Even Big Bear lowered his body, letting out a heavy growl from his throat, his eyes fixed on Fang Chengâs throat, the vulnerable spot.
It seemed he could pounce at any moment to tear into the preyâs flesh.
The Masked Guest spoke in soft tones while observing Fang Chengâs reactions.
As an international mercenary who licks blood off the knifeâs edge year-round, he knew better than anyone.
Todayâs incident couldnât end peacefully because the opponent was clearly targeting him.
Rather than waiting passively to be attacked, itâs better to strike first.
Seeing his comrades in position, Fang Cheng seemed distracted by his words.
The smile in the Masked Guestâs eyes vanished instantly, his gaze turning fierce, abruptly shouting:
"Since we canât reach an agreement, then die!"
Before those words completely left his lips, he raised his hands high, fingers clenching together suddenly.
Boom!
A massive burst of Spiritual Telekinesis exploded like a flood.
Tons of construction debris, concrete fragments, broken steel bars, and sharp glass shards suspended mid-air were all swept into a visible Telekinesis vortex.
The vortex spun like a tornado out of nowhere, carrying a destructive roar, crashing down on Fang Cheng.
So fast was the rotation rate.
Those concrete fragments constantly pressured each other, giving off a tooth-grinding friction sound, ground gradually into powder.
In the blink of an eye, it formed a gray sandstorm, obscuring the night sky, and even the billboardâs pale light got completely swallowed.
The entire Roof Terrace plunged into chaotic darkness.
Enveloped in the stormâs center, Fang Cheng seemed thrown into an industrial sandblaster, enduring high-speed grinding from all directions, disappearing from sight.
"So strong!"
Fire Dragon watched in excitement, even the wound on his thigh stopped hurting.
The bossâs Telekinesis Storm was a unique skill.
Even a truck tossed in would be dismantled into parts within minutes.
Not to mention mere human flesh and blood.
That kid is definitely dead!
"Itâs over..."
Fatty Hu and Fei Ying felt a chill in their hearts, the terrifying wind pressure forcing them unable to open their eyes.
They could only raise their arms to protect their faces, struggling to maintain their balance in the strong wind.
Hiding behind the broken wall, Old Chen and Eagle Eye had pale faces, hearts sinking to the bottom.
This level of attack was beyond human capability to withstand.
Just when everyone thought Fang Cheng would be ground to pulp.
A golden light pierced through the chaotic darkness like a sword within the storm of construction ruins.
Then came a second, a third...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whooshâ
Countless dazzling golden beams rudely pierced the thick dust curtain, tearing the storm apart instantly.
At that moment, it was as if a blazing sun rose steadily at the stormâs center, illuminating the entire black Roof Terrace as bright as day.
Everyone squinted instinctively, raising their hands to block the blinding brilliance.
Vaguely, they saw a majestic figure like a God.
In the fast-spinning meat grinderâs center, Fang Cheng stood firmly.
The skin all over his body radiated a brilliant golden glow, as if coated in a layer of gold paint, emitting an awe-inspiring majesty.
The whistling steel bars and stones, upon reaching centimeters from his body, seemed to strike an insurmountable wall of sighs, relentlessly deflected by the pulsating golden light.
Ding ding clangâ
The dense impact sounds merged into one, bursting into dazzling sparks, yet not lifting the edge of his garment.
"Is this the extent of your attack power?"
Fang Chengâs voice was steady and strong, easily penetrating the wild gusts, carrying unabashed disdain:
"Iâm really a bit disappointed."
Before those words completely left his lips, he stomped his right foot hard.
Boom!
The cement ground beneath collapsed instantly into a two-meter-wide pit, spider web-like cracks frantically spreading.
Using this terrifying counter-force, Fang Chengâs entire being shot forward like a golden cannonball into the reverse-spinning storm.
Simultaneously, his right armâs muscles expanded rapidly, his sleeve tore with a cloth-rending scream, bursting into pieces.
A hand, thicker by several circles, muscles knotted and revealed in the air.
The skinâs surface emitted a burning red, white steam jetting out from pores.
The Kirin Arm, fully charged!
"Not good!"
The Masked Guest felt an overwhelming pressure crashing towards him.
The man before him didnât seem human, but rather a charging T-Rex.
Seeing the Telekinesis Storm couldnât stop the charge, cold sweat drenched the Masked Guestâs head, hastily withdrawing the storm.
He swung his hands in front, gathering and condensing spread-out Telekinesis into translucent walls of air to try to halt the enemyâs advance.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Three consecutive Telekinesis Walls shattered like glass under Fang Chengâs charge.
Fang Chengâs figure merely paused, his speed hardly reducing a bit.
The shadow of death loomed over him.
The Masked Guest clenched his teeth, pushing his spiritual power to the limit.
He completely abandoned the perimeter defense, gathering the remaining Spirit power into a palm-sized solid shield, blocking his chest.
Meanwhile, the clown mask on his face seemed to come alive.
The red pattern on it began to move, a scarlet energy flooding the shield, giving off a monstrous red glow.
Bang!
The fist enveloped in white steam struck heavily against the red shield.
An enormous shockwave spread from the two as the center toward the surroundings, raising clouds of dust.