Seeing the enemy suddenly appear in front of him, the masked man’s pupils contracted sharply, and in a soul-crushing panic, he instinctively raised the dagger in his hand to block in front of him.
Clang!
Accompanied by a dazzling spark, the two daggers collided fiercely.
The masked man was just about to take a breather from the blocking and relax his nerves which were stretched to the limit.
But in horror, he glimpsed a glittering golden object enveloped in a gust of wind, crashing towards his head with overwhelming force.
Upon closer look, it was Fang Cheng clutching the Golden Benba Bottle in his left hand, using it as a makeshift weapon.
Bang!
With a muffled thunderous sound, like lightning exploding in one’s ears, the masked man’s head was instantly split open, spraying red and white matter.
His pupils filled with unwillingness and astonishnt, he never thought he would be killed by the treasure he had been fixated on.
Furthermore, how did the opponent’s stamina remain unaffected in such intense combat, and yet manage to speed up again to deliver this fatal blow?
Carrying imnse regret, the masked man died with his eyes wide open.
Another accomplice in the joint attack was shocked by this sight, causing his assault to slightly falter.
Fang Cheng gave him no chance to breathe, slipping to the side, brushing past the oncoming blade.
At the sa ti, the right arm holding the dagger swiftly swung back, the elbow like a sharp spearhead, enveloped in fierce wind, piercing straight at the enemy’s throat.
Crack!
Following a horrifying crunch, the man’s throat cartilage was shattered by this elbow strike.
His eyes widened, face filled with pain as he wanted to scream, but could only squeeze out a few broken "gurgle" sounds from his throat, his body stumbling back uncontrollably.
Without even glancing at him, Fang Cheng turned and plunged into battle with other treasure hunters.
His movents were agile, his tactics fierce, leaving a trail of blood and carnage wherever he went.
"Damn it! Wu Laosi, what are you doing? You promised to control his movents!"
Among the crowd, a treasure hunter shouted in shock and anger.
"I did use it!"
The elder who had bragged earlier was now drenched in sweat, explaining with frustration:
"But...but he seems to have no reaction at all, what can I do?"
Wu Laosi’s eyes widened, desperately trying to launch a Spiritual Piercing attack on Fang Cheng to hinder his overly agile movents.
Yet even with his eyes nearly popping out, the surge of spiritual energy vanished like a clay ox into the sea, causing no ripples.
"Let try!"
From the back of the crowd, a superpower user stepped forward, hands moving swiftly, electric arcs flickering between his palms, crackling as if a powerful current was gathering in his hands.
With a loud shout, a lightning bolt as thick as a barrel struck down at Fang Cheng.
The lightning seed like an angry silver snake, lunging at its target with bared fangs.
In the battle, Fang Cheng suddenly sensed danger, imdiately stepping back to try to gain distance.
However, the lightning was incredibly fast, tens of thousands of tis faster than sound, beyond human ability to resist.
In an instant, Fang Cheng’s body hairs stood on end as he was struck directly.
His clothes were blasted apart by the strong electric current, sparks at the corners ignited flas.
Everyone’s eyes lit up, showing delight that the "human-shaped ferocious beast" was finally defeated.
The mutant controlling the lightning was excited and shouted:
"He’s hit! Temporarily paralyzed, everyone, let’s kill him!"
Among them, a treasure hunter with the most agility swung his gleaming katana first, aiming straight at Fang Cheng’s chest.
With a dull "thud," the sword seed to strike a hard stone block instead, causing his grip to go numb.
He looked up in astonishnt.
Seeing Fang Cheng standing before him, his eyes were burning with blazing fire.
A certain aura surged wildly around him, as if boiling magma.
Muscles swelled rapidly, veins like angry dragons, writhing under the flushed skin.
The whole person exuded a terrifyingly overwhelming power.
Boom!
The originally tattered clothes seed unable to withstand this brute force, instantly transford into countless black cloth fragnts, shooting out.
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