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Chapter 214: The Superhero Wearing Red Underwear Outside
With a roar like thunder, Fang Cheng's muscles swelled rapidly.

The combat uniform, which had originally fit tightly to the body, could no longer withstand this brutal force.

Bang!
It instantly broke into countless black pieces of cloth and shot out in all directions.

Where Fang Cheng stood, dust suddenly rose up and flew all over the sky along with the pieces of clothing.

It was as if a tornado was howling and swirling around him, with an extremely terrifying momentum.

Seeing this, the ghost and the hooded man who were trapped from the front and back couldn't help but hold their breath, and their offensive was affected and paused for a moment.

After Fang Cheng's clothes were torn apart, the muscles in his arms, thighs, and torso were completely exposed.

Only a pair of red underwear was left, tightly wrapping the key parts.

The red skin kept rising and falling, as if there were several giant pythons swimming inside the body.

It was like a beast awakening from an ancient battlefield, exuding terrifying wildness and power.

The ghost's steps, which were originally as nimble as ghosts, now seemed to be nailed to the ground.

When his eyes met those fierce eyes, his heart skipped a beat and he instantly remembered the scene of being KOed before.

He immediately retreated decisively, hiding his true body, and only allowed a few split "phantom clones" to rush forward.

These clones can not only disrupt the enemy's vision and affect normal combat judgment.

It is also possible to compress the air to create an air wall-like effect, thereby hindering the target's attack and having a distraction effect.

This is one of the reasons why the "Phantom Clone" has a nearly real-life touch.

As long as you can temporarily restrict the opponent's movements, even for half a second will be enough.

His companion can fully exert his terrifying power and smash his head with one punch.

With this in mind, Ghost couldn't help but look expectantly at the hooded man who attacked his opponent from behind.

This muscular man, who is nearly two meters tall and weighs more than 300 kilograms, is one of the lucky few who survived that special experiment.

He also has the "transformation ability". In terms of muscle strength and body hardness, he should definitely crush this "dwarf" who is only about 1.8 meters tall.

At this time, the hooded man also realized that the threat index of his opponent had increased. His eyes widened like bells and he locked his eyes on the enemy.

While running at high speed and swinging his fist, his right arm seemed to expand wildly as if it were inflated.

Bang!
Almost at the same time, his arms burst through his sleeves, revealing his biceps that bulged like small hills.

This punch swung rapidly like a huge battering ram, accompanied by a violent wind, and smashed straight towards Fang Cheng.

Such a powerful attack would obviously break bones and tendons with just the slightest touch.

In an instant, the dagger tore through the air and the fist exploded with sonic waves, all attacking together with the intention of killing.

Faced with the deadly danger of being attacked from both sides, Fang Cheng's eyes showed no fear at all, but were instead filled with an extremely strong will to fight.

The body stands still, the waist is slightly sunken, and the right arm is retracted.

The heart was like a motor turned on at maximum power, pumping out large amounts of blood as hot as magma, rushing violently to every part of the body.

The right arm, which had expanded to the extreme, was bright red and hot, like a steam-driven mechanical arm.

Kara——

The joints twisted, and suddenly a series of frightening crisp sounds were heard.

In an instant, Fang Cheng finally moved!

Just when a heavy punch from behind was like a mountain pressing down on him, about to hit his head.

He pushed off the ground with his right foot and leaped forward.

The whole person suddenly jumped high up, and while flying in the air, he twisted his waist and hips, and the muscles, bones and joints all over the body were twisted together.

A tremendous force was injected into it, instantly penetrating the torso, passing to the shoulders, elbows, wrists, and finally to the clenched right fist.

It seems to have formed an indestructible steel chain.

Snapped!
As if with the sound of firecrackers being lit, Fang Cheng relied on his amazing body control to turn 180 degrees in the air.

The right arm also used the force of the rotation to deliver a devastating whip punch in the air, like a counterattack.

He suddenly swung at the hooded man who was attacking from behind with his fists.

Fang Cheng ignored the ghost who had become his defeated opponent.

When I magnified my five senses earlier, I had already noticed the hooded man lurking in the dark, exuding an aura similar to that of an experimental subject.

Therefore, Fang Cheng always placed his main target on this more dangerous enemy.

When using the Qilin Arm to charge an attack, you are waiting for the opponent to rush forward.

Then, in the domineering state, use the greatest explosive power and the most efficient method to kill the opponent in one move!

"Ho!"

The hooded man let out a low roar, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a violent machine that had gone berserk and out of control.

He had only one obsession, which was to rush forward regardless of everything and use his fist as big as a casserole to crack Fang Cheng's mask and smash his head.

The fist whistled past, lifting the hood and revealing an ugly face covered with scars.

