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Chapter 204: Crushing Tiger Fist

"By taking blood samples and accurately testing the RC cell count, this method of identification is clear and suitable for when there are suspected targets or when checking specific areas."

"Even for those predators that have just awakened and have not yet shown any signs of mutation, the special search team can rely on this key method to identify potential dangerous elements in advance and then conduct surveillance in an orderly manner."

After listening to the three identification methods described by the Smiling Devil, Fang Cheng had a rough idea in his mind, and asked curiously:
"Have you never been found to be abnormal since you were a child?"

"hehe."

The Smiling Devil had his signature smile on his face, and he didn't answer the question, but just chatted casually:

"It's easy to hide from their eyes and ears. Try to avoid getting hurt or bleeding, and stay away from activities that require blood tests."

"If you have to participate due to special circumstances, prepare blood samples from ordinary people in advance and you can replace them at any time."

He raised his chin slightly, paused halfway through his speech, and stared at Fang Cheng with a gleam of interest in his eyes:

"Now I'm quite curious, after being targeted by the special search team, how do you plan to avoid their search? You know, those hounds will not easily let go of any clues."

Fang Cheng's face was calm, and he replied slowly:

"Don't bother you to worry about that. The blockade of the building where I live has been lifted, and their clues will be completely cut off there."

"Oh?"

When the Smiling Demon heard this, a look of disappointment seemed to appear on his face.

He shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that I don't need to show my skills to help you this time..."

There was a hint of reluctance in his words, as if he had missed a good show.

"Although I didn't trouble you this time, I will remember your care and thank you."

Fang Cheng bowed slightly politely, then looked at the other party and changed the subject:
"Oh, there's something you may not know. A few days ago, Jiang Chen had a head-on conflict with the army. The exchange of fire was quite intense. In the end, he was hit by a missile and exploded into pieces."

"You mean, the hospital riot that was reported on the news recently?"

The smile that was originally hanging on the corner of the smiling devil's mouth froze instantly, a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and he was obviously stunned for a moment.

But he quickly came to his senses and snorted coldly:
"I have long suspected that what happened in the hospital was planned by that old ghost."

As he spoke, his thoughts turned, his eyes became more thoughtful, and he muttered to himself:

"No... that old ghost will never die so easily. As long as his soul has not dissipated, it will be difficult for him to die completely..."

"Maybe he has left himself a backup plan, a trump card to revive himself. Even if his new body is destroyed, he can still use evil magic such as consciousness transfer to change his body and come back again."

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement with his suspicion:
"I thought so too, so I came here to give you a heads-up so that you can be prepared."

The smiling demon narrowed his eyes, his eyes were getting colder, and he continued to think in a low voice:
"Since the old ghost hasn't found me yet, he must be very weak at this moment. Maybe he's possessed by an ordinary person."

"Unfortunately, there is no way to find his trace immediately..."

While he was thinking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Cheng with a sincere expression:

"Thank you for telling me this important news..."

Fang Cheng's eyes remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he replied in a slightly comforting tone:

"It doesn't matter if we can't find him for the time being. I think with Jiang Chen's temperament, he should take the initiative to show up and look for you. If that happens, I will definitely come forward to help you, and we will work together to completely destroy him."

Upon hearing this, the Smiling Demon nodded slightly and expressed his gratitude again.

Fang Cheng smiled casually:
"Then let's say goodbye for now. Let me know if you have any news."

After saying that, he waved his hand elegantly. The moment his arm was raised, his figure flew away like countless flickering sparks and disappeared little by little in the dark room.

The Smiling Demon stared at the retreating shadow, his brows furrowed, still pondering what he had just said.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and came to his senses.

It was Fang Cheng who took the initiative to come to him and seek help.

How come I suddenly feel like I need the other person's help?

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Old factory street, tube-shaped buildings.

In the bedroom, Fang Cheng opened his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Instead of turning on the light, he continued to think in the dark.

There was still a burst of noise coming from outside the window, which was the unique fireworks sonata of urban life.

The two worlds seemed to be separated by a window.

Perhaps because he had witnessed too many horrific scenes that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, Fang Cheng's character had quietly transformed without him noticing, giving rise to subtle changes.

It was as if I had completely adapted to being in the darkness and even began to enjoy the feeling of hiding in the darkness.

After all, here you can take off all disguises and have the peace that belongs to you alone.

"I'm becoming more and more like a monster..."

Fang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly and he chuckled, breaking the silence in the room.

The haziness in his eyes was instantly replaced by a brightness, and the flashing light was full of confidence and determination.

Whether in darkness or light, it is always your own will and fist that control your destiny, not the mercy and compassion of others.

