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The wind howled and lightning tore through the clouds.

A low rumble of thunder rolled in from the horizon, drowning out the gunfire inside Peace Farm.

Pfft!
Three mangled corpses crashed into the mud almost simultaneously.

From the moment Fang Cheng landed until he killed three people in quick succession, only a single breath had passed.

One of the assassins, witnessing his companion's horrific death, was so terrified that he dropped his rifle and ran away.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, his right hand forming a knife, and plunged it into the back of his heart as if cutting through butter, instantly piercing through his chest.

scoff-

He pulled his hand away and casually flicked the blood off his fingertips.

The assassin's eyes suddenly bulged out, blood and foam gushed from his mouth, and he collapsed limply forward.

With this, Fang Cheng gained another dead soul.

wow-

A few large raindrops, whipped up by a strong wind, pattered onto the blood-stained, crimson demon mask.

Rainwater mixed with blood dripped down his fangs, making his figure appear even more terrifying and ruthless.

The fox spirit's eyes were bloodshot, and a raging fire burned in its heart.

Three bronze-level assassins and one silver-level assassin were killed on the spot.

Such a huge loss made it impossible for him to return to the organization and explain to his superiors.

The ghost fox's expression turned ferocious; it no longer concealed its strength and suddenly raised both hands upwards.

A surge of immense psychic power erupted, instantly suspending the rubble, broken branches, and raindrops that were falling from the sky in mid-air.

These objects hummed and trembled under the pull of telekinesis, gleaming coldly, as if they had transformed into countless sharp throwing knives.

However, before he could make a move...

Fang Cheng suddenly turned his head, his eyes revealing a sharp glint.

The scorching gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground and instantly locked onto the ghost fox.

The ghost fox was startled, and a strong sense of crisis instantly spread throughout its body.

Being stared at by those crimson eyes felt like being locked onto by a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

He made the judgment almost instinctively, and his original posture of preparing to attack suddenly changed to a full-on defensive stance.

The surging psychic energy rapidly gathered, piling up in front of him and condensing into a thick, almost tangible wall of air.

boom!
Almost at the same time he reacted, a muffled sonic boom rang out in the courtyard.

Fang Cheng's figure vanished on the spot.

When it reappeared, a straight punch came like a supersonic missile, slamming hard into the invisible wall in front of the ghost fox.

"Crack!"

The tough air wall trembled violently, then shattered like glass subjected to a heavy blow, cracking into countless spiderweb-like fissures before exploding with a deafening roar.

The terrifying force of the punch penetrated the shattered barrier and struck the fox spirit's chest from a distance.

Ghost Fox felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed heavy train.

He groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his feet scraping the muddy ground as he was sent flying uncontrollably backward.

Fang Cheng stomped his feet on the ground, his figure breaking the sound barrier once again, leaving a white trail of air behind him, and instantly caught up with the ghost fox who was still in mid-air.

He grabbed Ghost Fox by the collar of his trench coat with both hands, used his waist to exert force, and slammed this S-class expert into the brick wall next to him like a broken sack.

Boom!

Bricks shattered, and dust billowed everywhere.

The entire wall caved in and collapsed, completely burying the ghost fox's figure in the rubble.

Fang Cheng's eyes sharpened, and he was about to follow up with a follow-up punch when...

Suddenly, amidst the billowing smoke and darkness, two eerie green lights appeared.

The light was extremely eerie, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue in the dark, emitting a strong mental interference.

Upon seeing this, Fang Cheng felt a slight sense of disorientation and his body stiffened slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse and furious roar rang out:

"If you don't make a move now, when will you?!"

Before the words were finished, three figures rushed out from the corner of the bungalow on the right.

They were the three top assassins leading the Black Shark organization in this capture operation.

Seeing that firearms were having no effect on the monster, the three of them stepped forward in unison and pushed out with both hands at the same time.

In an instant, the three powerful mental forces merged in the air, forming a high-pressure gravity field.

This force was like an invisible giant bell falling from the sky, accompanied by rumbling vibrations, pressing heavily on Fang Cheng's shoulder, attempting to imprison him in place.

Amidst the ruins, Ghost Fox propped himself up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Fang Cheng pause slightly, he felt a little relieved and took the opportunity to catch his breath.

The hallucinogenic eye really worked!

He immediately endured the excruciating pain in his chest, pressed his hands to the ground, and released all his mental energy without reservation, merging it into the gravity field.

The four people each occupied a different direction, their mental energy coalescing into a powerful force.

This force was almost equivalent to a hundred-ton weight crushing down from above.

Such a terrifying force field effect finally managed to barely restrain the monster that was now on the verge of slaughter.

"Now, you can die!"

