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Chapter 212: The Battle between "Devil" and "Ghost"
The factory shrouded in darkness was like a sleeping beast, quietly waiting for intruders.

Looking up, the criss-crossing pipes hang high above your head, like a huge cold steel net.

Moving his eyes downwards, he saw several corpses lying among the abandoned machinery piled on the ground.

Their limbs were twisted and their faces were terrified, as if silently telling of the brutal fight that had taken place here not long ago.

The wind blew in through the broken doors and windows, and a faint creaking sound could be heard.

A group of armed fighters surrounded them silently like a black tide.

They were dressed in pitch-black combat uniforms and equipped with advanced tactical masks on their heads. Only their eyes revealed a cold and eerie look.

The leading captain gave silent orders through hand gestures, and the team members quickly spread out in a fan shape, with uniform movements and well-trained behavior.

Deep in the darkness, Fang Cheng quietly lurked between several huge machines, his motionless figure blending in with the surrounding environment full of rust and oil.

His eyes were like stars in the cold night, flickering slightly, and his ears were like sophisticated radars, capturing even the slightest movement around him from all angles.

Suddenly, a barely audible sound of footsteps came into my ears, approaching this place.

As if a hunting mechanism was triggered, Fang Cheng instantly and accurately determined the enemy's position.

All the muscles in his body immediately began to move. He held the dagger in his hand upside down, with the tip of the blade facing downward, and the cold edge was hidden in his palm.

Then he followed the shadow of the machine silently and moved closer to the target step by step.

It's like a cheetah hiding in the dark, ready to pounce at any time.

Pfft!

With a slight sound, Fang Cheng moved as fast as lightning and slashed the enemy's throat with the dagger.

The sound of blood splattering echoed briefly in the silent workshop, and was quickly swallowed up by the darkness.

The team member opened his eyes wide and subconsciously covered his throat with his hands, trying to stop the blood from gushing out, but it was in vain.

Fang Cheng was quick to act and prevented him from falling and making any noise. Instead, he covered his mouth, carefully supported his shoulders, and gently laid him on the ground as if he was placing a fragile object.

The whole process went smoothly without any disturbance.

However, just as he finished dealing with the body, a beam of strong flashlight pierced through the darkness like a sword and shone directly towards his hiding place.

Immediately afterwards, "da da da", bullets whizzed in and hit the machinery and pipes, sparks flying from the collision of metal.

The surroundings suddenly became noisy, with gunshots, shouts, and commands from the walkie-talkie intertwined together.

The tranquil atmosphere that was deliberately created just now was suddenly and completely broken.

The entire workshop seemed to be in an uproar, with gunshots and flames blazing.

Amid the hail of bullets, Fang Cheng dodged left and right, climbing over obstacles and shuttling between the criss-crossing pipes.

Relying on the memory palace formed in his mind in advance and his familiarity with the workshop environment, he quickly moved to another set hunting position.

As he pressed against the cold, rusty fuselage, holding his breath, trying to blend himself into the darkness again.

However, he was keenly aware of footsteps around him, approaching from all directions.

The footsteps were steady and orderly, as if they had mastered some high-tech equipment or special methods to search for hidden targets.

Obviously, after the brief confrontation, the opponent quickly made effective tactical adjustments, forming a siege, intending to trap themselves in this area.

"In that case..."

A cold light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes. He clenched the dagger in his hand and swung it lightly, shaking off the blood beads.

The brain was working at high speed, quickly calculating the footsteps and breathing sounds coming from all around.

Soon, they roughly determined that there were thirteen enemies in the encirclement, and their respective positions and distances were different.

Having made the decision in his heart, Fang Cheng then crouched down, looking at the figures emerging from the darkness, ready to go.

Suddenly, he pushed his feet and his body shot out like an arrow, rushing towards the team member closest to him.

The man noticed the unusual movement, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was about to raise his hand to hold the gun.

Fang Cheng's figure had already lowered itself into his arms like a ghost, with the determination to kill. The five fingers of his left hand were like steel hooks, locking the opponent's finger that was pulling the trigger.

Then he twisted it with sudden force, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the finger bone broke.

Before the scream could even escape his throat, the dagger held tightly in Fang Cheng's right hand had already drawn a cold arc in the air and cut into the enemy's throat.

Blood spurted out instantly, and the warm blood splattered on the mask that looked as hideous as a demon.

The team member's eyes widened and his body instantly collapsed.

Almost at the same time, the other two team members on the left side had already heard the noise and rushed to support, even firing without hesitation while running.

Bang bang bang!
The bullet whizzed past Fang Cheng's side and hit the pipe next to him, splashing a string of sparks.

Fang Cheng's eyes were as calm as water. He reacted quickly and used the team member's body as a cover. At the same time, he grabbed the assault rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger decisively.

