Death launched another attack, swinging his white-gloved fist at Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng had no idea what the gloves were made of. Despite the fierce assault, they showed no sign of damage.
Fang Cheng swung back.
Boom!
An enormous force erupted from their clashing fists, traveled up their arms and through their bodies, then sank into the ground beneath their feet.
The force squeezed a hole several meters across out of the ground, then spread outward along the surface.
Fang Cheng and Death traded blows furiously in the forest. Their figures had become blurs, too fast for the naked eye to follow.
Only the milky-white shock waves created by their clashes swept violently outward, bending the trees this way and that.
The ground was smashed into enormous craters every so often, and the clouds of dust and dirt they raised were quickly blown away.
Amid a series of deafening crashes, the vegetation within several hundred meters was flattened in the blink of an eye. The ground was left pockmarked with craters of all sizes, like the surface of the moon.
Fang Cheng had lost count of how many arms he had shed. Every time he collided with Death, the parts that made contact rotted away.
This deathly force could neither be healed nor purged. The only way to get rid of it was to cut off the affected part.
This was one of Death's abilities. He was like a reaper spreading death: any living thing that touched his body had its life corroded away.
Fortunately, Fang Cheng had the power of super self-healing. He could quickly regrow severed limbs, which let him go toe-to-toe with Death.
But there was no hope of winning if things continued this way. Even in the midst of such a fierce battle, Death's hairstyle hadn't