He was the captain of this Pursuer Team.
Facing the encirclent of two people, Fang Cheng’s body spun like a spinning top, instantly circling around them.
Even while enduring a force field that was more than ten tis the standard pressure, his movents were still much more agile than an ordinary person’s.
Li Chengjun’s gaze flickered rapidly, his sight firmly locked onto Fang Cheng’s figure.
The narrowing force field, like a cage, tightly covered the target, trying to bind the limbs like a quagmire.
Seeing that the target’s figure was still agile and free, Li Chengjun’s eyes hardened, and he instantly boosted his Telekinesis further.
As fine beads of sweat erged on his forehead, the intensity of the force field soon exceeded 20 tis the standard pressure.
Finally... it made the figure inside the cage visibly slow down, returning to a normal human form.
Hiss!
Fang Cheng suddenly felt a faint chill on his back.
His heart shook, and True Qi burst forth from his Dantian, spreading instantly to his limbs and bones.
Boom—
In an instant, all the tightly closed pores on his body burst open, accompanied by the roar of Thunder Sound, releasing a steaming white vapor.
After dissipating so of the pressure, Fang Cheng’s figure relaxed slightly, quickly dodging a series of incoming attacks.
Glancing back, he saw Ke Ziping’s wrist shake slightly, shaking off the Blood Beads stuck to the thread in his hand.
Having succeeded in the sneak attack, his eyes showed so delight, yet he was also surprised by Fang Cheng’s reaction speed and physical toughness.
The fishing boat was small, with limited space to move.
Under the pressure of Li Chengjun’s force field.
The burly giant, relying on his defensive ability, took the frontal attack, trying to control the target with wrestling techniques.
The captain of the Pursuer Team assisted the burly man from the side, constantly moving around, harassing and attacking.
Ke Ziping stayed far away, manipulating sharp threads like blade edges, swinging and flipping them in the air, waiting for an opportunity to cut and strangle.
The near-perfect cooperation of the four in their attack made Fang Cheng, who was restricted in his movents, appear quite stretched.
In an instant, danger lurked all around.
If at this mont, Li Chengjun ordered another concentrated fire attack, Fang Cheng would inevitably suffer more damage.
However, at this mont, those Pursuer Team mbers were also too busy to attend to themselves.
Because groups of rfolk in the sea had already climbed onto the ship, rushing fiercely towards them.
The wind and waves were howling, the fishing boat was swaying, blood was flying everywhere, and gunfire erupted.
Fang Cheng, bearing the heavy pressure, dodged a fatal strike from the thread and bullets flying around.
Like the rfolk, once out of the water, they could no longer stir up waves, losing their battle advantage in the marine environnt.
But that’s okay.
Because from beginning to end, what was most reliable was still his own incredibly strong body.
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts quickly flashing through his mind.
Li Chengjun was indeed strong, far stronger than anyone he had encountered before.
He could even be said to be not just one notch stronger than the other two power users.
In this situation of being surrounded, it was not realistic to consider him as a breakthrough point.
Aside from him, one specialized in ranged attacks, two tangled in close combat.
Close combat could cause limited damage to himself, but the power user’s threads were very special and extrely dangerous.
"So..."
The thought only circulated in his mind for less than a second.
Fang Cheng made a split-second decision, seeing the towering burly giant step forward, fiercely pouncing towards him.
At this mont, he no longer dodged but instead used his toes to grind forcefully on the deck.
Then his right leg stomped fiercely, and he turned and delivered a flying kick.
The spinning kick, carrying a whooshing sound, "Bang!" kicked the giant man, who was rushing over like a small mountain, in the chest.
Thud thud thud—
Accompanied by a dull sound, the man, who seed to turn into stone, suddenly staggered backward uncontrollably.
He was kicked several ters back until he leaned against the ship’s rail, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and almost fell into the sea.
Similar leg techniques, strikingly different power.
The reason lay in the instant Fang Cheng lifted his leg to attack, secretly circulating True Qi, concentrating it on his foot.
This made the kick like a battering ram; even though it endured the force field’s restraint, the target’s strong defense could hardly mitigate its power.
Temporarily not worrying about finishing off the strong man, using the force of this kick, Fang Cheng’s figure suddenly accelerated, turning his head and charging towards Ke Ziping.
Ke Ziping had already seen the process of Fang Cheng kicking the strong man flying, and imdiately waved both hands non-stop, spraying out ten threads from his fingertips, interweaving them into a net.
Each thread was like an extrely sharp blade, cutting through the air, emitting a faint sizzling sound, dense and air-tight, covering overhead.
Defending while also the best attack!
Watching Fang Cheng, whose speed was not much faster than ordinary people, Ke Ziping’s mouth showed a slight sinister smile.
As if to say, if you dare to continue charging forward, that would be a death wish.
Fang Cheng’s face showed no fear, his tightly shut mouth suddenly opened, and a mouthful of True Qi that had been brewing for a long ti within him.
With a "Pfft" sound, a pillar of azure True Qi burst out like arrows, spears, and flying swords!
At this mont, containing intense murderous intent, it pierced through the dense web of threads, directly striking at Ke Ziping’s chest.
"How is this possible?!"
Ke Ziping was shocked, the azure flying sword that shot towards him tore through the air and force field, bringing a series of piercing tearing sounds, as if breaking through a sound barrier.
Without needing to experience it firsthand, one could understand the terrifying lethality it contained.
"Ah—"
Although Ke Ziping was terrified, his reaction was not slow at all, almost instinctively desperately trying to block with his arms.
But, it was still too slow!
The next second, the water-column-like flying sword passed through the net of threads, through Ke Ziping’s arms guarding his chest, and struck him on the chest with a dull explosion sound.
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