One by one, they moved along the dusty ground and the exposed concrete walls, surging towards Fang Cheng like a tide, blocking all his routes for retreat or advance.
Looking at this dense minefield, Ghost Scythe’s lips curled slightly, feeling reassured inside.
This was his most proud masterpiece.
Each clay spider was a high-explosive mine.
With hundreds of spiders spreading out, they served as an all-encompassing defensive net, capable of moving with his thoughts, transforming into missiles tracking their target.
No matter how powerful Fang Cheng’s attack thods might be, what of it?
No matter how fast his speed or how strong his power, what of it?
In front of this "Spider Mine Array" that integrates attack and defense, any blind charge would rely beco a suicidal fireworks display.
Ghost Scythe retreated, hanging from a crossbeam, looking down at Fang Cheng with eyes full of mockery:
"White Owl, without that layer of golden turtle shell, let’s see how you defend against my attacking moves."
"Next, let show you what is called the art of explosion!"
As he spoke, the vertical pupil on his forehead erupted with red light, flashing at a high-frequency rhythm.
"Go to hell!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Dozens of clay spiders, with the sound of slicing through the air, shot up from the walls and floor around.
Like a grey rainstorm, they sealed off all space around Fang Cheng for evasion.
Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Fang Cheng remained calm and continued to stand his ground.
Boom, boom, boom, boom—
In the blink of an eye, flas soared, debris flew.
The mont the dozens of clay spiders made contact with Fang Cheng’s body, they all exploded.
High-temperature flas and shockwaves ravaged the open floor, tearing at his body ferociously, trying to blow this flesh and blood into pieces.
"Hahaha, don’t bla for not reminding you, my bombs are not just stationary dead objects!"
Ghost Scythe laughed wildly, as if he already saw the opponent’s dismbered state.
But the next second, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze on his face.
Amid the light of the explosions, the figure wearing a white mask stood like a javelin, unmoving.
In truth, Fang Cheng had no intention of evading.
With a constitution attribute as high as 80 points, his muscle density reached levels incomprehensible to humans.
In terms of absolute hardness, it might not surpass steel.
But to resist the shockwaves of explosions relies not just on hardness, but more on the resilience of the body.
Fang Cheng didn’t even activate his Domineering Body.
Those shockwaves that could blow off a person’s limbs struck his body.
Apart from so skin flaking off, leaving shallow blood marks, they couldn’t cause substantial harm.
In less than half a second, those insignificant injuries had completely healed, restored to their original state.
Unless directly hitting vital facial features, otherwise compared to...
But these weaknesses were perfectly protected by the mask on his face at the mont.
At this point, he was utilizing this so-called "art of explosion" to test the sheer strength of his body.
"Is this all you’ve got? Are you setting off firecrackers?"
Fang Cheng’s voice ca from the flas, laden with unabashed sarcasm.
Before the words fell, he stomped the ground heavily.
Thud!
The ground trembled, as he, like a heavy tank, charged into the cluster of clay spiders trying to block him.
As a series of dense explosions sounded, the dark figure forcibly tore through the curtain of fire.
"How is this possible?!"
Ghost Scythe’s eyelids twitched wildly, heart filled with shock.
Not waiting for him to react, taking advantage of the montum, Fang Cheng leaped up, a powerful Whip Kick sweeping across.
Whoosh—
The leg wind tore through the air, making a piercing whistling sound.
Ghost Scythe’s face changed dramatically.
But after all, he was a top-notch expert with countless battles under his belt.
At this critical mont, his entire body bent backward ninety degrees as if he had no bones.
Narrowly avoiding this lethal strike.
Bam!
The Whip Kick missed, ruthlessly striking the crossbeam where Ghost Scythe was.
That concrete-cast crossbeam seed hit by a battering ram, revealing twisted rebar ends.
"Dodged it..."
Ghost Scythe’s heart pounded wildly.
But before he could catch his breath, an Iron Fist suddenly appeared at his chest.
Too fast!