In an instant, the gun barrel roared, flames spewed out, and a fierce shootout broke out with the enemy.

Bang, bang!
The two bullets were aimed at the target in the Eagle Eye vision, and they flew along an accurate trajectory, striking the unprotected neck.

The two team members who were running and shooting fell forward uncontrollably and hit the concrete floor with a dull sound.

After the bullet was fired, Fang Cheng turned around without hesitation and pulled the trigger again without waiting to confirm that the target had been killed, firing another round of shots.

At this time, three team members formed a triangle and surrounded them from behind. Seeing this, they were so scared that they dodged quickly.

Taking advantage of the brief fire suppression, Fang Cheng threw away the assault rifle with the empty magazine, and without moving, he slipped into the gap in the pipe nearby like a loach.

He was light and nimble, jumping and shuttling between the pipes like a monkey.

Relying on his familiarity with the workshop environment, he circled around and reappeared above the heads of the three team members who were communicating on the walkie-talkie and searching for targets.

Fang Cheng, who was in a high position, took advantage of the moment when the enemy was changing magazines and launched a surprise attack like a god descending from the sky.

Using the momentum of the jump, Fang Cheng raised his right elbow high and smashed it hard on one of the men's heads.

With a dull "bang", the man's head was hit by a heavy hammer, and his mask and crown were shattered together. He died instantly without even making any sound.

The moment he landed, Fang Cheng lowered his body, and while the other two men hadn't reacted yet, he kicked them hard, breaking the tibia of one of them.

At the critical moment, he quickly dodged a volley of bullets fired from the side.

Then, with the help of "Lightning Dance" to accelerate, his left leg chopped out as swiftly as a battle axe, kicking the other team member who had fired the gun and the other pursuers who followed closely.

This kick carried deadly force, like a truck knocking a person away. While killing the target, it also blocked the sight and firepower of those who came later.

Fang Cheng did not give them a chance to breathe. He turned the dagger in his hand over and then rushed into the chaotic crowd like a flash of black lightning, engaging in close combat.

Amid the chaotic gunfire, tongues of flames erupted and cold light flashed.

Cut throats, stab chests, lock people up, break bones, seize guns, and fight back.

The action was done in one go, sending them to the west cleanly and neatly, and a large pool of blood immediately flowed on the ground.

Before he could stop to catch his breath for even half a second, he heard the footsteps of another pursuer approaching from behind.

Fang Cheng immediately turned around and once again fired to suppress the enemy while dodging and retreating, readjusting the rhythm of the attack.

In this way, they used the complex, maze-like terrain to constantly deal with these pursuers, using thundering methods to defeat and hunt them down one by one.

A few minutes later.

The smoke in the workshop dissipated and silence returned.

The faint moonlight filtered through the broken windows, vaguely illuminating a scene ravaged by war.

The machinery and equipment were covered with potholes, making it look even more dilapidated.

The pipes were peeling paint and riddled with bullet holes, exposing their rusty interior.

The bodies were scattered all over the place, and the scenes of death were all horrifying.

Some had their throats cut by sharp knives, with their skin and flesh turned inside out, looking hideous and terrifying.

Some had twisted limbs, obviously having been hit by heavy objects, with white broken bones protruding from the flesh.

The dark red blood had already gathered into a stream, flowing along the ground, emitting a pungent smell. The "sizzling" sound of electricity from the headset that had fallen without an owner was particularly harsh in the silence.

Click.

A pitch-black figure emerged from the darkness, stepped over the corpse, and crushed the headset.

The mask that resembled a demon appeared cold and ruthless, but the pupils behind the goggles faintly flashed red light.

One after another, prompt information about combat experience appeared before my eyes.

[Boxing experience +13]

[Sanda experience +15]

[Muay Thai experience +25]

[Jujutsu experience +20]

[Tai Chi experience +15]

[Sword Skills Experience +20]

[Gunmanship experience +25]

A breath of cold white air came out from the vent of the mask. Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked around.

No other figures appeared in the field of vision, as if all the enemies in this area had been eliminated.

"If the gunmen who appeared on the top floor of the workshop were all the personnel, then perhaps only..."

As he was thinking about it, Fang Cheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat and the hair on his arms stood up.

Without hesitation, he leapt sideways.

And just as Fang Cheng pounced, a flash of cold light appeared, as if it came out of nowhere, and suddenly passed by the place where he had just stood.

laugh!
With a sharp sound of tearing cloth, a cut was made on the clothes at the shoulder.

Fang Cheng rolled on the ground several meters away and quickly looked up at the attacker.

But there was no figure in sight, only a dagger floating in the air, flashing a cold luster in the faint moonlight.

