Blood Butcher's Cleaver Shatters

The blood-colored blade curtain tore through the air, carrying a terrifying might capable of cleaving mountains, as it violently slashed down towards the exceptionally conspicuous dark golden bald head under the live camera!

Before the blade even arrived, a piercing shriek and a strong scent of blood assailed them, pressing spiderweb-like cracks into the floor tiles beneath Fang Gang's feet!

Millions of eyes across the city were glued to the screen! Fear, anticipation, schadenfreude… countless emotions churned in silence!

Fang Gang moved!

No dodging! No blocking!

Facing this terrifying giant blade, capable of bisecting a tank, he clenched his right fist, and the Nine Yang Qi and Blood, like molten gold and red lava beneath his skin, surged forth!

Upon his fist, a golden-red light instantly compressed and condensed, as if he were holding a miniature sun about to explode! Utmost Yang!

Dominant! Pure power!

"Break!"

A low roar, like muffled thunder exploding!

His fist, burning with golden-red flames, neither dodged nor weaved, but ferociously met the terrifying blade edge, as wide as a door panel and covered in serrated blood grooves!

Fist! Against Blade!

"CLANG—!!!--"

An indescribable booming sound, like a ten-thousand-ton bronze bell being struck by a giant hammer right by one's ear!

It instantly ripped through the clamor of Times Square, even overpowering the cold electronic voice of the broadcast, and through countless speakers, it slammed into the eardrums of millions across the city!

Countless people instinctively covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain!

At the center of the collision, the dazzling golden-red light and the filthy blood-colored blade energy, like two raging floods breaking a dam, clashed and annihilated each other madly!

A violent shockwave, visible to the naked eye, erupted outwards in a ring!

It sent the floor tiles in the center of the square flying and shattering like paper! Dust and debris mixed with scorching airflow shot towards the sky!

In front of the screens, everyone's eyes were wide open, staring intently at the point of impact!

As the dust and debris slightly dispersed!

The image became clear!

Time seemed to freeze.

The massive Blood Butcher's Cleaver hung suspended in mid-air!

Beneath the blade, was a fist covered in golden-red radiance, its muscles coiled like a dragon!

Fist and blade were pressed tightly together!

The expected bloody scene of the fist being crushed and the bald head being cleaved did not occur!

What made everyone, including the unseen "eye" holding the camera in the screen, fall into a deathly silence was—

On the dark, heavy blade of the Blood Butcher's Cleaver, reputed to be indestructible, where it met the fist, a clear and distinct… crack had appeared!

The crack, like an ugly centipede, spread ferociously for several inches! Fine lines fanned out from the crack!

And that fist, the golden-red radiance covering it rippled slightly, its skin… was completely unharmed! Not even a white mark!

"Hiss—!"

The sound of gasping in cold air seemed to echo simultaneously from every corner of the city!

For the first time, disbelief and astonishment flickered across the Blood Butcher's fierce face, carved as if from rock!

He gritted his shark-like sharp teeth, the muscles in his arms tensing to the extreme like steel cables, with bulging veins throbbing wildly beneath his dark red skin!

He could feel it!

An unstoppable, terrifying power, like the trampling of an ancient dragon, was continuously reverberating back through the blade! It made his tiger's mouth go numb, and the bones in his arm groaned!

This bald guy… his fist… was harder than his own Blood Butcher's Cleaver?! How was this possible?!

"Is that all?" Fang Gang's icy voice cut through the dust, laced with biting mockery. The golden-red light on his fist suddenly surged! "Now… shatter!"

"Eight Extremes! Prison Quake!"

BOOM—!!!

The fifty thousand jin of Dragon-Elephant might concentrated on his fist, combined with the ferocious shockwave force of the perfected Eight Extremes! Prison Quake and the utmost Yang True Fire, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed to its limit!

"CRACKLE—!!!"

The skin-crawling sound of shattering echoed continuously!

The crack on the blade instantly spread wildly like a bursting dam! In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire wide blade!

"No—!!!" The Blood Butcher's eyes bulged with rage, letting out a beast-like roar!

"BANG!!!"

The Blood Butcher's Cleaver, reputed to be indestructible, under the horrified gaze of millions, exploded into pieces like cheap glass struck by a heavy hammer!

