The boxing wind whistles, thunder explodes.
The figure darting out is like lightning cutting through the darkness interwoven with gunfire in the corridor.
Along the way, it knocks countless hideous evil spirits flying, until it powerfully hits its target.
Professor Zheng’s forehead bursts open with a splatter of blood, his eyes wide with shock frozen in the mont.
His body, as if support has been withdrawn, falls straight back like a puppet with its strings cut.
Motionless afterwards, the spreading pool of blood slowly seeps across the floor.
Believing in his Undying Body, just imagining how to establish himself with this power.
Till death, he never anticipated his head would be blown apart by a suddenly appearing fist.
Without Professor Zheng’s spiritual power to command them, the surrounding lower-class ghouls freeze in place, halting their assault.
Seemingly petrified by a thunderous roar, fearful and trembling perhaps due to the ergence of a more formidable superior Predator.
Soldiers constructing defensive lines around the floor are also stunned, stopping their fingers on the triggers, unsure of what happened.
Two Special Search Team Commissioners stare at the sudden "Assassin", equally astonished and baffled.
In an instant, the whole world seems to have hit the mute button.
This punch, carrying an invisible oppressive force, sweeps through, intimidating everyone and every creature on the scene.
Fang Cheng stands upright, his feet beside the blood pool of fallen bodies.
A faint aura of seizing command amidst thousands of troops emanates from him.
The thick sll of blood still pervasively lingers in the air.
Every person, every creature, seems nailed to the spot by his intense murderous intent, none daring to act rashly, none daring to speak first.
As if, he is the ruler of life and death in this dark hospital.
At this mont, Jiang Chen’s eyes flicker with gloomy light, looking at his retracting Bone Spur.
His prideful predatory weapon now sports a concave fist imprint and several shocking cracks.
This ans, just monts ago, his opponent’s fist forcefully completed the kill by directly confronting his Bone Spur.
And,
From the destructive power of the attack, Jiang Chen faintly senses a long-missed yet strangely familiar aura...
Thinking this, his sunken eye sockets seem to ignite with a green ghostly fla, suddenly raising his head and letting out a fierce roar.
This roar, filled with boundless authority and fury, makes the ceiling tremble, instantly dispersing the atmosphere created by the opponent.
It suddenly breaks the deadlock, reawakening those lower-class ghouls intimidated by the superior’s presence.
After a brief silence.
The ghouls’ eerily chilling howls resound again, flooding towards all directions.
Rat-a-tat-tat—
Automatic rifles spit fire in the darkness, bullets whistling through the air.
Gunfire and roars intermingle, plunging the hospital back into a bloody, terrifying battlefield.
After commanding the fight, Jiang Chen takes a deep breath.
Then fixes his gaze on the main culprit who disrupted his plans, speaking in a deep voice:
"Very well, young man, since my return to this world, you are the first to successfully arouse my desire for battle..."
These words seem appreciative, but are filled with resentnt and annoyance, like a curse spat out between clenched teeth, wishing to devour the opponent alive imdiately.
You should know, the killed Professor Zheng was of vast utility value to him.
Not only as his first loyal assistant blessed with power but also involving plans for capturing ability-users and obtaining Innate Essence Energy.
Now, to be killed so effortlessly by a punch from his opponent.
More importantly,
The opponent’s prior action of defiantly roaring and smashing the scene clearly offended the dignity of the Ghoul King.
Absolutely intolerable!
While the others across from him show anger or shock, Fang Cheng is also not idle.
In a matter of seconds, he quickly picks up the shoulder bag from Professor Zheng’s body, surreptitiously extracting blood tubes labeled with his and Wen Xin’s nas.
After a figurative weight off his mind, he looks up.
But sees the Ghoul leader emitting a furious roar, eyes flashing fiercely, staring intently at him.
Thoughts race through Fang Cheng’s mind.
He then speaks, issuing commands to the two Special Search Team Commissioners still in a daze:
"You two join in taking him down, headquarters support is about to arrive, aren’t you seizing the ti to redeem yourselves, or do you want to go back and face punishnt?"
"Ah?"
The white-haired man and the shield-bearing robust man pause, shocked.
Then realization dawns, oh, turns out we’re all on the sa team.
Though the person is in the dark, covered by a hood, appearing sowhat overly mysterious.
But from his actions and tone in assisting in combat, he probably is also from the Special Search Team, possibly a high-ranking officer.
They instantly relax, promptly supporting their injured bodies, respectfully responding:
"Yes, sir!"
Unable to recognize who the person is, and it not being the ti to make small talk, they address him vaguely as such.
"Haha, you youngsters treat as prey, do you?"
Jiang Chen, surrounded by the three, remains unflustered, emitting a chilling laugh.
That laugh, like a cold wind in a silent night across a grave, stirring the cries of wronged spirits.
Vaguely, a chilling murderous aura seems to be rapidly burgeoning and spreading, claiming the dark floor, locking onto every living being in the battlefield.
Fang Cheng’s pupils narrow, a profound sense of imminent danger rising in his heart.
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