In the flesh and blood lair, the four stood facing each other.
An invisible heatwave swept across the entire venue instantly.
The air seemed to distort from the high temperature, and the pervasive red glow flickered uncertainly.
The surrounding tentacles that were originally writhing emitted fearful screeches and shrank back into the flesh walls, as if encountering a natural enemy.
Fang Cheng stood with his feet apart, shoulder-width.
It was the most ordinary stance.
Yet at this moment, he seemed to be accumulating destructive power.
The flesh beneath his feet had been burned pitch black, emitting a sizzling sound like a hot iron brand.
In a view only he could see, a semi-transparent panel quietly appeared.
At the bottom of the panel, a skill that was originally gray was now rapidly flashing red.
It was as if unlocking some seal, releasing a massive power from deep within the body, the most primal essence.
If one were to introspect now, they would see the phenomena within the Dantian.
The once calm azure ocean was boiling violently, countless bubbles bubbling and surging upward.
And in the ocean’s depths, the dormant volcano had completely awakened.
Scorching magma broke through the crust’s confines, surging forth with unstoppable force, carrying endless energy.
This torrent of energy surged through the meridians, washing over every part of the body.
The lactic acid, metabolic waste, and other fatigue-causing "toxins" accumulated in battle were instantly vaporized and expelled.
The severe collisions causing muscular tears, organ bruising, and subtle obstructions were forcibly cleared and soothed, cleansed completely.
Even the crisscrossing wounds on the surface of the body halted their bleeding, scabbing over in the nourishment of this torrent.
New flesh sprouts frantically grew, allowing them to re-heal.
Such terrifying recovery speed had already surpassed the realm of biology, seemingly accelerating cell regeneration and repair thousands of times.
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But rather, a mighty force bursting from the essence of life, achieving a full blood revival in an instant.
"Potential Activation!"
Fang Cheng murmured softly.
This hidden skill, almost forgotten in a corner.
Aside from using it in the initial stages of fitness to challenge physical limits and speed up skill upgrade progress, he had hardly used it again.
It wasn’t that Fang Cheng didn’t value this skill, quite the opposite, he valued it exceptionally.
Through repeated practical applications, Fang Cheng had long realized the best use of this skill.
It’s not for post-workout recovery, nor for challenging physical limits.
But during battle, to initiate the second phase of "full blood, full defense, painless".
This was his ultimate trump card hidden in the bottom of the box!
An indescribable sense of exhilaration surged through his body like a tidal wave.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but let out a moan of satisfaction:
This scene completely shattered the hope of the three members of the Xiao Family.
"How is this possible!"
The young man’s eyes were full of disbelief: "You...weren’t you just putting on an act?"
This man had clearly seemed exhausted just now, how could he suddenly explode with such formidable presence.
Could it be, his fight with Minister Luo was actually effortless, and everything before was pretending to be weak to eat the strong?
Beside him, Xiao Ming watched Fang Cheng wearing the Evil Ghost Mask, his whole body bathed in flames.
He seemed to recall some terrifying legend, his neck shrinking, as he quietly retreated half a step.
The middle-aged man was equally solemn.
He stared at the tangible crimson-gold aura on Fang Cheng’s body, his thoughts racing.
What kind of rare special ability was this?
Or was the other party using some secret technique, burning his own vital energy at all costs?
Whichever it was, he could clearly feel it.
The other party’s body contained that fervent blood and energy like a furnace, with no falsity at all.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, a gloomy and dark aura quietly condensed in his palm.
Since the other party appeared to have recovered to peak state, he too must go all out.
After all, this was a strong opponent capable of pushing Luo Lie to desperation, not to be underestimated.
However, Fang Cheng’s transformation hadn’t ended.
A series of muffled sounds of muscle fibers rapidly swelling and stretching came from his back.
The skyrocketing aura unexpectedly surged again!
Just see Fang Cheng’s back muscles seemingly coming to life, beginning to exaggerate, swell, and reform.
The extremely compressed muscles, like steel cables suddenly freed from all restraints, unleashed their ferocious form.
The latissimus dorsi flared out, forming a demon’s broad cheeks.
The trapezius muscles rose high, constructing tightly locked brows.
The deep spinal groove transformed into a straight nose bridge.
Most heart-stopping, the infraspinatus and teres major on both sides of the scapula were forcibly stretched, forming twisted eye sockets.
And squeezed in between, the teres minor, usually hard to manifest in normal condition, now flushed with blood, bulged out intensely.
Suddenly forming a pair of fiercely expressive "Devil’s Eyes".
A vividly clear, seemingly silently weeping ghostly visage became alive and imprinted on his back!
"What...what is this?"
The young man was dumbfounded, muttering to himself:
"Could he be some sort of monster wearing human skin?"
The visual impact and oppressive force from that ghostly face felt like a heavy hammer smashing down on his heart.
Making him feel parched, his breath constrained.
The middle-aged man’s pupils contracted slightly.
He could feel, after unveiling the "Ghost Back", the opponent’s power surged once more.