It couldn’t hinder his steps, nor affect his determination to fight.
Fang Cheng’s eyes seemed like burning flames, hot and bright, with a surge of excitement welling up in his chest.
At such a life-and-death moment, how could there be any hindrance or hesitation?!
In the blink of an eye, two muscular men collided like two rocks crashing at high speed.
The strong bodies emitted a dull and shocking loud sound, with fierce wind howling through the empty workshop, stirring up dust.
The hooded man’s fist grazed Fang Cheng’s face mask, shattering the hard helmet instantly, revealing Fang Cheng’s grim and determined true face.
And Fang Cheng’s devastating spin airborne whip punch also struck accurately on the hooded man’s neck.
A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed with a "crack".
After the hooded man suffered the fierce blow, he couldn’t even let out a scream, his head uncontrollably tilted to one side.
His body staggered steps, swaying, with the previous ferocity on his face replaced completely by pain and shock.
Images of his initial battle with the Experimental Body flashed through Fang Cheng’s mind, instantly revealing a ferocious expression as he leaped forward.
Taking advantage of the hooded man’s still upright body, he swung the Iron Fist again towards the enemy’s face, determined to rip off the head with its broken neck.
Seeing this scene, Shadow hidden in the darkness became a bit stiff.
Once realizing, he gritted his teeth, bracing himself to charge forward, stabbing fiercely at Fang Cheng’s muscular bare back with a dagger shimmering with cold light in his hand.
But when the blade’s tip touched the bulging latissimus dorsi, it was like chiseling on a steel plate, merely leaving a shallow mark.
With a Constitution of 41, the "Iron Plate Bridge" increases the back’s hardness by 100% when muscles are tensed, combined with the Domineering Body state.
It made Fang Cheng’s entire spine and back muscles like a true iron plate, hard enough to almost spark fire.
Shadow’s hand holding the dagger was no longer stable, with the blade’s tip trembling slightly, reflecting a sense of panic in his eyes.
He immediately changed tactics, having the dagger with a glint of cold light, like a viper flicking its tongue, switch to slicing at Fang Cheng’s neck.
Just as the blade thrust forward, Fang Cheng seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, directly grabbing the hand holding the dagger.
His fingers like iron clamps, firmly locked the blade, rendering it immobile, with a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"Finally caught you, you little flea!"
As he spoke, his arm exerted force abruptly, pulling Shadow directly over and smashing him to the ground.
Shadow’s body was very flexible, twisting like an eel rapidly in mid-air to mitigate the impact of the over-the-shoulder throw.
Simultaneously, his entire figure instantly faded and disappeared, attempting to rely on his stealth ability to escape once more.
How could Fang Cheng give him this chance? One hand firmly gripped his wrist, while the other reached into empty air, grabbing his vanishing shoulder.
Then, his right leg quickly lifted, with the knee bent into a deadly angle, fiercely striking towards where he predicted the enemy’s body to be.
With the dull sound and scream in the air, Shadow’s previously hidden body reappeared instantly, with his chest clearly caved in.
Having hit the mark, Fang Cheng didn’t stop there, his left leg quickly taking over to follow up, another fierce knee strike smashed just as fast, leaving no time to react.
Shadow’s body arched, mouth wide open, but unable to make a complete sound due to the pain.
At this moment, he had indeed become a lamb destined for the slaughter, completely losing the ability to use his Phantom Avatar to counterattack.
Fang Cheng did not hurriedly kill him but instead used the enemy as a sandbag to practice his punches.
One hit, another hit, yet another hit...
Both legs like battering rams, continuously exerting force, a series of knee strikes fast as a storm, incessantly pounded the opponent.
Even though the Domineering Body state had long ended, Fang Cheng still maintained an attacking stance, venting the irrepressible killing intent in his heart.
Every strike carried the force of a thousand cats, as if intending to shatter every bone and organ of his opponent completely.
With the final knee strike landing, Shadow’s entire body seemed to have all its bones and tendons extracted, collapsing on the ground lifelessly.
Fang Cheng slightly tilted his head up, randomly tossing the enemy’s body aside like a broken sack.
His chest heaving violently, taking deep breaths, trying to calm the boiling blood and excitement still raging within after the battle.
After a long while, the fervor in his eyes faded, and his body and mind gradually became calm.
Fang Cheng surveyed his surroundings, sharply scanning the workshop to check for any remaining hidden enemies.
When his gaze landed on the hooded man, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He lay twisted on the ground, his neck broken, causing his head to tilt to one side, with bone splinters protruding and flesh a blur of blood.
At this moment, his eyes were wide open, with a lingering unwillingness to accept being swiftly killed, his body occasionally twitching and shivering as if making a final struggle.
Fang Cheng strode over, towering above to gaze at this guy who resembled the Experimental Body so much.
Once, in the face of such opponents who could physically withstand bullets, as powerful as demons, he could only retreat cautiously.
Now, he had almost taken its life with one punch.
Thinking of this, a chill flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes as he suddenly clenched his fist and struck down fiercely.
This punch landed on the hooded man’s head, shattering his skull further.
The force spread onto the cement ground, with cracks like cobwebs spreading in all directions.