It was as if a ghost was controlling it, exuding endless weirdness.

The dagger did not stop after missing the first strike, but moved closer again and stabbed straight at Fang Cheng's throat.

The movement was so fast, like a meteor in the dark night, leaving people no time to blink.

There was no room for Fang Cheng to breathe or react.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, Fang Cheng had no time to think carefully. He leaned back, twisted his waist and abdomen, and suddenly pushed the ground with his legs. The whole person slid out along the ground in an instant.

As he slid past a corpse, he grabbed the assault rifle that was thrown on the ground, and without even getting up, he opened fire in the direction of the dagger.

Da da da da da!
Bullets swept past like a swarm of bees, instantly illuminating a small area.

At the same time, it was also whizzing around, searching for enemies that might be hiding there.

However, apart from the bullets hitting the surrounding machinery and pipes, splashing a series of sparks and flying debris, no trace of the attacker was found.

Even the dagger disappeared out of thin air.

There were only a few bullets left in the rifle and they were quickly used up.

The surroundings became dark again, and the silence was suffocating.

But Fang Cheng could clearly feel that the danger was still lurking in some invisible corner, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my shoulder, accompanied by a slight tingling sensation.

After the clothes were torn, a thin line of dark red blood oozed out on the exposed muscles.

Fang Cheng glanced at it and his heart tightened.

This dagger can easily cut through the tough combat uniform fabric and leave wounds on the body, which shows that it is extremely sharp.

At this moment, a voice sounded faintly:
"You react pretty quickly."

The voice was cold, eerie, and a little teasing.

It echoed in the silent workshop, as if a ghost was really talking to him.

Fang Cheng instantly raised his spirits to the extreme, turned on his eagle vision, and swept his eyes like a torch towards the source of the sound.

Trying to find out the guy hiding in the dark and playing tricks.

However, apart from the dark outlines of various mechanical equipment in the workshop, there was no sign of anything else that looked slightly unusual.

The other party obviously possesses some extremely special abilities.

It seems that the body is integrated into the refraction of background light waves, thus achieving the effect of optical invisibility.

And like himself, it can suppress the sound of breathing and heartbeat, and can even eliminate the sound of footsteps and odor molecules emitted by the body when moving.

That's why he appears so elusive that even Fang Cheng finds it difficult to detect his true presence.

Just now, the opponent launched a sneak attack without any warning, and I was able to react in time and avoid the fatal move.

This is entirely due to the mental attribute of more than 40 points, which allows him to stimulate his sixth sense of danger.

The voice paused for a moment, then continued:

"But if this is the limit you can reach, I'm afraid you won't be able to do any harm to me."

Fang Cheng snorted coldly and responded: "Really? You can try again."

"Oh, do you have any hidden killer moves?"

The voice was joking, and it was obvious that the other party didn't care about Cheng's words.

Fang Cheng stared at the direction where the voice came from with a sharp gaze and said:

"You must be the commander of this team. Since I can kill all your members, it will be no problem for me to deal with you."

The owner of that voice was the ghost who was watching the battle in the monitoring room before.

He secretly directed the battle, deliberately waiting until Fang Cheng relaxed before launching a fatal attack.

Unfortunately, it was not as successful as expected.

Then, the ghost sneered, but was not angered by this. Instead, he asked in a deep voice:

"Since you dare to be an enemy of our Noah Organization, you should have some background. You are not just an unknown person, right?"

Fang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of disdain:
"The things your organization has done have angered heaven and people, and everyone has the right to punish you. As for my origins, you don't need to know. Anyway, you can't leave today."

The two of them were trash-talking each other, seemingly waiting for something.

Although Fang Cheng behaved very arrogantly at this moment, his mind was extremely calm. He magnified his five senses to the limit, intending to lock onto the enemy's trace.

After waiting for a while, the ghost saw that Fang Cheng was still full of energy, so he couldn't help but sneer:
"Next, the strength of my attack will double. I hope your skills are as tough as your mouth."

After he finished speaking, as his voice disappeared, his entire body seemed to disappear completely into the darkness, like a drop of water blending into ink, leaving no trace.

Fang Cheng only felt that he was surrounded by a strong sense of danger, as if a pair of invisible hands were slowly strangling his throat.

During this attack, the dagger in the opponent's hand also became invisible.

The threat lurking in the darkness is as elusive as a ghost.

However, Fang Cheng suddenly raised his eyes and stared in a certain direction.

Although an opponent can conceal his own scent, heartbeat, breathing and footsteps, it is difficult to conceal all the movements when launching an attack.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes became sharper, like a falcon locking onto its prey.

The air around him made an extremely subtle flowing sound, as if a string was gently plucked, creating ripples.

(End of this chapter)