"Then, let's continue practicing our skills and improving our own strength..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself and then stood up.

During the Chinese New Year, there are so many chores at home that it may be difficult to find time to exercise without being disturbed.

Therefore, we must seize every minute and take advantage of this rare free time to train our bodies vigorously.

Inside the house, the curtains were tightly closed, making it airtight. The thick, inky darkness seemed to be weighing heavily on the room as if it had substance.

On the streets, the noise was like a surging tide, coming in wave after wave without mercy.

The stall owners of the night snack stalls shouted at the top of their lungs, enthusiastically soliciting customers, pots and pans clinked happily, and the food rolled enthusiastically amid the fireworks.

The laughter and playfulness of young people and the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking interweave into a melody full of the breath of life.

The Spring Festival is approaching, students are on holiday, and the working class stops their busy pace for the year. Everyone is enjoying the rare leisure time.

The hustle and bustle downstairs forms a sharp contrast with the loneliness and quietness inside the house, as if they are two completely different worlds.

Click.

A tape was inserted into the Walkman, and then the lid was closed, making a switch closing sound.

rustling --

Following the faint sound of the tape spinning at a constant speed, Fang Cheng released the button.

The soft melody suddenly flowed out like a lively stream, winding through the darkness.

Then, the familiar lyrics gently floated into Fang Cheng's ears:

"Hello, darkness, my old friend, I come to chat with you again..."

This song "The Sound of Silence" carries too many memories of Fang Cheng's student days.

During his school days, he always immersed himself in this melodious tune, burying his head in books, studying hard.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, full of expectations. Every time he listened, he seemed to step into a quiet and peaceful state of mind.

At this moment, in this small, cramped and dark bedroom.

Fang Cheng slowly opened his arms and enjoyed this unique atmosphere.

It seems as if he wants to embrace the endless night, letting the darkness swallow his lonely figure bit by bit.

At the same time, a terrifying and hideous monster appeared before his eyes.

The monster had a bony body, with protruding bone spurs protruding from its body. They were cold and sharp, as if they could easily tear apart anything that stood in their way.

Its eye sockets were sunken, with dark green ghost fire flickering in them, just like a demon from the Netherworld, revealing endless gloom and chill. Just by staring at it like this, one could truly feel a huge pressure like a tidal wave surging over one's heart.

Fang Cheng looked at it calmly and fearlessly, and suddenly clenched his fists and placed them on both sides of his chest.

Then he raised his hands and took a hug, then stepped forward.

With a "pop" sound, the steps were crisp and powerful.

The whole person instantly entered a combat state, like a tiger about to attack, exuding murderous aura, as if he regarded this horrible monster as his prey.

The next second, Fang Cheng suddenly bent his left leg at the knee, straightened his foot, and exerted force forward, sending out a straight kick.

The air was hit by this rapid force and made a loud "pop" sound, kicking away the bone spur that was like a long whip in front of him.

After the body is firmly standing on the ground, the right foot quickly follows, driving the left leg to sweep out like an iron rod, the toes brushing the ground, and the strong wind continues.

This move is a low sweep forward, and it is extremely clean and powerful. If it hits the target, one of the legs will be broken.

It’s either the opponent or yourself!
Afterwards, Fang Cheng quickly dived down again, bent his right elbow and raised it up, like a sharp spear, striking the enemy directly.

Try to use a stealth elbow to pierce the target's throat, or directly smash the monster's grinning jaw.

Fang Cheng's eyes were wide open, like a ferocious beast choosing its prey in the dark night, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Without pausing for even half a second, his legs suddenly jumped high as if they were equipped with powerful springs, and he bent his left knee and launched an even more ferocious flying knee strike.

The knee was like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying a tremendous force and rushing forward.

The indomitable and desperate momentum seemed to smash all obstacles along the way into pieces, and the air seemed to be torn open by this fierce blow.

With a loud "bang", the monster was knocked away like a kite with a broken string, and fell on the wall, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

Fang Cheng landed steadily. The moment his feet touched the ground, he was as light as a feather and did not move at all.

The whole person's upper body is straight and the shoulders are sunken, showing an excellent body posture, which is a manifestation of strength surging and gathering in the body.

The special search team's rigorous pursuit, Jiang Chen's mysterious threat, and the secret surveillance by the Red Tiger Gang and the Noah Organization are like stones weighing heavily on my heart.

But Fang Cheng's will has never wavered in the slightest.

I know that only by making myself strong enough can I find a way out of this thorny predicament.

As for how to improve one's own strength as quickly as possible, it is nothing more than upgrading skill levels.

The Muay Thai technique that Fang Cheng is practicing now is not a fighting technique for the ring, but a more pure life-and-death killing move.

