a missile bombardment.

Even the so-called ultimate moves used by S-class powerhouses at full power are nothing special.

However, the recoil force generated by this punch was also enormous.

The kinetic energy traveled upwards along his fist bone, violently impacting his arm bones and internal organs, causing him to groan involuntarily.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly examined his body's condition internally.

Fortunately, the problem isn't serious.

Although my arm bones felt sore and swollen, there was basically no damage or breakage.

The main problem was that the internal organs felt a bit stuffy from the shock, and their positions shifted slightly, but the root cause wasn't damaged.

Given his physical condition, he should be able to fully recover from this level of injury in half an hour.

Fang Cheng pondered silently, and couldn't help but marvel at how resilient Chen Hongye's body was; it was even harder than an iron plate.

No wonder it didn't turn to ashes after burning for so long in the fire.

He had previously heard that the Chen family's bloodline ability was "solidification," which could enhance physical strength to a level comparable to that of a gemstone.

Therefore, I kept this in mind.

If his physical attributes hadn't exceeded the 60-point limit, Fang Cheng would never have easily tried this "head-to-head" fighting style.

This is not just a matter of the amount of force, but more importantly, whether one's bone density and toughness can withstand such a violent impact.

After all, with every punch thrown, the fist itself must bear an equal amount of reaction force as it hits the target.

Moreover, the cushioning effect of deformation varies drastically depending on the object struck.

Just as hitting a sandbag can absorb most of the recoil, hitting an iron plate will cause almost all the force to bounce back.

If you don't have enough physical strength and insist on hitting an object that's too hard, your own bones will probably be shattered before the target is even destroyed by the force of your punch.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng possesses corresponding skill effects.

With 65 points of physical attribute, the "Iron Fist" technique amplifies the strength of the muscles and bones in the fist area to the equivalent of 130 points of physical attribute, creating an incredible effect.

At the same time, the "unicorn arm" also further enhances the bone hardness and muscle toughness of the entire arm.

Not only that.

He also channeled his inner energy into his arms and wrapped it around his fists, which not only increased the power of his punches but also provided some protection.

With so many prerequisites in place, Fang Cheng was able to use the power of his "Qilin Arm" to clash head-on with Chen Hongye's body, which was as hard as metal and stone.

Finally, he used the monster like a punching bag and sent it flying with a single punch.

Just as everyone was shocked and had different thoughts, a strange noise suddenly came from the pile of ruins.

slam-la-

Large chunks of broken bricks, twisted steel bars, and shattered glass were violently pushed aside by a force, flying and scattering in all directions.

A dark red figure swayed and slowly rose again from the billowing dust.

It was Chen Hongye.

At this moment, he looked extremely miserable, half of his body was smashed and mangled, and a huge fist mark was dented in his chest.

The edges were charred black, and dark red runes were writhing wildly in the dent, trying to repair the almost fatal wound, but the effect was extremely slow.

"You...you actually possess such incredible strength?!"

His voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, each word filled with resentment and madness.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Fang Shijie is just an A-level mental ability user. Even if you completely inherited his bloodline abilities, you would never have such physical qualities that are comparable to an abyss monster!"

Chen Hongye clutched his chest, breathing heavily, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"You should know that I am now in control of the body of Chen Hongye, the former number one man of the Tiannan family!"

"Back then, for the grand plan after my resurrection, I racked my brains and considered countless vessels before finally choosing this body that can be described as perfect."

"This person is exceptionally talented, and his solidification ability is extraordinary. Even in his old age and declining health, his physical defenses are beyond the reach of ordinary body enhancers like you..."

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Fang Cheng.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Those scarlet eyes were filled with confusion and doubt.

Just as Fang Cheng's very existence is a huge challenge to his understanding of life over the past hundred years.

(End of this chapter)