It’s as if the target of the stab isn’t a body of flesh, but rather a rubber with great tenacity.
The Experimental Body roars and folds its arms, aiming to embrace the black shadow that assaulted it.
The shadow moves like the wind, instantly retreating with a flash step.
In the darkness, Fang Cheng’s eyes emit a red light, staring intently at the demon-like Experimental Body.
He notices that the opponent’s eyes, which had been damaged by gunfire, have been resealed by healed flesh, forming a protective membrane.
Bullets, unless they hit vulnerable spots, cause very limited damage.
The Butterfly Knife is similarly unable to pierce through the opponent’s armor-like robust muscular tissues.
As for using fists and feet, it’s clearly of no use against such a monster.
Fang Cheng hesitates for a moment.
Of course, he could choose to delay for a while longer, eluding his adversary and safely retreating from this place.
There’s an intense desire deep in his heart that makes him reluctant to give up on this extremely dangerous battle.
Facing such a formidable enemy he has never encountered before, how could he withdraw and admit defeat without giving his all!
As the thought flashes by, the red light in Fang Cheng’s eyes becomes more blazing, like flames burning furiously.
His whole body’s blood also heats up, bubbling to a boil.
He then grips the Butterfly Knife in his hand firmly, looking at the skill information that appears on the panel, deciding to give it a try.
[Sword Blade Storm, wield bladed weapons with the utmost Strength and speed to generate Blade Energy that is several times sharper than ordinary attacks, note that it requires significant physical and Spirit energy, use with caution]
Meanwhile, the Experimental Body lets out a furious roar, its towering and robust figure charging forward.
A glint of ferocity flashes in Fang Cheng’s eyes; this time he no longer continues to evade the enemy, silently invoking in his heart:
"Sword Blade Storm, activate!"
Just as the enemy pounces towards him, Fang Cheng also instantly pushes his bodily functions to the limit.
Bending down and exerting force from his legs, he faces the oncoming attack with a Knife strike.
At that moment, a scorching energy seems to surge out from inside Fang Cheng, adhering to the Butterfly Knife.
This strike, seemingly unremarkable, leaves a trail of blood-red in the cold, dark air!
Sensing some kind of danger, the Experimental Body extends its huge palm, directly reaching for the Butterfly Knife slicing towards its throat.
Based on the strength of its muscles and bones, its hands are its strongest weapons, immune to conventional firearms, let alone cold weapons .
As the Experimental Body’s palm grasps Fang Cheng’s blade, a crisp sound of slicing echoes.
Like a sharp blade tearing through leather, breaking decayed branches, charging unstoppable like a hot knife through butter.
The palm of the Experimental Body’s right hand, along with its five fingers, is cleanly severed at the root, falling to the ground.
Feeling the intense pain from the severed palm, the Experimental Body lets out a piercing howl once again.
Immediately afterward, it swings its other hand, slamming viciously towards the cause of its own injury.
With a "bang", the nearby cargo container immediately dents inward.
Fang Cheng sidesteps the attack, steadies himself, and takes a deep breath.
He can feel that this seemingly simple Blade Technique attack has drained a lot of his energy.
It’s as if half the Strength stored within his body has been scooped out.
Watching the Experimental Body’s severed palm, the flesh writhes and the bleeding stops at a visible rate, repairing the wound.
Fang Cheng can’t help but become more excited, his pupils flickering with a red light akin to flames, hinting at madness.
If one cut can’t finish you, then several more will.
First, I’ll cut off both your hands to rob you of your weapons of violence.
Then I’ll sever your neck, so you can no longer howl.
If that’s still not enough, I’ll dismember you piece by piece!
Let me see if you’re truly the monstrous demon of legends!
The cold night sky, with ice and rain drifting down.
Across from Dongdu Port, the silhouettes of tall buildings loom faintly visible in the night.
Whirr whirr whirr————
Accompanied by the sound of rotating blades growing louder, a silver-painted armed helicopter with flashing red lights flies towards the port side.