But he changed his mind at the last moment; killing with one slash was too boring.

It’s better to first sever this kid’s tendons and muscles, toy with him for a while, and listen to his cries of despair—that’s more thrilling!

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were both entangled by their respective opponents, unable to spare any attention.

The three police academy students were forced to continually retreat, only able to watch helplessly as the military dagger approached Fang Cheng.

In their eyes, this young man who hadn’t even had time to draw his weapon would have his heart pierced in the next second, and blood would splatter on the spot.

At this moment, the viper had already rushed up to Fang Cheng’s face.

The sharp tip of the military dagger was less than ten centimeters from Fang Cheng’s chest.

The viper even seemed to smell the sweet and bloody scent of the spray in advance, his mouth involuntarily grinning to the fullest.

However, Fang Cheng still had his hands in his pockets, not even blinking an eye.

Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch the fabric of the uniform.

Fang Cheng’s right toe quietly shifted outward half an inch, his thigh muscles instantly bulged, tightening the loose trouser legs.

His waist suddenly exerted force, his spine recoiling like a dragon.

He finally pulled his right hand out of his pocket.

No gathering of power, no dodging, yet the movement was as fast as lightning.

Fang Cheng directly met the incoming sharp blade with a seemingly ordinary straight punch.

Boom!

The fist rubbed the air at high speed, causing a muffled sonic boom in the forest.

The finely forged steel triangular military dagger, upon intersecting with the peak of the fist, was directly smashed and bent by the violent force, sparking wildly.

Without losing momentum, Fang Cheng’s Iron Fist crushed destructively onto the viper’s chest.

Kacha—

The horrifying sound of bone breaking echoed across the clearing.

The viper’s chest caved in deeply, visible to the naked eye, and the back of his shirt burst open instantly.

He seemed to be hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck, feet leaving the ground, flying backwards.

His body, over six feet tall, streaked a residual shadow in mid-air, and slammed violently into a thick locust tree several meters away.

Wood chips flew, the thick trunk groaned in pain from the terrible impact, snapping in half and crashing down.

The viper slipped to the ground like a puddle of mud, blood oozing from his seven orifices, a massive blood hole torn open on his chest.

He didn’t even have time to convulse before he became a corpse.

The enormous commotion abruptly interrupted the entire clamorous battlefield.

The scene plunged into dead silence.

The sound of the wind rustling the leaves was clear.

Everyone’s movements froze stiff, as if they were nailed to their spots like stakes.

Just immersed in the fight, they hadn’t yet made a move, and their weapons hung awkwardly in mid-air.

A pair of eyes stared at the tree shattered by the impact and the bloody corpse beneath it with a ghostly expression.

Hou Peng swallowed hard, his heart full of shock.

Although he had long sensed the terrifying aura lurking within Fang Cheng,

Witnessing this visually impactful combat style twice in a row, he couldn’t help but feel his scalp go numb.

It’s not his fault.

Even though Ma Donghe was used to such scenes, he still couldn’t help but feel his blood boil with excitement.

As for the three police academy students, their eyes widened in disbelief, jaws about to hit the ground.

One punch to explode a meticulously trained top assassin? Plus breaking a huge tree?

Is this strength something a human can possess?

In the center of the battlefield, Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm.

Not even sparing a glance at the smashed viper, his left foot pushed hard against the leaf-covered mud.

Pa!

Mud splattered.

Fang Cheng’s figure left behind a residual shadow, appearing next to the gangster code-named "Evil Wolf" as if teleporting.

Evil Wolf was holding up a knife, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the besieged Ma Donghe, when he suddenly felt a chilling wind beside him.

Before he could turn his head, a large hand like steel clamps firmly gripped his neck.

Fang Cheng’s fingers exerted strength, his arm muscles bulging.

Evil Wolf’s feet left the ground, being single-handedly lifted into mid-air.

He stared wide-eyed in terror, struggling with his hands to pry Fang Cheng’s fingers, legs flailing in the air.

Fang Cheng looked at him, with no emotion in his eyes.

His wrist shook slightly.

Kaba!

The crisp sound of a neck fracture echoed.

Evil Wolf’s struggling movements froze instantly, his head drooping helplessly to the side, the vitality in his eyes rapidly dissipating.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the corpse into the nearby bushes as if he were discarding trash.

In less than ten seconds.

Two professional assassins, one with a chest burst open, the other with a neck fracture.

The deaths were extremely gruesome, swift and decisive.

"Gulp."

No one knew who heavily swallowed, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were the first to react.

Taking advantage of their opponents’ daze.

Ma Donghe roared and kicked Black Bull in the abdomen.

Hou Peng gripped his dagger and slit open a bloody gash on his opponent’s arm.

Even the three police academy students, rejuvenated in spirit, endured their pain and initiated a counterattack.

The seemingly one-sided situation was instantly reversed.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

The tall, thin man screamed in terror, his voice turning shrill.

He knew all too well the strength of Viper and Evil Wolf.

To crush them like chicks...

This seemingly gentle young man before him was definitely a monster in human skin, vastly stronger than himself.

The remaining five assassins gratefully scrambled back, regrouping around the tall, thin man.

Each one held their knives with trembling hands, fearfully staring at Fang Cheng, terrified that the Killing God would suddenly appear before them.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

One subordinate asked, his voice trembling.

The tall, thin man cursed internally.

How the hell would I know what to do?!

The originally decisive blood sacrifice plan was disrupted by such a freak.

Not only might the plan be ruined, whether they could leave this forest alive today was uncertain too.

Fang Cheng lightly flicked away the bloodstains on the back of his hand, stepping on fallen leaves as he slowly advanced a step.

Faced with this seemingly casual step, the five assassins opposite him recoiled in unison.

The tall, thin man was rapidly calculating an escape plan when he suddenly felt something off about the atmosphere.

He quickly turned around.

Only to find the area behind him empty; the five subordinates had shrunk back to his rear.

Leaving him alone to face the Killing God.

"Damn it, a bunch of useless cowards!"

The tall, thin man cursed furiously, his facial muscles twitching violently.

He quickly retreated two big steps, trying to blend in with his subordinates.

Wishing he was just an ordinary subordinate instead of the leader.

Watching this comical scene, Ma Donghe grinned broadly, unabashedly mocking them.

These guys were so arrogant earlier, now they’re as timid as quails.

Fang Cheng didn’t make another move, stopping five meters away from the tall, thin man, hands back in his pockets.

"Let’s talk?"

His tone remained calm, as if he hadn’t just killed people with his bare hands.

The tall, thin man steadied his rapidly palpitating heart, forcing out a smile uglier than crying:

"Bro, it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. We’re just passing by, no need for life and death. As long as you let us go, you name the terms."

Fang Cheng’s gaze lowered, focusing on the tall, thin man’s face:

"I’m not interested in negotiating terms for letting you go, but rather about the ancient civilization ruins."

The tall, thin man’s face changed instantly.

His eyes began to dodge, clenching his teeth and falling into silence.

Fang Cheng didn’t rush him, but lifted his right foot, stepping heavily on a protruding rock nearby.

Crack!

The basketball-sized rock disintegrated under his military boot into countless small pieces, sinking deep into the soil.

The violent force even transmitted through the ground, numbing the tall, thin man’s feet.

"I’ll talk!"

Cold sweat instantly soaked the tall, thin man’s back, his psychological defenses utterly collapsed.