The air inside the water plant was stifling and heavy, suffocatingly silent.

Abandoned equipment loomed like dormant steel beasts, and the intersecting pipes resembled coiled pythons.

In the depths of darkness, dim red lights gradually illuminated.

These were countless pairs of eyes with no warmth.

Whispers arose from all directions, piercing like insects gnawing on rusty metal.

It was as if they were communicating, or perhaps enraged by the prey’s insolent resistance.

Fang Cheng could not understand the syllables, but he clearly sensed the malice contained within.

The brief shock subsided, and an inexplicable excitement surged from deep within his heart.

Fang Cheng raised his arms, bent his legs slightly, and instinctively assumed a standard combat stance.

Then, his gaze locked onto that peculiar red light:

"Since you are so obstinate, bring it on!"

Before the words had finished, his legs suddenly exerted force.

With a crack, a piece of decayed wood beneath his feet shattered.

Using the recoil, Fang Cheng boldly charged into the darkness where the red light emerged.

His gaze quickly swept forward, fixing on the sharpest shrieking twisted shadow.

His waist and back muscles tensed instantly, attempting once more to throw a punch.

This time, it was as if his body forcibly awakened some ancient memory etched in his bones.

He distinctly felt a better understanding of how to exert force.

This was no longer mere muscle traction, but a perfect transmission of strength from the earth to the waist, then to the spine.

His right arm was like a bow just pulled taut, with the upper arm driving the lower arm, force accumulating layer by layer.

Right after, it shot out with a fierce burst!

Bang!

The air was torn by the sharp edge of the punch, emitting a subtle explosive sound.

Before the shadow had a chance to approach, it was swept by the ferocious punch, instantly bursting into a cloud of dissipating black mist.

Fang Cheng’s originally frail body now erupted with unmatched ferocity and brute strength.

Yet, despite the consecutive kills, these twisted creatures showed no fear.

More shadows emerged from ceiling beams and wall cracks, amassing into a pitch-black tide, attempting to engulf Fang Cheng completely.

The creatures emitted teeth-gritting shrieks, with countless red lights flickering wildly like ghostly fires.

Over a dozen shadows leapt from mid-air, landing on all fours and quickly crawling along the walls, like beasts made of smoke.

Fang Cheng’s face displayed no fear.

An unprecedented surge of fervent power filled every pore of his body, greedily expanding and contracting with each breath.

He glanced down at his formerly fair, slender arms.

At this moment, blue veins bulged under the skin, as if boiling liquid lava flowed beneath.

The intense contrast between his thin physique and overwhelming power brought him a sensation of breaking limits and mastering life and death.

Simultaneously, he suddenly understood the source of the previous nameless fury.

It was the extreme disgust for weakness, and the innate desire for pure violence!

Fang Cheng’s lips curled into a fervent arc, revealing gleaming white teeth.

The humiliation of being hunted like prey transformed into pure combat desire.

He charged headlong into the tide of approaching shadows.

A creature swung its sharp claw shadows down fiercely.

Fang Cheng advanced instead of retreating, lowering his upper body sharply, precisely evading the edge.

Using the downward momentum, he twisted his waist, his right fist launched upward like a cannonball.

Bang!

An extremely powerful uppercut crushed the creature’s jaw.

The black mist exploded at the punch’s edge, instantly dissipating into nothingness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Cheng pivoted his balance.

His left arm bent, harnessing the power of a waist twist.

A fierce spinning elbow smashed the approaching shadow from the side, breaking it cleanly in half.

With continual punches and strikes, his movements became faster and more fierce.

No need for thought, no need for hesitation.

All combat skills seemed innate, instinctively mastered.

Every joint, every inch of bone and muscle, seemed a conduit for violence.

Fang Cheng moved through gaps in the shadows, a lean youth now exuding a frightful pressure akin to the Boxing King.

He lightly tapped his left foot on the ground, performing a slip step to evade incoming claws.

At times, he sank his waist, delivering a forceful liver punch to the left target’s ribs.

Immediately following, utilizing the inertia from twisting his waist, his right leg swung up like a steel whip.

An aggressive high sweep kick instantly exploded the head of another creature leaping from mid-air.

A shadow attempted a side attack, extending ink-like tendrils, tightly wrapping around Fang Cheng’s ankle.

But in the moment the slime touched Fang Cheng’s skin, the shadow emitted a shriek more anguished than when struck by a punch.

"Hiss—"

The tendril felt as though pressed against a scorching furnace, instantly steaming with the stench of burnt smoke.

The creature recoiled as if electrocuted, its previously solid form scalded to tatters.

Seeing this, other shadows hesitated in their assault.

Their attitude towards Fang Cheng seemed no longer disdainful or jesting.

Their actions, devoid of reason, became hesitant, even subtly retreating.

It was as if they feared an awakened apex predator.

If someone stood beside him now, they would see Fang Cheng’s skin subtly emitting a faint golden glow.