"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
This sudden loud noise equally panicked the drivers on the road.
A few cars in front instinctively slamd on the brakes, instantly causing a series of rear-end collisions.
Night Owl’s eyes narrowed, using his reaction speed far beyond an ordinary person, he made an extre tailspin, barely avoiding the front car’s bumper and bringing the car to a halt on the roadside shoulder.
"Damn! Is it an earthquake?"
"Quick, look east, the sky is on fire!"
"What is that? Did a plane crash explode?"
"Don’t talk nonsense, it looks like a missile hit!"
A chorus of chaotic exclamations ca from the vehicles stopped nearby.
Countless people pushed open their car doors in terror, so holding up phones to capture the scene, others pointing and shouting at the eastern night sky.
Night Owl abruptly lifted his head, looking through the front windshield.
In the night sky a few kiloters away, a dark red mushroom cloud was slowly rising.
The rolling flas illuminated half of East Capital’s suburbs as bright as day.
That scale of explosion...
It’s definitely that lunatic Ghost Scythe revealing all his cards!
Before Night Owl could recover from the shock of this terrifying explosion’s power, a scene that made his heart stop occurred.
Below the mushroom cloud, an object wrapped in golden flas and billowing white smoke burst forth.
Like a teor descending from the heavens, trailing a long tail of flas, it headed straight for the over-three-hundred-ter television signal tower.
"That’s..."
Night Owl’s pupils shrank to needle-like points, and his extraordinary S-Class spiritual ability vision instantly activated.
In his sight, the distance of several kiloters quickly closed, and the scene magnified dozens of tis.
He clearly saw the "mysterious object" precisely landing on the television tower’s top maintenance platform.
It was a completely naked man.
The layer of golden flas on his body, almost tangible, was slowly receding, revealing an exquisitely perfect physique.
Every muscle seed cast from the hardest alloy; the lines were smooth and wild, full of a primitive, raw beauty.
On his face was a stark white Evil Ghost Mask.
Its eye sockets seed inset with red gemstones, two spots of crimson-gold light gleaming from them.
It was a gaze intertwining divinity and devilry—cold, detached, without the slightest human emotion.
Even from such a distance, Night Owl still felt the terrifying oppressive aura emanating from the man.
He stood casually at the summit of the towering steel tower, his feet on twisted tal scorched by heat, surrounded by lingering steam.
Like a god or demon freshly bathed in flas, looking down at the multitudes below.
"Hiss—"
Night Owl drew a sharp breath, feeling a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his skull.
This robust build, this striking golden fla...
Except for the mask, all other features perfectly match the target of this mission!
An ominous thought surged in Night Owl’s mind.
Could it be... Ghost Scythe is already dead?
That mad bomber who could escape unscathed even under military siege chose to perish with the enemy in mid-air?
And this masked monster, not only withstood the cataclysmic explosion but also jumped down from a thousand ters above unhard?
At this mont.
The man on the tower’s top seed to sense sothing.
He slowly turned his head, and the eyes behind the mask shot out a chilling ray.
This gaze seed to disregard spatial barriers, penetrating kiloters of night and neon, precisely locking onto the inconspicuous black coupe by the roadside.
"He... saw !"
In that instant, Night Owl felt like a little white rabbit eyed by a primordial beast.
His heart violently clenched, his breathing halted.
As an S-Class Spiritual Ability User, his greatest pride was not combat ability, nor controlling others’ minds, but an instinctual intuition about lethal danger.
At this mont, every cell in his body was instinctively warning:
Run! Run fast! Otherwise, you’ll die!
Without any hesitation, not even enough ti for the slight pride of being an S-Class powerhouse to appear.
Night Owl suddenly turned the steering wheel, imdiately reversing the car.
"Vroom—"
The black sports car roared, executing a 180-degree turn with unprecedented skill.
The tires fiercely scraped against the asphalt road, kicking up thick white smoke, and the screeching sound pierced through the eardrums.
"Damn, are you crazy! Driving against traffic is seeking death!"
"Hey, be careful, be careful! If you want to die, don’t drag us with you!"