Countless dark, sharp metal fragments, mixed with the dispersed bloody malevolent energy, shot out in all directions like a storm of pear blossoms!

Most of the fragments struck Fang Gang, emitting crisp "ding ding dang dang" sounds, as if hitting hundred-refined steel, bouncing off and falling! They couldn't even scratch his tracksuit!

The Blood Butcher, who was at the forefront, was violently flung away by the immense force of the explosion! His massive three-meter-tall body was hit as if by a battering ram, sent flying backward like a cannonball!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He consecutively smashed through three thick bronze sculptures in the center of the plaza and then slammed hard into a decorative Roman pillar wall!

Cracked stones and bricks poured down like a waterfall, instantly burying half of his body!

Smoke and dust filled the air. Amidst the rubble, only the Blood Butcher's one bloody, limply hanging enormous arm was visible, along with half of his face, torn by the debris, covered in bloodstains, and contorted with horror and pain.

Thick black blood continuously spilled from his mouth, and his aura instantly weakened.

The Blood Butcher's Cleaver, which had accompanied him through countless slaughters, was reduced to a twisted, broken hilt, still clutched tightly in his other hand, which twitched uncontrollably.

Silence!

A deathly silence descended upon Times Square, and indeed, the entire city!

Millions of live broadcast viewers stared dumbfounded at the shocking scene on their screens: the shattered giant cleaver, the toppled sculptures, the collapsed walls, and the terrifying giant struggling like a dead dog in the rubble…

And the figure standing in place, slowly retracting his fist, his dark golden bald head still gleaming under the dust and screen light, completely unharmed!

One punch!

Just one punch!

It shattered the A-grade priest's ferocious cleaver!

It crippled the Blood Butcher, renowned for his strength!

Was this truly something a human could achieve? What was that bald man's body made of?!

Fear? No!

At this moment, for countless people in front of their screens, the fear deliberately sown by the Faceless Cult Master was replaced by a more intense shock, originating from the depths of their souls!

Looking at that bald head still shining in the dust and ruins, an indescribable, almost absurd sense of security quietly blossomed!

"Pfft!" The Blood Butcher spat out another mouthful of black blood, struggling to climb out of the rubble. His eyes, filled with incomprehensible shock and…

A hint of fear from being crushed by absolute power, looked toward Fang Gang. That bald head, in his eyes now, was more terrifying than any divine weapon!

Fang Gang didn't even glance at the Blood Butcher buried in the ruins. His gaze, like a cold spotlight, swept towards an invisible corner in the sky above the plaza.

That was precisely where the "eyes" of the live broadcast camera were located.

"Live broadcast?" Fang Gang's lips pulled into a cold arc as he faced the camera, his voice clearly reaching the entire city. "See clearly? This is the trash you sent."

He lifted his foot and stomped heavily in the direction where the Blood Butcher was buried!

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently! A ferocious golden-red surge of energy, like an enraged dragon, shot along the ground towards the rubble!

"No—!" The Blood Butcher let out a final, desperate roar!

"Bang!!!"

The rubble exploded outwards! Dust billowed into the sky! Vaguely, his massive body could be seen being torn to shreds by the ferocious Nine Yang True Fire and the impact!

[Ding! Killed A-grade Blood Butcher (Core)! Obtained Evolution Points +150!]

[Available Evolution Points: 150!]

A cold notification sounded in Fang Gang's mind.

The image on all city screens flickered violently, as if the invisible camera had also been shocked by that violent kick.

The Faceless Cult Master's cold, synthesized electronic voice, for the first time, showed a minuscule, almost imperceptible fluctuation:

"Target… strength… twice the leap… exceeded predicted model… bald head… data anomaly… recalculating…"

"Fear value collection… efficiency… increased…"

The screen flashed, and the massive vortex of the Faceless Eye and Fang Gang's figure disappeared simultaneously. The screen returned to static.

On Times Square, there was utter silence.

Only the wailing of the night wind blowing through the ruins, and the "crunch" sound of the Battle Halberd's end dragging across the broken pavement as Fang Gang lifted the Bronze Battle Halberd and turned to leave.

The dark golden bald head gradually faded into the distance amidst the city's neon lights and the dust of the ruins, leaving behind a violent imprint that the entire city would find difficult to erase.