Slightly asured the opponent’s background.
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept past the masked man and toward Grey Eagle, who was hiding to the side and rear, pretending to be calm while holding his rifle.
Seeing the slightly trembling barrel in his hand, Fang Cheng curled his lips in mockery.
"I went in for a full four hours."
Fang Cheng raised his hand, casually dusting off the dirt from his sleeve. His voice revealed no hint of emotion:
"Your speed in changing masters is even faster than I expected."
Grey Eagle, glanced at by Fang Cheng, felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his head.
He swallowed hard and mustered the courage to retort loudly:
"Fang, stop pretending to be mysterious here!"
"The gentleman beside is the Deputy Chairman of the Black Tide Organization. If you have any sense, kneel down and hand over the treasure you brought from the ruins, along with the magic artifact capable of space travel on your body."
"Otherwise, hmph, the gentleman can crush you with just one finger!"
"Noisy."
The masked man spat out two cold words.
Grey Eagle was so scared he imdiately shut his mouth, not daring to breathe heavily.
The masked man stepped forward, a cold wind whipping up the hem of his black coat.
He stared at Fang Cheng, his eyes behind the mask exceptionally bright, revealing a haughty arrogance:
"Your courage is remarkable. Not only did you dare to kill the personnel I recruited, but you also dared to use my resources to open that door on your own."
The masked man’s voice was processed by a voice changer, carrying a harsh tallic scraping sound:
"However, considering you explored the safety of the passage for , I can offer you a chance to live."
Fang Cheng tilted his head, as if hearing sothing interesting:
"Oh? What chance?"
"Tell your na and the force behind you."
The masked man placed his hands behind him, his posture extrely lofty:
"Then, hand over the items you brought back from there, along with the magic artifact used to isolate radiation and travel between realms."
"In that case, considering you are sowhat capable, I might make an exception to recomnd you to join ’Black Tide,’ becoming my direct subordinate."
Fang Cheng glanced at the package on the ground, then at the masked man, chuckling softly:
"The stuff is on the ground. If you have the ability, co and get it yourself."
While speaking, Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his right hand from his pocket.
His shoulders sank slightly, appearing casually standing, but in fact, his front foot was firmly anchored in the muddy ground.
The masked man’s gaze suddenly turned cold, an ice-cold killing intent spreading tangibly.
"Foolish insolence. You think just because you stumbled through the passage with a magic artifact, you have the right to boast in front of ?"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.
Dark blue electric light quickly gathered in his palm, emitting a harsh "crackling" explosive sound.
The moisture in the surrounding air was instantly ionized, bursting out in tiny white mists.
"I’ll roast and crush your limbs inch by inch, then extract secrets from your brain."
He suddenly clenched his fingers, about to strike down.
However, before his move took shape.
Fang Cheng’s figure suddenly launched.
No shout during the power charge, no superfluous opening moves.
"Boom!"
The muddy ground under Fang Cheng’s feet exploded into a two-ter diater pit.
His entire being left a blurry afterimage in place.
The mighty body directly ripped through the air, bursting a sharp sonic boom.
The violent air currents even tore out a canopy-shaped white sonic boom cloud in the forest.
Too fast!
So fast, the retina couldn’t capture his movent trajectory.
The pupils hidden behind the bronze mask narrowed dramatically to pinhead size.
This was the ultimate reaction stemming from a biological instinct facing a death threat.
He had no ti to release the gathered electric light in his hand or even to raise the thought of retreating half a step.
He could only rely on the battle intuition honed by the Transcendent, quickly crossing his arms, firmly shielding his chest.
At the mont his arms blocked.
A fist, as though forged from steel, enveloped with a mountain-shifting-sea-overturning terror strength, slamd heavily onto the cross point of his arms.
"Boom——"
A sound akin to a heavy hamr hitting a temple bell echoed, exploding on the clearing.
Visible ripples of semi-transparent air waves, centered on the contact point of their collision, frantically spread out like a typhoon passing.
The dense fog within a range of tens of ters was shockingly dispersed, large swathes of shrubs uprooted and hurled into the air.
"Crack!"
The masked man’s arm bones emitted a tooth-numbing crack.
His entire body, like a cannonball fired, his feet instantly off the ground, directly flying backward.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
His body cut a straight trajectory in mid-air, continuously breaking three large trees as thick as soup bowls, wood splinters flying everywhere.
Until he crashed heavily into a giant weathered rock, barely coming to a stop.
The surface of the rock instantly filled with web-like cracks, broken stones cascading down.
The entire field fell deathly silent. Not a sound.
Grey Eagle maintained his gun stance, mouth agape, eyes bulging wide.
He glanced at Fang Cheng, who stood in position, maintaining his punching posture, then at the heap of rubble dozens of ters away.
His mind was blank, save for one thought swirling madly.
How could the mighty leader of the Black Tide Organization, end up like the useless subordinates, unable to withstand even a single move?
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