Skill Effect, "Infinite Continuous Punching" activated!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang ——
The air instantly burst with dense sonic booms, as if a machine gun was crazily firing beside one’s eardrum.
Fang Cheng’s fists were like an uncontrollable hydraulic piling machine, throwing out dozens of punches in a second.
Each punch carried white shock waves, transforming into a sky full of golden fist shadows, completely engulfing the Ghost Scythe.
The mountain shifting and sea overturning kinetic energy was crazily extracted by the "Evil Eye" along the Ghost Scythe’s body, and instantly directed to the surrounding dium.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The first to suffer were the walls and load-bearing columns beside the Ghost Scythe.
Clearly, Fang Cheng’s fists all landed on the Ghost Scythe, but the concrete walls beside it cracked inch by inch under the deafening acoustics.
In an instant, countless alarming cobweb-like cracks exploded.
The hard concrete floors were violently lifted by the shock waves.
The rubble flew in all directions like dispersed shrapnel, instantly twisting the rusted guardrails around into scrap tal like a pretzel.
Several clay bombs pre-set by the Ghost Scythe on the top floor exploded in succession under the frantic flickering of red light from its forehead, attempting to absorb this massive kinetic energy as an outlet.
But the power was too great, too wild!
The clay acting as a dium on the top floor overloaded in an instant, like several balloons bursting, turning into ashes in less than half a second.
"Not enough! Still not enough!!"
The Ghost Scythe roared internally, the black mole on its forehead had completely split open, revealing a scarlet vertical pupil.
The terrifying kinetic energy that couldn’t be dissipated in ti and remained within it, which was enough to kill it, was forced to surge towards another place through an invisible link, seeking a new outlet.
"Boom——"
Finally, a dull roar sounded from sowhere downstairs.
Those were the few clay bombs buried by the Ghost Scythe on other floors during its upward journey.
At this mont, the terrifying destructive force that Fang Cheng’s punches unleashed forcefully crossed the spatial limit, forcibly "grafted" to those bombs.
As several thick load-bearing columns downstairs disintegrated at the sa ti, the entire thirty-three-story unfinished building trembled violently.
The ground under the two people’s feet suddenly sank, as if a small earthquake had occurred.
"Bang!"
Despite transferring most of the kinetic energy, the recoil from the energy overload was still terrifying.
The Ghost Scythe, like a kite with a broken string, was violently flung away, and at the sa ti, managed to escape the range of Fang Cheng’s fist peak.
Its back hit the exposed rusted steel guardrails at the edge of the unfinished building.
Cre-eak——
Several thumbs-thick solid steel bars were forcibly bent into twisted knots, barely stopping its retreat.
"Cough cough cough..."
Amidst the pervasive dust, the Ghost Scythe kneeled on one knee.
Although looking battered, with tattered clothes, there were no visible lethal wounds on its body.
It wiped the dust off its face, with not just horror in its eyes, but also a kind of pathological delight.
"That was close... another 0.01 seconds, and I’d have been pounded into at paste."
"Luckily, enough bombs were pre-buried."
The Ghost Scythe panted heavily, staring intently at the robust figure standing in the dust, surrounded by golden glow, with inner turbulence.
This power... it’s simply unreasonable!
If it relied solely on ordinary defensive ans earlier, even if there was an explosion-proof shield in hand, it would likely have been pierced by that punch.
Fortunately, the abilities it possessed could completely counter such pure physical attacks.
The Ghost Scythe instinctively touched the scorching "black mole" on its forehead.
This was not ordinary pignt deposition, nor a congenital organ.
But rather acquired through a surgical transplant in that hell-like laboratory, narrowly escaping death.
The third eye of the Abyssal creature "Ghost Eye Demon Lizard."
In the words of those mad scientists, it could be called a "biological explosion gland."
As early as hundreds of millions of years ago in ancient tis, so reptiles had a third eye with magical functions.
But with the changing Earth’s environnt and the progression of biological epochs, this organ gradually degenerated, finally disappearing entirely from modern biological structures.
And the Demon Lizard eye that it transplanted possesses the extrely rare characteristics of "energy conduction and resonance."
It can secrete a colorless and odorless "ether catalyst enzy," ordinarily mixing with special clay through its sweat.
This clay, nad "Active Cell Matrix Clay," transforms into a highly sensitive biological bomb once mixed with the catalyst enzy.
Detonating them requires no remote control, relying instead on this eye to emit specific "high-frequency bio-pulses."
The higher the frequency, the more targets detonated, and the greater the explosive power.
Of course, the precision of control becos correspondingly unstable.
And at this mont, with abilities in operation, the black mole on the Ghost Scythe’s forehead had completely turned scarlet, scorching hot.
Finally becoming a blood-red vertical pupil, fully opened in the darkness, emitting an unsettling red light.
The piercing night wind swept across the rooftop, soon blowing away the pervasive dust.
Fang Cheng stood in place, maintaining the punching posture, not rushing to pursue.
Along with a sound like the release of pressure from a high-pressure cooker, the boiling blood and energy within him began to settle.
The originally monstrous bulging muscle groups rapidly retracted like a hydraulic rod.
In the blink of an eye, he reverted to his previous pale, lean, and even slightly frail form.
Even under the baptism of the violent explosion and shockwave just now, not a trace of dust or scratch was left on his seemingly delicate skin.
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