When he was a sparring partner in the club, he met a Muay Thai fighter who came to Xiaguo from Southeast Asia to compete.

When they were practicing against each other, Fang Cheng's extraordinary physical fitness and ability to withstand blows made his opponents, who boasted of their bodies being as hard as iron, admire him.

Afterwards, the Thai boxer demonstrated this boxing technique called "Tiger Crushing Fist".

It is believed that with Fang Cheng's amazing talent, he will be able to bring out the maximum power of this boxing style.

Broken Tiger Fist, also known as "Bone Fist", as the name suggests is good at elbow strikes, knee strikes and joint techniques, using bones to fight the opponent head-on, and pays special attention to the training of hard skills.

This set of fighting techniques was honed through the trials and tribulations of black market boxing matches in Southeast Asia. It deeply absorbs the toughness and essence of ancient Muay Thai, and displays its ferocity and sharpness to the fullest.

In actual combat, every move is packed with the ruthlessness of burning the boats and crossing the river, as ruthless as a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, showing the determination to fight to the death.

When the boxer performs his moves, he can make his fists, legs, elbows and knees as hard as steel, making his opponent afraid before the fight even begins and being defeated as soon as the fight begins.

Of course, this kind of boxing is too fierce and barbaric and cannot be performed on stage.

The reason why the Muay Thai fighter taught Fang Cheng might just be a whim.

Fang Cheng, however, kept it firmly in mind and practiced diligently.

Because the enemies he has to face are not ordinary people, they can even be said to be a group of monsters and demons.

"When the flashing neon lights hurt my eyes and the light cuts through the night sky..."

"Silence spreads like a cancer. Listen carefully. I can teach you. Take the hand I extend to you..."

On the desk, the tape of the Walkman was turning quietly, and the song was slowly flowing in the silent room.

Accompanied by the melodious and rhythmic beat of the music, Fang Cheng was completely immersed in the air-strike practice.

A few rays of neon light squeezed in through the gaps in the tightly closed curtains.

With the psychedelic colors unique to city nights, the red is as hot as fire and the blue is as cold as ice.

It barely outlined the outline of the room, and also outlined a figure who was in a stance and practicing boxing diligently.

Fang Cheng stared straight ahead, his eyes focused and blazing, as if there were really powerful opponents in front of him that he needed to defeat.

Every punch, kick, elbow and knee was so fierce and powerful that it seemed as if the air could be torn apart wherever the strong wind reached.

Kick forward, step forward and low sweep, sneak elbow, high sweep sniper, leap and fly knee, back hand swing punch, fly and hit elbow, pull arm and hit elbow...

He immersed himself in the battlefield of killing enemies with Muay Thai and practiced tirelessly.

One hour passed, two hours slipped away, and three hours passed quietly.

Before I knew it, it was already early morning.

But Fang Cheng had no intention of stopping.

The streets outside the window had already become silent, and darkness had engulfed the entire city.

The temperature gradually dropped, the chill seeped in quietly, and silence enveloped the surroundings.

The hot blood in Fang Cheng's body was surging like a burning fire, dispelling the coldness around his body and driving his fists and feet to swing out powerfully again and again.

Then, I don’t know how much time passed.

The night gradually faded and the dawn began to appear faintly in the sky.

A hint of paleness appeared in the sky, as if a hole had been torn in this dark world.

Fang Cheng was still punching, kicking, elbowing and kneeing, and his moves were becoming more and more skillful and precise.

The strong and powerful arms cut through the air, causing a whistling sound.

Every movement was carried out with an unstoppable momentum of determination, as if to crush all obstacles in this small space.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning is like a golden thread, shining through the gap in the curtains and quietly falling on the sweaty face.

Those crystal beads of sweat reflected the morning light, shining brightly.

"call……"

Fang Cheng let out a long sigh, stopped what he was doing, and looked at the alarm clock.

The hands on the dial clearly showed that it was already half past six in the morning.

This time, I practiced for more than 10 hours.

After such a long period of high-intensity exercise, an ordinary person would have collapsed to the ground.

Fang Cheng also felt a strong sense of fatigue.

But his eyes were like burning coals, without even a hint of tiredness from staying up late.

Only the full fighting spirit is still burning, dispelling the chill in the winter morning.

A light blue screen appeared in the field of vision.

【Muay Thai level 1 (239/250)】

Fang Cheng's mouth corners slightly raised.

“It’s finally about to be upgraded!”

His eyes immediately became more determined, and he whispered to himself:
"Then work harder and keep practicing!"

The words were powerful, echoing in the silent and bright room, sounding the clarion call for a new round of battle.

(End of this chapter)