Fang Cheng’s combination skill combo had no delays at all.
Bam!
This punch landed squarely on Ghost Scythe’s chest.
The red light in the Evil Eye at Ghost Scythe’s brow suddenly flared to its limit.
That familiar feeling of nothingness once again ca from Fang Cheng’s fist.
Boom!
Not far away, several Clay Spiders that were still crawling suddenly exploded without warning.
The terrifying kinetic force of Fang Cheng’s punch, enough to break through steel plates, was forcibly extracted by the Evil Eye and transferred to those "Floating Thunders."
Ghost Scythe, using the residual push of the punch, glided quickly backward like a startled bat, creating distance.
But how could Fang Cheng give him a chance to catch his breath?
"Can you escape?"
The red glow flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes behind the mask, as he propelled himself forward, turning his arms into afterimages.
Infinite Continuous Punching!
Bang bang bang bang bang——
Ghost Scythe was like a sandbag trapped in a corner, enduring a barrage of attacks like a storm.
Every ti a punch landed, it was accompanied by a violent explosion around.
Boom boom boom boom boom——
The dense explosions on the top floor of the unfinished building rged into one, with flas shooting into the sky, and smoke rising everywhere.
That was the kinetic energy being transferred, as the clay bombs exploded in substitution.
For a mont, the top floor of the unfinished building was ablaze, as if it was undergoing demolition blasting.
While using his ability to deflect the attacks, Ghost Scythe retreated embarrassedly, continuously mocking:
"It’s useless! White Owl!"
"As long as I have clay, your attacks are ineffective!"
"Are you punching at air? Hahaha!"
Though he said this, the terror in his heart had already grown uncontrollably like wild grass.
"What on earth is this monster...?"
Ghost Scythe looked at this relentless killing machine in front of him, feeling chills down his spine.
Although he had exited that special golden state, why didn’t his strength and speed seem to decline?
Even the agility he prided himself on seed like a joke in front of this "pretty boy."
Each punch from the opponent was as heavy as a battering ram and as fast as to almost leave him unable to react.
If it weren’t for relying on the Evil Eye’s transfer ability, he would have been pounded into mush by now.
Crack——
Rumble——
Finally, the already battered top floor of the unfinished building could no longer withstand the high-intensity stomping and continuous explosions of the two.
With a loud crash, a massive section of the floor collapsed.
Even the lower floors, which had lost their supporting columns, were affected alongside it.
The bodies of the two in battle simultaneously lost their support, plumting into the abyss-like darkness below.
..................
anwhile, in the tall grass surrounding the unfinished building area.
A black sedan with its engine off lay quietly hidden in the knee-high wild grass.
Xu Hao and Xiao Shuai were hiding in the car, holding high-powered infrared binoculars.
They watched the unfinished building that continuously flickered with firelight in the night with tension.
"Holy crap... holy crap! Holy crap!"
Xu Hao kept mumbling, his hands shaking while holding the binoculars, blurting out three profanities in a row.
"Is this demolition or a nuclear test?"
In his excitent, his elbow slipped, knocking over the thermos cup on the dashboard.
The scalding tea spilled on his crotch, making him shiver from the burning sensation.
But he just gritted his teeth, shook his leg to dry it a bit, and imdiately put his eyes back on the binoculars, afraid of missing any second of the exciting scene.
"Brother Xiaoshuai, did you see clearly? Just now, several floors of that building were suddenly gone with a boom!"
In the passenger seat, Xiao Shuai was also holding a pair of binoculars.
Though he wasn’t as loud as Xu Hao, he gripped the lens tightly.
In the lens, the tallest thirty-three-story unfinished building looked as though a legendary dragon was stuffed inside.
Every now and then, a floor burst into flas, with debris raining down like a shower of stones.
The entire building continued to shake violently, the outer walls constantly crumbling, looking like it could collapse at any mont.
Even the top few floors...
Just now, with that earth-shattering bang, a significant part of them disappeared in an instant.
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