The flesh on his face trembled violently as he exerted force, making him look even more hideous and terrifying.

At the same time, Fang Cheng, who had just turned around and punched in the air, had his back completely exposed to the ghost.

Those "phantom clones" seized the opportunity and pounced on his body like hungry wolves.

However, a strange scene appeared.

They seemed to have hit an invisible wall and were enveloped by the hot breath emanating from Fang Cheng's body. They instantly turned into water mist and dissipated into nothingness.

It did not stop him at all, nor could it affect his determination to fight.

Fang Cheng's eyes were like burning flames, hot and bright, and a feeling of excitement surged in his chest.

In this life-and-death duel, how could there be even the slightest hesitation or fear? !

Pong!
In the blink of an eye, the two muscular men collided violently like two rocks colliding at high speed.

The sturdy body of flesh and blood made a dull and shocking noise. The strong wind whistled through the empty workshop, raising a cloud of dust.

The hooded man's fist grazed Fang Cheng's mask, and the hard helmet shattered instantly, revealing Fang Cheng's cold and resolute true face.

Fang Cheng's extremely powerful turning and flying whip punch accurately hit the hooded man's neck.

There was a loud "click" and the crisp sound of a broken bone was heard.

After the hooded man was hit on the head, he fell uncontrollably to the side without even uttering a scream.

His body staggered a few steps, becoming crooked and the ferocious look on his face was completely replaced by pain and astonishment.

The scene of fighting with the experimental subject flashed through Fang Cheng's mind. Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes and he leaped forward.

While the hooded man was still standing, he swung his fist and continued to hit his opponent in the face, vowing to take off his head with a broken cervical vertebra.

Seeing this scene, the ghost hiding in the darkness stiffened a little.

After he realized what was happening, he immediately gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and stabbed Fang Cheng's muscular back with the dagger in his hand that was flashing with a cold light.

But when the tip of the knife touched the high-raised latissimus dorsi, it was like chiseling on a piece of steel plate, leaving only a shallow mark.

A physique of 41 points, an "iron bridge" that increases the hardness of the back by 100% when the muscles are tense, plus the blessing of the domineering state.

Fang Cheng's entire spine and back muscles became like a real piece of iron, so hard that it was just about to splash sparks.

The dagger in the ghost's hand was no longer so stable, the tip of the blade was trembling slightly, and his eyes reflected his inner panic.

He immediately changed his tactics, and the dagger, with a cold glow, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, turned to wipe towards Fang Cheng's neck.

puff!
Just as the blade was moving forward, Fang Cheng seemed to have eyes behind his head and directly grabbed the hand holding the dagger.

His five fingers were like iron pliers, firmly locking the blade, making it unable to move. A cruel smile appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Finally caught you, a flea!"

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his arms, pulled the ghost over and threw him to the ground.

The ghost's body was extremely flexible. While still in mid-air, it twisted rapidly a few times like a loach to offset the impact of the shoulder throw.

At the same time, the entire figure faded and disappeared in an instant, attempting to rely on the invisibility ability again to escape successfully.

How could Fang Cheng give him this opportunity? He held his wrist tightly with one hand and reached out with the other hand to grab his shoulder which disappeared into the air.

Then he quickly raised his right leg, bent his knee to a fatal angle, and slammed hard into the predicted enemy.

boom!
Along with the muffled sounds and screams in the air, the ghost's originally hidden figure suddenly reappeared, and the chest area was obviously sunken.

After a successful strike, Fang Cheng did not stop there. His left leg quickly replaced his right leg and he struck again with the same fierce knee strike. The speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

The ghost's body arched and his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make a complete sound because of the pain.

At this moment, he has become a lamb to be slaughtered, and has completely lost the ability to fight back using his phantom clone.

Fang Cheng did not rush to kill him, but simply used the enemy as a sandbag to practice his boxing skills.

Once, once, and again...

His legs worked like battering rams, and his series of knee strikes were as fast as a storm, constantly hitting his opponent.

Even though his domineering state had ended long ago, Fang Cheng still maintained his offensive posture, venting the uncontrollable murderous intent in his heart.

Each collision was carried with tremendous force, as if to completely shatter the opponent's bones and internal organs.

boom!
As the last knee strike landed, Ghost's entire body seemed to have all its bones and muscles sucked out, and he collapsed to the ground limply, without a trace of life left.

"call--"

Fang Cheng raised his head slightly and threw the enemy's body aside like a sack.

His chest heaved violently and he took deep breaths, trying to calm the blood and excitement still surging in his body after the fierce battle.

After a long time, the fanaticism in his eyes faded away, and his body and mind gradually calmed down.

Fang Cheng looked around and scanned the workshop sharply to see if there were any other fish that had slipped through the net.

