Chapter 1282: Chapter 622: The Real Battle Begins

"That’s it?"

Ma Donghe forced himself to bear the pain from his broken leg, his bloodied mouth curving into a sneer:

"I thought you were some great figure, able to shake heaven and earth, but turns out you’re just a weakling who can’t take a punch."

Hou Peng swallowed hard, glancing at the crater on the ground, then at the distant ruins.

Though he remained silent, his violently twitching ears betrayed the shock within him.

Fang Cheng’s punch was so powerful, it was almost like something out of a primary artillery shell.

Yet, Fang Cheng did not withdraw his fist.

He slowly straightened up, his deep eyes narrowing slightly, staring at the swirling dust far away.

Fang Cheng knew very well the power behind that punch.

After six seconds of charging through the Kirin Arm, even a heavy infantry vehicle parked there would have its thick steel plates smashed through.

However, at the moment his punch connected with the man’s arm, Fang Cheng felt an extraordinarily strange resistance.

It wasn’t the toughness from human bones and muscles, but more like slamming into a layer of highly elastic high-density memory alloy.

The dust gradually settled, and the forest returned to silence.

In the pile of shattered rocks, the Masked Man hadn’t become a pool of flesh as everyone expected.

"Crack... crack..."

A spine-chilling mechanical grinding sound, mixed with the eerie noise of flesh tearing, emanated from the ruins.

The Masked Man hunched over, slowly standing up from the rubble.

His exquisite black trench coat had been reduced to strips under the violent collision.

He hung his two broken arms loose, while a rhombus-shaped crystal device originally hidden under his clothes now burst forth with a dazzling, ghostly blue light.

"You’ve... really angered me."

The Masked Man’s voice was no longer that contrived, synthesized tone, but transformed into a hysterical roar.

Like two pieces of cast iron grinding against each other, it made one’s skin crawl.

"Rip!"

The center of the rhombus-shaped crystal device suddenly cracked open.

Countless dark blue biological metal conduits, resembling deep-sea octopus tentacles, frantically spewed out from the device.

They acted like living parasites, viciously burrowing into the Masked Man’s flesh through his chest.

"Arghhh—"

The Masked Man tilted his head back, unleashing a shout filled with both pain and rage.

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The dark blue conduits spread rapidly and intertwined over his body.

What was human skin was torn apart, replaced by layers of insect-like high-strength biological armor.

Muscle fibers and metal conduits intertwined and proliferated, even forcibly elevating his stature to over two meters.

The bones in his arms, broken by Fang Cheng, gave a crisp "crack" under the forced correction by the biological metal, instantly healing.

Furthermore, ghostly blue high-frequency bone blades, half a meter long, extended from the outer sides of his forearms.

"Boom!"

A powerful energy wave erupted from within him, the rhombus core on his chest blossoming light, resembling a beating heart.

Each flash accompanied an intense electric arc, surrounding his entire body.

The bronze mask on the Masked Man’s face mutated under the biological armor, and a sharp horn extended from his forehead.

Four narrow cooling vents split open on his back, spewing scorching white steam.

The extended wing-like exoskeletons slightly trembled, resembling fluttering wings.

In the swirling air currents, the Masked Man’s feet slowly lifted off the ground.

Suspended in mid-air, the rhombus core on his chest emitted a low-frequency rumble, with ghostly blue electric light forming a twisted magnetic field around him.

He had completely transcended the human form, turning into a killing machine clad in exoskeleton armor.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were stunned, their Adam’s apples bobbing up and down with difficulty.

What on earth is this thing?

Grey Eagle’s legs gave way, causing him to fall into the muddy ground, unable to even hold onto his gun properly.

Everything that happened tonight completely overturned his world view.

He had just seen a man use his fists to obliterate a mutated monster and withstand high-dimensional radiation like a muscle-bound brute.

Now, he witnessed a living being transform into a biochemically armored madman right before his eyes.

"Strong Breeding Armor?"

Fang Cheng looked up at the monster surrounded by electric light in mid-air, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He recalled a certain Senior Investigator from the Special Search Team he once encountered, who also wore similar Biological Armor, stirring a slight emotion in his heart.

He withdrew his right hand, which had just delivered a punch, and casually shook it twice, then a smile of interest appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting."

Fang Cheng murmured softly.

He then slightly spread his legs and clenched his fists.

A golden flame, even more violent and intense than before, began to surge crazily beneath his skin.

"Let me see how many punches you, the transformed Masked Man, can withstand."

The Masked Man looked down at Fang Cheng from above.

The diamond-shaped core on his chest emitted a deep hum, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

"Foolish scum, today I’ll show you the ultimate power of Life Evolution!"

Before he finished speaking, the diamond Crystal Core on his chest suddenly lit up with a dazzling blue light.

Like an energy pump operating in overdrive, it frantically accumulated destructive high-pressure energy.

He suddenly raised his right arm, and the High-frequency Bone Blade extending from his forearm pointed directly at Fang Cheng.

Without any preparatory movements needed, the violent energy from the Crystal Core instantly conducted through the biological conduits beneath the armor to the tip of the bone blade.

"Crack!"

A barrel-thick bolt of violent lightning, like a thunder snake tearing through the night, instantly spanned dozens of meters.

Fang Cheng’s neural reflexes were extremely swift, and his pupils instantly captured the trajectory of the electric light explosion.

But at such an extreme distance, the muscle contraction speed of a carbon-based life form can never be faster than real lightning.

"Boom!"

The dazzling blue-white light instantly engulfed Fang Cheng’s figure.

Tens of thousands of volts of high-pressure electricity exploded crazily on the muddy ground, the violent energy raging outward.

Countless mud and gravel shot out madly in all directions like steel balls fired from a shotgun.

The three towering trees beside Fang Cheng were instantly charred, their thick trunks snapping, crashing down wrapped in flames.

"Get down!"

Ma Donghe roared with eyes wide open, pressing Hou Peng into the mud-filled pit.

The two of them tightly hugged their heads, allowing the scorching wooden splinters and gravel shattered by the lightning to rain down on their backs.

Grey Eagle, hiding further back, shrieked in fright.

A burning branch brushed past his head and stabbed viciously into the mud next to his thigh, scaring him so much that he crawled and rolled into a further bush to take shelter.

Being directly hit by such terrifying high-pressure lightning, the fate of an ordinary person would be to turn into a piece of charcoal.

The Masked Man, hovering in mid-air, slowly landed, and a mocking synthesized laugh came from beneath his mask:

"Ha-ha, that’s the price of defying me..."

However, the next second.

It was as if he had suddenly been grabbed by the throat, his laughter coming to an abrupt halt.

The burnt white smoke gradually dissipated.

At the center of the crater formed by the lightning strike, Fang Cheng still maintained his original standing posture.

He looked down at the tactical suit on his chest, which had been completely burned through by the high-voltage arcs.

Then he stretched out his hand and casually patted the edges of the charred fabric.

The brittle clothing crumbled off, revealing the sharply defined, robust muscles beneath, like a marble sculpture.

Aside from a few weak static sparks dancing across his skin, he didn’t even have a scratch!

"Is this your trump card? All bark and no bite."

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, and the vertebrae in his spine emitted a series of crackling sounds.

He then slowly raised his head, a hint of fervent battle intent igniting in his deep eyes, his mouth curling into a cold arc:

"The probing is over; the real battle starts now."

The pupils beneath the Masked Man’s mask trembled violently.

He took that "High-pressure Directed Lightning" head-on, yet remained unscathed?

Could it be... the opponent is an ancient T-Rex wrapped in human skin?