Next to the parked vehicles ahead, the crowd erupted into a chorus of angry honking and curses.
The following cars, trying to avoid this lunatic, hurriedly turned their wheels, crashing into the guardrails.
But Night Owl couldn’t care less about any of this.
Right now, there was only one thought in his mind:
That creature is absolutely not human!
Even the Ghost Scythe that opened its Domain was reduced to ashes, and if he dared to get close, his own body wouldn’t even be enough to fill the gaps between its teeth.
Screw the achievents, screw the mission, to hell with it!
Survival is the priority!
He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, slamd the accelerator with his foot, eyes fixed on the layers of traffic ahead.
Just like ten minutes ago when he rushed in frantically to seize credit.
At this mont, the black sports car, in the sa reckless driving style as when it arrived, sped off along the original route amidst the curses of other drivers.
...............
Atop the TV signal tower, the night wind howled.
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze from the distance, taking a deep breath of the uniquely cold high-altitude air.
"Hoo—"
Imdiately, two streams of condensed white steam shot out from his nostrils.
They shot straight out for several ters like arrows before being torn apart by the raging wind.
The True Sun Fire surrounding him completely retracted into his body, revealing a physique of perfectly chiseled muscles like a sculpture.
He stood atop the 300-ter-high iron tower, looking down at the bustling night scene below.
Traffic flowed like a river of light, while neon lights flickered like the city’s breathing.
The masses were still busy rushing about for their livelihoods.
Little did they know what kind of thrilling battle just took place in the pitch-black night sky above them.
At this mont, as the last piece of dried blood scab crumbled and was carried away by the wind.
The wound on Fang Cheng’s right leg, pierced by a stream of tal, now appeared as good as new.
The nurous tiny scars left on his body from the previous explosion, had all healed, revealing underneath skin as smooth as jade.
Aside from his hair being slightly dry and curly, and so black smoke dust on his skin, there wasn’t a trace of injury to be found.
"Ghost Scythe, your Domain power is indeed formidable..."
Fang Cheng’s eyes shone brightly as he looked into the void, as if the spirit of his opponent still floated in the night air.
He savored the mory of the frantic battle earlier, then twisted his neck, which had beco slightly numb from the shockwave, emitting a crisp sound of cracking bones.
A soft laugh ca from behind the mask:
"However, it seems my bones are still harder."
Recalling the scene in the abandoned building earlier, the "Infinite Explosion Beehive" Domain unleashed by Ghost Scythe was akin to a small nuclear test site.
Countless tiny bombs exploded in a chain reaction, creating relentless ultra-high-pressure shockwaves.
The devastating force attempting to lt everything was truly terrifying.
However, Fang Cheng’s mastery of the Fla Breathing Technique happened to be the nesis for this so-called explosion Domain.
Under the flow of True Qi, his endurance and combat abilities in high-temperature environnts were greatly enhanced.
The golden flas swirling around his body ford an insulating armor, effectively guarding against thousands of degrees of heat and raging particle streams.
Plus, with the 300% defense boost from the "Everlasting Undying" effect.
Fang Cheng was able to hold up a golden Qi Field, similar to a Domain, in the center of the cataclysmic explosion, contending against Ghost Scythe’s Domain Power.
If not for this, even if his body were made of iron, in that purgatory of flas, it would have likely been peeled and suffered irreparable damage.
"I must say, prioritizing the Constitution to 80 points and breaking past human limits was absolutely the right decision."
Fang Cheng clenched his fist, feeling the surging blood energy within.
Thick health bars allow for greater error tolerance.
Only then can one have the confidence to probe a formidable enemy’s base and have the privilege to tread the brink of life and death repeatedly, seeking the opportunity for a breakthrough.
Just like that leap he made earlier.
With this thought, Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze landing on the still brilliantly glowing panel before him.
[Congratulations, in the life-and-death trial of challenging the sky’s limits, you successfully captured the rhythm of the wind and further comprehended the mysteries of nature]
[Your basic air suspension ti has increased by 1 second]
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