The fox spirit's eyes were filled with venom, and it uttered a series of short, sharp syllables.

Upon hearing the command, the lurking Gu worms immediately surged toward Fang Cheng's feet.

These insects are specially bred and extremely poisonous. If an ordinary person comes into contact with even a tiny bit of them, their skin will rot and they will die instantly.

Even if the president of the Illuminati has a strong physique, can his internal organs be made of iron?

Now his mind is affected by his own "hallucinatory eyes," and his body is imprisoned by the combined gravitational field of the four people.

Once these insects crawl into his mouth and nostrils, they will devour him until he is in a state of wishing for death, and he will eventually turn into a pool of pus and blood!

Ghost Fox thought viciously to himself, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

However, just as he was indulging in his fantasies...

The mutated poisonous insects stopped abruptly as soon as they approached within three meters of Fang Cheng.

The swarm of insects became restless and retreated as if some great terror lay ahead.

The fox spirit's eyes turned cold, and he sped up his chanting, forcibly activating the spell by expending his mental energy.

Driven by the spell, the insects had no choice but to overcome their instincts and continue wriggling forward.

The moment they crossed that three-meter boundary, the air suddenly became incredibly hot, and even visibly distorted.

Fang Cheng's body surface radiated dazzling golden flames, like a furnace that was burning fiercely.

Before the swarm of insects could even retreat, their hard shells crackled and popped, instantly charred black by the terrifying heat, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

The remaining Gu worms went completely out of control and tried to escape.

But that blazing true energy spread like wildfire, burning along the swarm of insects and igniting all the poisonous insects that came rushing in, turning them into ashes all over the ground.

"puff--"

The ghost fox, who was the insect exorcist, was immediately attacked by the backlash of energy, his face turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, even the gravitational field exerted by the four people began to distort violently.

The invisible bell that suppressed Fang Cheng was now teetering on the brink of collapse under the impact of the golden flames.

slam-la-

The long-accumulated torrential rain finally poured down.

The heavy rain created a white expanse, instantly soaking everyone to the bone.

The man, however, was surrounded by radiant light, yet remained completely dry, emitting plumes of white vapor.

"Boss, we're about to die!"

The three top assassins, soaking wet and pale-faced, shouted.

Their faces were contorted, and their arms began to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, I felt that I was not trying to suppress a person, but a ferocious beast about to erupt.

Sensing the force field was about to collapse, the ghost fox slammed onto the miniature communicator in its ear and roared:

"Poisonous bees!"

Before the words were even finished, a blinding flash of light suddenly appeared on the mountaintop behind the mountain in the distance.

"boom--"

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the night sky.

A specially modified tungsten steel armor-piercing projectile pierced through the heavy rain, aiming straight for Fang Cheng's forehead.

Just as the bullet was about to hit the mask.

Fang Cheng, who seemed to be restrained, suddenly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers precisely, and then snapped them together.

"Snapped!"

He actually managed to catch that anti-materiel bullet, which was powerful enough to tear through the armored vehicle's steel plates, in his palm.

The red-hot bullet spun rapidly, rubbing violently against the skin of his palm, producing a piercing hissing sound and emitting a wisp of white smoke.

But his broad, calloused hand did not tremble at all, as if he felt nothing.

The entire room fell silent.

Amidst the howling wind and rain, only the heavy breathing of the crowd could be heard.

Whether it was Ghost Fox or the three top assassins who were struggling to hold on, they all stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

Catching an anti-materiel sniper rifle bullet with bare hands? How is that possible?

What drove them to despair the most was how he could still move freely in this gravity field where he was being suppressed by four top-tier superhumans working together!
Fang Cheng exerted force with his palm, his five fingers closing together, and forcefully stopped the scalding hot bullet.

Then he grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

"Is that all you've got? Then I'll continue the slaughter."

The cold tone made the ghost fox feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

These people had no idea of ​​the amount of weight training he did every day; his robust physique could not be restrained by a mere force field.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he bent his index and middle fingers, compressing his internal energy into his fingertips to envelop the bright red bullet.

The muscles in his right arm bulged, like a bowstring stretched taut to its fullest extent.

He then twisted his waist and stepped forward, unleashing all his strength to violently throw the bullet out.

boom--

Like a high-performance electromagnetic cannon firing, the projectile carries terrifying kinetic energy several times faster than the speed of sound, transforming into a dazzling golden streak of light that returns along its original trajectory.

A streak of light pierced through the heavy rain and night sky, precisely striking the skull of the sniper atop the water tower on a distant mountaintop.

"what!"

A short, piercing scream came through Ghost Fox's earpiece, followed by complete silence.

Before everyone could recover from this breathtaking scene...

"Ah!"

