The top floor of the Noah Building no longer has a complete form.
The piercing gunshots and alarms have long beco hoarse, replaced by even more violent roars.
The air is filled with the acrid sll of concrete dust, burnt wires, and a mix of flesh and blood.
Two blurry shadows shuttle and collide rapidly amidst the collapsing building structure.
Bang!
One of the shadows is slamd hard into a load-bearing wall on the side.
The steel-reinforced concrete wall bursts open upon impact into a human-shaped hole.
But the shadow doesn’t pause, pushing off with a toe on the twisted rebar and once again becos a howling gust charging forth.
Boom!
Another shadow wearing a white mask follows closely, sweeping with a whip kick, slicing the remaining wall in half.
Countless cent fragnts, along with broken cables and ventilation ducts, rain down like a storm.
Sonic booms, flas, air waves continuously explode in this devastated ruin.
To an onlooker, this is not a human fight at all.
It is two incomprehensible natural disasters tearing and crashing into each other!
Every exchange between them causes the top floor’s structure of this skyscraper to let out a painful groan.
Broken fire pipes randomly spray mist.
Quickly evaporated by the scorching airwaves, adding a touch of haziness to this chaotic battlefield.
The bulkier of the shadows fights in a brutally direct way.
Completely ignoring the whistling cent particles and office cabinet debris slamming into it.
Letting them collide with dull thuds, unable to shake it in the slightest.
Sotis even punching or elbowing flying steel plates and concrete chunks into a splatter of fragnts.
The entire figure resembles a human-shaped rampaging T-Rex.
anwhile, the other shadow wearing a tactical mask displays more flexibility and variability.
An invisible dium seems to envelop his body, cleverly deflecting most of the frontal impacts.
While engaging in the breathtaking lee, he skillfully manipulates telekinesis.
With just a glance and a wave, he weaponizes everything movable around him.
Shattered glass, twisted steel beams, rows of office chairs...
All transford into deadly missiles bombarding the opponent from all directions.
The aftershock of this battle is devastating to others.
Shrapnel and tal fragnts fly like shrapnel grenades, shooting everywhere.
Powerful shockwaves sweep through, making everyone lose their footing.
In the darkness and chaos, screams abound, and no one dares to check on their companions.
Just finding shelter and surviving in the airwaves consud all their energy.
Even the restless monsters in the gray fog have hidden away deeper into the darkness.
Only daring to peek through the cracks of debris with glowing eyes, staring at the corridor’s center in terror.
In their understanding, those two raging fighting figures are the most terrifying monsters in this space.
"Holy shit..."
Zhou Liang and several Special Search Team mbers hide behind a relatively intact shear wall, watching everything with throats continuously gulping.
As for the guard sitting paralyzed on the ground, he’s completely frightful and dumbfounded, eyes vacant, mouth agape, voiceless.
Cui Xiuying’s forehead is cut by flying debris, bleeding profusely.
She holds the unconscious Shijima Gorou tightly in her arms, trying to shield him with her frail body from the possible next impact.
As ordinary people, they’ve never seen such an exaggerated battle.
Cheng Jiashu stands alone in front, letting small debris hit his body.
Eyes locked onto the two battling figures.
He can see that the figure wearing the white Evil Ghost Mask is intentionally or unintentionally drawing the battlefield away from their direction.
On the other hand, the Noah Organization mbers are even more disheveled, scrambling like mice.
"Ouch!"
In the chaos, two people collide headfirst.
"Are you fucking blind?!"
Xu Hao curses irritably, then looks up to see it’s Chen Chen.
"Gang Leader?"
"Ah Hao?"
Both are stunned for a mont, then simultaneously shrink behind a collapsed concrete pillar.
Xu Hao’s face is deathly pale, his body trembling like chaff.
Liu Yu, who had been following behind, is long gone, perhaps blasted by the airwaves into so corner, already a corpse buried under the rubble.
He can’t afford to worship his boss for now.
Only frantically praying in his heart that these two masters will quickly end their powers and spare him, the innocent fish in a troubled pond.
Chen Chen slightly protrudes his head, watching the two figures fighting deep inside the building, eyes filled with astonishnt.
Are these even human?
As the Gang Leader of the Red Tiger Gang, he’s seen so powerful individuals with supernatural abilities before.
He once thought, with enough preparation, hundreds of ard followers could take down an A-Class power user.
But now, witnessing such a godlike battle scene with his own eyes, he realizes how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.
Against such monsters, a manpower strategy is but a suicidal farce.
Everyone hides behind their found shelters, gazing at those two figures in terror, hoping they stay as far away from them as possible.
They’re like the most efficient demolition teams.
The only difference being, demolition teams need jackhamrs and hydraulic hamrs to tear down buildings.
But these two monsters rely rely on their bodies.
In the ruins, steel bars twist, wall panels peel off
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