A figure wrapped in golden flas ascended like an anti-gravity teor, moving against the current.
Ghost Scythe’s pupils contracted sharply, leaving him no ti to execute any tactical evasive maneuvers.
Fang Cheng’s large hands had already gripped both his ankles tightly.
The sensation was like being bitten by a searing branding iron or hydraulic tal clamp.
White smoke sizzled, the power at the fingertips penetrating straight to the bone.
If not for his legs being encased in clay, the flesh might have instantly burned and exploded.
Under this terrifying force, Ghost Scythe’s body was dragged downward sharply, nearly causing him to fall from the sky.
But, being a battle-hardened S-Class power user, his shock only lasted a mont.
Imdiately, his face filled with rage as he shouted harshly:
"Get off !"
The blood-red vertical eye on his forehead instantly emitted a red glow.
The clay wings on his back suddenly adjusted the vector nozzles, erupting with violent tail flas.
He rolled and turned sharply in mid-air like a jet, attempting to shake off Fang Cheng with high overload maneuvers.
However, no matter how he swirled through the air, those hands did not loosen. Instead, they climbed further up.
More terrifyingly, Fang Cheng’s ten fingers latched like hooks, deeply embedding into the clay armor on Ghost Scythe’s legs.
A peculiar power seeped through the contact point, akin to countless threads wrapping around the legs, tightening the more he struggled.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had climbed to Ghost Scythe’s chest, facing him directly.
Then, his legs twisted like steel whips, employing the "waist lock" technique from jujitsu to grasp Ghost Scythe’s waist.
In a "strong man locking male" posture, he secured the opponent firmly in his embrace.
Their bodies hovered in mid-air, pressed close together.
Ghost Scythe could clearly feel the searing body temperature of this monstrous figure and the steady roar of his heartbeat like a heavy engine.
This bizarre posture and atmosphere sent shivers down the spine of the "Black Shark" ace, accustod to killing without batting an eye.
"You... what do you want?!"
Ghost Scythe couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids, his voice carrying a hint of irrepressible shock and anger.
Fang Cheng grinned, revealing his morbidly white teeth.
He glanced at the exoskeleton-like clay armor and wings on Ghost Scythe, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes:
"Is this your last resort?"
Then, Fang Cheng’s gaze shifted upwards, focusing closely on the blood-red vertical eye on Ghost Scythe’s forehead, as if admiring a rare artwork.
"Your strength, aside from the Ideal Land’s leader, is the strongest I’ve encountered so far."
"But as an assassin, your cowardly fighting style, avoiding direct contact, really disappoints ."
Hearing this, Ghost Scythe’s mouth twitched slightly.
He would have loved to curse him as a lunatic!
Isn’t it brainless to not use extraordinary abilities, not seize aerial superiority, but engage in a physical bout with this muscle-bound maniac instead?
Fang Cheng seed to read his thoughts, his own mouth curling into a smirk:
"Since you like hiding in a turtle shell so much, acting like a birdman."
"Fine, I’ll just smash your shell to pieces and tear off your wings, one by one!"
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Fang Cheng’s entire body flexed, his free right hand clenching into a fist.
There was no need for special power-accumulation, just an explosion of inch power.
"Bang—"
A dull sonic boom blasted through the air.
Fang Cheng didn’t attack the clay armor with explosive properties on Ghost Scythe.
Instead, he swung his fist, aid straight at the Evil Eye — the energy core, and slamd it into his opponent’s forehead.
But the anticipated scene of skull shattering, brain splattering did not occur.
At the mont of contact, the scarlet eye on Ghost Scythe’s forehead flared abruptly.
So mysterious black ripple instantaneously enveloped his entire body.
The terrifying kinetic energy, powerful enough to smash steel plates, was once again siphoned and diverted by the Evil Eye, eventually all injected into the wings behind him.
"Boom—"
The clay wings, having absorbed the massive external kinetic energy, were like being injected with high-energy fuel.
The bottom nozzle suddenly expanded, ejecting a jet of tailfire multiple tis thicker than before.
The enormous thrust erupted in an instant.
The two of them were instantly propelled like a runaway rocket, shooting upwards several dozen ters into the sky.
Amidst the intense turbulence, Ghost Scythe roared angrily, controlling the clay wings to balance and barely managed to hover again.
Fang Cheng paused slightly, then, as if discovering a new continent, his eyes glead even brighter:
"Kinetic energy transford into propulsion? That’s interesting."
"Let’s see if your conversion efficiency is higher or if my fists are faster!"
Saying this, he simply locked the opponent’s waist with his legs, letting go of his hands, activating the "Infinite Continuous Punching" mode.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom—"
With each punch, the wings on Ghost Scythe’s back erupted with a violent roar, spewing tailfire interwoven in blue and red.
The "high-frequency pulse detonation" principle was being executed to the fullest at this mont.
The explosive reagents forming the wings continually underwent super-frequent explosive reactions, releasing tens of tis more powerful propulsion than before.
With this unique "propulsion system" activated, the two battling in the air no longer fell downwards.
Instead, they accelerated continuously towards the higher night sky in defiance of the laws of physics.
The wind howled past their ears, the scenes below shrinking rapidly.
The buildings, once engulfed in flas, shrank into a burning matchbox.
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