Even the dagger disappeared into thin air.
There were only a few bullets left in the rifle, which were soon spent.
The surrounding darkness returned, so silent it was suffocating.
Yet Fang Cheng could clearly feel the danger still lurking like a shadow, hiding in some unseen corner, waiting to strike.
Suddenly, a chill came over his shoulder, accompanied by a faint tingling sensation.
His clothes were torn, revealing a fine dark red line of blood seeping from his exposed muscle.
Fang Cheng glanced at it, his heart involuntarily tightened.
This dagger could so easily cut through the tough combat suit fabric and leave a wound on him, its sharpness was extraordinary.
At this moment, a voice eerily sounded:
"Your reactions are quite fast."
The voice was cold, eerie, with a hint of mockery.
It echoed in the deathly still workshop, as if a ghost were speaking.
Fang Cheng immediately heightened his spirit to the extreme, activating Eagle Eye Vision, his gaze like a torch sweeping towards the source of the voice.
Attempting to root out the impostor hiding in the darkness.
However, apart from the pitch-black silhouettes of various mechanical devices, he found nothing unusual inside the workshop.
The opponent clearly possessed some extremely special ability.
Perhaps integrating their body into the background lightwave refraction, achieving optical invisibility.
And, like Fang Cheng, they could suppress their breathing, heartbeat, and even eliminate footsteps and scent molecules when moving.
That’s why they seemed so elusive, making it difficult for Fang Cheng to detect their true presence.
Earlier, the reason he was able to become alert just in time at the moment the opponent launched a surprise attack without warning.
Was entirely due to his Spirit Attribute exceeding 40 points, triggering a sixth sense against danger.
The voice paused briefly, then continued:
"If this is all you can do, I’m afraid you won’t be able to harm me."
Fang Cheng snorted coldly and replied, "Is that so? You can try again."
"Oh, do you have some hidden, lethal move?"
The voice was mocking, clearly indifferent to Fang Cheng’s words.
Fang Cheng’s eyes were sharp, tightly locking onto the direction from which the voice came, he said:
"You’re the commander of this team, aren’t you? Since I could kill all your men, dealing with you is naturally not a problem."
The owner of that voice was Shadow, who had been watching in the monitoring room earlier.
He then gave a cold laugh, but wasn’t angered by it, instead asked in a deep voice:
"Dare to go against our organization, who exactly are you? Surely not just some nobody?"
Fang Cheng’s lips curled with a slight disdain:
"The things your organization has done are abominable, deserving the wrath of heaven and extermination by all. As for who I am, you don’t need to know, because today you won’t escape."
The two exchanged trash talk, seemingly both waiting for something.
At this moment, Fang Cheng calmed his mind, expanding his sensory perception to the extreme, intending to lock onto the enemy’s trace.
After waiting a moment, Shadow, seeing Fang Cheng still lively as ever, couldn’t help but say:
"Next, my attack will be more intense, hope your skills are as firm as your words.
As he finished speaking, the voice vanished, and the whole person seemed to completely fade into the darkness, like a drop merging into ink, leaving no trace.
Fang Cheng only felt a strong aura of danger surrounding him, as if an invisible hand was slowly closing around his throat.
This time, the opponent’s dagger was also invisible, the threat hidden in the darkness as elusive as a ghost.
But Fang Cheng suddenly raised his eyes, staring intently in a certain direction.
Though the opponent could mask their scent, heartbeat, and breathing, it was challenging to conceal all the sounds of their movements.
With that in mind, his gaze became sharper, like a hawk locking onto its prey.
The surrounding air seemed to emit a nearly imperceptible ripple, like a string lightly plucked, producing waves of ripples.