When his sight fell on the hooded man, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I saw him lying on the ground with his body twisted. The fracture in his neck caused his head to tilt to one side, with bones exposed and flesh and blood all over the place.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and there was still a lingering look of unwillingness at being killed instantly. His body twitched and trembled from time to time, as if he was making his last struggle.

Fang Cheng strode over and stared down at the guy who looked like the experimental subject.

Once upon a time, facing an opponent as strong as a demon who could resist bullets with his body, one could only retreat and deal with him carefully.

Now, he was almost killed by just one punch from me.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it down fiercely.

boom!
The punch hit the hooded man's head, and his skull shattered even further.

The force was transferred to the concrete floor, and cracks spread out in all directions like a spider web.

Then, the unusually strong head fell off the body completely and rolled far away.

At this point, this thrilling fight came to an end.

Fang Cheng's tense muscles completely relaxed and he raised his hand to wipe the blood that splattered on his face.

When his fingers touched the warm and sticky liquid, he frowned slightly, then let out a soft breath, expelling the murderous intent that remained in his chest.

However, the bloody smell that permeated the workshop lingered for a long time.

There was silence all around, except for the moonlight that poured in through the window like water, covering the mess on the ground with a layer of silver gauze.

And right in the pool of blood, there was a faint flickering of cold light.

Fang Cheng looked carefully and found that it was the dagger dropped by the commander on the ground, so he walked over and bent down to pick it up.

Holding the handle wrapped with black shark skin, you can feel its extraordinaryness the moment you hold it.

The blade is long and narrow, with smooth lines, and there is no sense of stagnation from the tip to the handle.

The blade, forged from special fine steel, glowed coldly in the dim light, vaguely illuminating his eyes.

When I reached out to touch it, my fingertips felt as if they were scratched by icy spikes, and the chill instantly penetrated into my bones.

Fang Cheng gently stroked the blade, wiping off the fresh blood stains on it.

This dagger can easily cut through special combat uniforms made of cloth, and can also keep the blade intact during fierce close combat.

If it were placed in ancient times, it would definitely be called a magical weapon.

Thinking of this, he swung his hand casually, and the dagger drew a sharp arc in the air.

With a "whoosh", a sharp and subtle sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, as if it could split the air in front of it.

Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction and decided to keep it as a trophy.

But when he instinctively reached out to insert the dagger, he suddenly realized that he was now naked, wearing only a pair of underwear.

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly helplessly.

He raised his head and looked around. There seemed to be no suitable clothes to take off from the corpses on the ground to cover himself temporarily.

Before I could find a solution, I suddenly thought of a more difficult problem.

With so many corpses scattered throughout the factory, how can we deal with them?

While he was thinking, suddenly a gunshot was heard from the end of the corridor outside the workshop.

It seemed particularly abrupt in the late night when silence had returned.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat and he took a step forward without hesitation, running towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

When he quickly rushed to the door of the workshop, he saw Ma Donghe holding a rifle with smoke coming out of the muzzle.

In front of him, the Tyrannosaurus was half-kneeling on the ground, its body trembling and making indistinct sounds from its mouth.

He looked as if he had just been begging for mercy with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, he covered his chest tightly with both hands. The gaps between his fingers were already soaked with blood, and the bright red liquid still flowed out uncontrollably.

Finally, he leaned forward and fell to the ground helplessly, bidding farewell to this world unwillingly with his unfinished career of dominating the underworld of Dongdu.

"Ah Cheng..."

Ma Donghe turned his head to look at Xiang Fangcheng, a complicated expression flashed across his face, and there was also a hint of relief.

Fang Cheng didn't say much, but just nodded slightly at him to show his understanding.

Now that the Tyrannosaurus that was in hiding is dead, all the enemies present tonight should have been eliminated.

Then, Fang Cheng talked about the most urgent matter at the moment.

Ma Donghe thought about it and immediately said:
"I have several brothers who are being held captive in the office building. Let's work together to dump all the bodies into the well and treat them as garbage. That place is bottomless and I guarantee no one will find them."

Fang Cheng nodded in agreement. At worst, he could just use the "Eye of the Scavenger" to check again afterwards and remove the corresponding traces.

Then, he said bluntly:

"By the way, call Yingjun and ask him to drive over to pick us up and bring some clothes with him."

After hearing this, Ma Dong Hyuk realized belatedly that Fang Cheng was looking strange.

He was only wearing a pair of eye-catching red underwear, and his muscles were extremely toned, which seemed a bit absurd in this scene.

He was stunned at first, then he couldn't help but reveal a mischievous smile and said teasingly:
"Ah Cheng, your look is quite unique. Are you planning to change your career and become a superhero to save the world?"

(End of this chapter)