Fang Cheng exhaled and spoke, then suddenly swung his arms outward.

"Crackling——"

The gravity field that combined the power of the four people was forcibly shattered by his extremely tyrannical strength.

The air surged and the sound waves reverberated, as if a thunderclap had exploded in the farmyard.

The three top assassins suffered a severe backlash at the same time, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling backward.

Fang Cheng gave them no chance to catch their breath.

With a single step, his figure moved like a phantom, instantly appearing beside the person on the far left.

With five fingers forming a claw, the steel-like knuckles gripped the other person's skull and pressed down sharply.

boom!
The man's head was like an iron ball smashed into a wall, and half of his neck, along with broken bones, was pressed directly into his chest cavity.

Fang Cheng turned around, raised his leg, and aimed at another top assassin with a fierce look in his eyes.

A powerful front kick landed squarely on the chest of the assassin in the middle.

The immense force instantly shattered the opponent's entire sternum, and the energy surged through their body.

The man flew more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the mud and falling silent.

The last top assassin was terrified and turned to try to escape.

Fang Cheng strode up, grabbed his ankle, swung his arm and slammed him into the ground like a windmill.

Snapped!
Like swatting a fly, brains splattered and flesh was mangled.

Blood mixed with broken tissue spread, staining a large area of ​​muddy ground crimson.

"happy!"

Fat Tiger watched with great excitement, his face flushed red.

He roared and brandished his fist, which was as big as a sand bowl, as he charged straight at the several silver-ranked assassins who were terrified.

Li Fei stood in the rain, raised his hand to wipe his wet face, and finally came back to his senses from the extreme shock.

Unlike his old buddies like Gian, he wasn't already familiar with the chairman's all-powerful methods.

This was the first time he had witnessed the chairman's battle firsthand.

Looking at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground, the blood splattered everywhere, and the masked man who crushed all life in the crowd.

A disrespectful thought lingered in his mind.

Compared to the treacherous and ruthless assassins of the Black Shark organization, this president of the Illuminati is more like a villain.

No, it's an absolutely terrifying monster that inspires despair!

Li Fei shook his head, forcibly suppressing the absurd thoughts in his mind.

He then gripped the dagger tightly in his other hand and joined the battle.

Rumbling--

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.

A pale flash of lightning tore through the dark clouds, briefly illuminating the scene inside Peace Farm that resembled a battlefield.

Fang Cheng stood amidst the dismembered limbs and blood, his body emanating a pungent stench of blood and a suffocating sense of oppression.

After swiftly killing more than ten assassins, he turned slightly to the side and flicked the blood off his fingertips.

He then slowly turned his head, his burning gaze refocusing on the fox spirit standing not far away.

The heavy rain continued to pour down.

Large raindrops pelted the corpse, splashing up muddy spots mixed with blood.

Most of the Black Shark members lying around were Fang Cheng's handiwork.

Almost all of them had their bones broken and their organs shattered instantly by immense force, resulting in extremely gruesome deaths.

"Pooh!"

From not far away, Gian's voice could be heard.

He spat and snapped the neck of the last silver-ranked assassin in his hand.

Then he tossed the body into the puddle like a dead dog and strode over.

His bronze chest was covered with flowing rainwater and the blood of his enemies, and the black mane on his body was instinctively and slowly retracting.

Li Fei shook the blood off his short knife and stepped forward through the mud.

They have already killed their respective opponents, and now only one survivor remains.

As the three approached him, Ghost Fox felt as if his legs were made of lead.

Especially when facing Fang Cheng's burning and terrifying gaze from behind his mask, he felt as if all the blood and energy in his body had been frozen by this oppressive force.

He instinctively took a step back, his heel landing on a limp corpse. He swayed and nearly fell over.

The usually aloof Black Shark executives were now deathly pale, their eye muscles twitching uncontrollably.

Even as an S-class expert, he was no different from a quail waiting to be slaughtered in the face of absolute overwhelming power.

"and many more!"

Ghost Fox, breathing heavily, forced down the tremor in his voice and raised his hands to signal everyone not to attack:
"President of the Illuminati, we can make a deal. Let me go, and we'll call it even..."

"Talk? You want to talk now?"

Li Fei suddenly took a step forward and shouted sternly.

His wet hair, mixed with blood, dripped down his forehead, and the hatred in his eyes was undisguised.
"When you murdered Instructor Li, lured us fellow disciples, and tortured our eldest brother, why were you unwilling to have a proper talk with us?"

"that is!"

Fat Tiger clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles making a series of dull cracking sounds, and shouted in a gruff voice:
"That damned dog was yelling about breaking my arm, and you were pretty smug about it. Now you want to make peace? Too late!" (End of Chapter)