Chapter 1045 - 519: Duel to the Death

Hearing the opponent’s words, Fang Cheng’s gaze behind the mask shifted slightly.

He pretended to be calm, then sneered coldly:

"Looks like my reputation is pretty big, even you know about me."

"If I’m not mistaken, your Ideal Land and the Noah Organization are basically in cahoots, doing a lot of shady business behind the scenes."

"No wonder the Noah East Capital Branch was obliterated, the Special Search Team chased the remnants for over a month to no avail."

"Surely you were secretly providing shelter during all of this?"

Fang Cheng stood tall, eyes sharply scanning the opponent, deliberately posing as though he was in control of the situation.

Ghost Scythe did not respond, merely staring hard at the ghastly white Evil Ghost Mask, eyes filled with uncertainty and suspicion.

As a member of Ideal Land, how could he not know about the notorious figure who had recently become famous in East Capital, single-handedly overthrowing the Noah Branch?

Information on "White Owl," this infamous monster, was not only detailed in the organization’s files.

But also due to his bloody feat of slaughtering hundreds, it attracted the interest of that esteemed individual.

Recently at a gathering, the organization discussed him, attempting to locate this person to recruit under Ideal Land’s banner.

Unexpectedly, he would encounter him at this moment, in this manner.

Ghost Scythe’s mind raced, his eyes gleaming slightly.

If the person before him truly is White Owl, everything made sense.

Why did he harbor such intense animosity towards the Noah Organization, targeting and annihilating them?

Why, after enduring a manhunt from the Special Search Team, did he now choose to cooperate with the authorities?

It turns out, it was all aimed at Ideal Land.

Moreover.

Two weeks ago, the man who killed Xuan Zhen in Tian Nan Province and disrupted the organization’s plan, his image and appearance perfectly matched.

Similarly engulfed in golden flames, similarly muscular, adept at resolving issues with fists and violence.

"I see..."

Ghost Scythe murmured to himself, finally connecting the chaotic clues in his mind.

He raised a hand to touch his left ear, fingertips grazed a spot of warm blood, recalling the shattering of the earpiece by a bullet.

At this moment, he realized.

"That shot earlier, you didn’t miss."

Ghost Scythe’s deep voice grew excited, his tone carrying the certainty of seeing through the truth:

"Your goal was merely to sever my connection with Night Owl."

"You want to conceal White Owl’s identity and moreover... the secret that the Special Search Team has long collaborated with White Owl in secret!"

This was definitely an earth-shattering scandal.

The authorities not only recruited this murderous demon, but even employed him to clean out underground forces, targeting the ’law-abiding’ Ideal Land.

If word got out, Chief Ling Shaofeng’s position might not be secure, surely facing impeachment.

It also completely aligns with the crazy dog Ling’s style.

Fang Cheng chuckled secretly upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, a mask he casually put on prompted the opponent to have a revelation.

He did not deny it, instead nodded slightly in agreement.

"Your perception is quite sharp."

Fang Cheng appeared calm, his tone carrying the bearing of someone in a superior position:

"How could I hope to settle one of the Black Shark Organization’s top three ace assassins, a key member of Ideal Land, with just a single bullet?"

"That would be disrespecting the enemy and, as the next generation, showing disrespect to a senior."

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

Crunch.

The pebbles beneath his feet were instantly crushed into fine powder.

Ghost Scythe’s heart skipped a beat, pupils contracted.

Not only did the opponent know he was an assassin of Black Shark, but he was also aware of his rank within the organization?

This evening’s operation was no accidental encounter; it was a meticulously planned hunt.

However, the roles of hunter and prey seemed to have reversed.

"To express my utmost respect..."

Fang Cheng’s voice, transmitted through the mask, appeared somewhat muffled, yet added a pressing feeling.

He twisted his neck, joints popping like thunder.

"I absolutely won’t hold back in the upcoming battle."

As he spoke, the ghastly mask seemed to come alive, completely merging with his stern face.

A substantial aura of hostility erupted from his center—a fierce vibe that could only be condensed after slaughtering countless lives.

At this moment, he was no longer a clerk of the Special Search Team, nor an assertive man trying to reason.

He was a ghost from Hell returning to the realm of humans, finally shedding his disguise.

"Between the two of us, we shall determine superiority and decide life and death."

"Decide life and death?"

Ghost Scythe laughed angrily, reaching for two lumps of gray clay from his waist toolbox.

Since each other’s secrets have been uncovered, there’s nothing to worry about.

Completely unleash and fight heartily!

"Great! Excellent! Since you’re White Owl, then you’re even more worth killing!"

His eyes turned bright red, and a cruel grin appeared on his face.

"Tonight either you die, or I perish!"

Speaking, he suddenly swung his hands, ten fingers quickly tapping in the air as if playing an invisible piano.

"C2, Roaming Thunder Spider Group!"

The clay he just grabbed instantly transformed into countless tiny gray particles scattered out.

In the air, these clays seemed injected with Life Energy, swiftly wriggling and stretching.

In the blink of an eye, they turned into hundreds of small, spider-shaped clay figures the size of a fingernail.

Rustle—

The creepy sound of crawling followed.

All of these Clay Spiders came alive.

Their abdomens flashed with dangerous red light, seemingly containing some terrifying energy.