The blood-red curtain of blades tore through the air, carrying the terrifying force to cleave mountains in two as it savagely descended upon that conspicuous dark-golden bald head beneath the livestream cameras!
Before the blade even arrived, its shrill howl and thick stench of blood had already rushed forward, crushing the tiles beneath Fang Gang's feet into spiderweb cracks!
A million pairs of eyes across the city stared fixedly at their screens! Fear, anticipation, schadenfreude... countless emotions surged silently!
Fang Gang moved!
He did not dodge! He did not block!
Facing that horrifying giant blade capable of splitting a tank in half, he clenched his right fist, and Nine Yang Qi and Blood surged beneath his skin like golden-red molten lava!
Golden-red light instantly compressed and condensed around his fist, as if he were holding a tiny sun on the verge of exploding! Utter yang!
Tyrannical! Pure power!
"Break!"
His low roar exploded like muffled thunder!
His fist, blazing with golden-red flames, met the horrifying blade head-on without yielding—its width like a door panel and its surface lined with serrated blood grooves!
Fist against blade!
"Clang—!!!!!!"
An indescribable explosive boom rang out, like a giant hammer smashing a ten-thousand-ton bronze bell beside their ears!
It instantly tore apart the clamor of Times Square, even drowning out the cold electronic voice from the livestream as it blasted through countless speakers into the eardrums of millions across the city!
Countless people instinctively covered their ears, their faces twisted in pain!
At the center of the collision, blinding golden-red light and filthy blood-colored blade energy collided and annihilated each other like two burst floodwaters!
A violent blast of air erupted outward in a visible ring-shaped shockwave!
It lifted and pulverized the tiles at the center of the square as though they were sheets of paper! Smoke, dust, and shattered stone mixed with scorching air and surged into the sky!
Before their screens, everyone widened their eyes and stared fixedly at the center of the collision!
The smoke, dust, and rubble gradually dispersed!
The image became clear!
Time seemed to freeze.
The enormous Blood Butcher's Cleaver hung suspended in midair!
Beneath its edge was a fist covered in a faint golden-red glow, its muscles coiled like dragons!
Fist and blade were locked tightly against each other!
The bloody sight everyone had expected—of the fist being chopped apart and the bald head split open—never appeared!
What plunged everyone into dead silence, including the invisible "eye" carrying the camera in the footage, was this—
At the point where it met the fist, a clear... crack had appeared on the pitch-black, heavy blade of the supposedly indestructible Blood Butcher's Cleaver!
The crack spread several inches like an ugly centipede, while fine fractures radiated out from it!
Yet the golden-red glow over that fist merely rippled slightly, and its skin... was completely unharmed! There was not even the faintest white mark!
"Hiss—!"
The sound of people sucking in breaths seemed to rise from every corner of the city at once!
For the first time, disbelief and shock appeared on Blood Butcher's fierce, rock-carved face!
His sharklike fangs ground together, and the muscles in his arms tightened like steel cables to the limit. Thick veins throbbed wildly beneath his dark-red skin!
He felt it!
An unstoppable, terrifying force, like the trampling of ancient dragon-elephants, was traveling continuously back through the blade! It numbed his palms and made even the bones in his arms groan!
This bald man... his fist... was harder than Blood Butcher's Cleaver?! How was that possible?!
"Is that all?" Fang Gang's icy voice pierced through the smoke and dust, filled with cutting mockery. The golden-red radiance around his fist suddenly flared! "Shatter!"
"Eight Extremes! Suppressing Prison!"
Boom—!!!
The fifty-thousand-jin force of dragon-elephants gathered in his fist, layered with the violent vibrating force of the mastered Eight Extremes Suppressing Prison Force and pure yang true fire, erupted like a volcano compressed to its limit!
"Crack crack crack—!!!"
A dense chorus of splintering sounds made everyone's scalps tingle!
The crack on the blade instantly spread madly like a burst dam! In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire broad blade!
"No—!!!" Blood Butcher's eyes split wide as he let out a beastlike roar!
"Boom!!!"
The supposedly indestructible Blood Butcher's Cleaver shattered explosively like cheap glass struck by a sledgehammer beneath the horrified gaze of a million people!
Countless pitch-black, razor-sharp metal fragments, mixed with scattered blood-red baleful energy, shot in every direction like a storm of pear blossoms!
Most of the fragments struck Fang Gang's body with crisp clinks, as though they had hit refined steel. They bounced away and fell to the ground! They could not even cut his tracksuit!
Blood Butcher, who took the blast head-on, was violently hurled away! His massive three-meter-tall body flew backward like a cannonball after being struck by a battering ram!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
He smashed through three heavy bronze sculptures in the middle of the square, then crashed brutally into a decorative wall of Roman columns!
Rubble and bricks cascaded down like a waterfall, instantly burying half his body!
Amid the smoke and dust, only one of Blood Butcher's massive arms remained exposed from the rubble, bloody and hanging limply, along with half of his savage face—cut by stones, smeared with blood, and filled with shock and agony.
Thick black blood continuously spilled from his mouth, and his aura instantly weakened.
The Blood Butcher's Cleaver that had accompanied him through countless slaughters was reduced to nothing but a twisted, broken hilt, still clutched tightly in his other unconsciously twitching hand.
Silence!
Deathly silence enveloped Times Square and the entire city!
A million livestream viewers stared dumbfounded at the shocking scene on their screens: the shattered giant cleaver, the collapsed sculptures, the broken wall, and the terrifying giant struggling among the rubble like a dead dog...
And that figure standing where he was, slowly withdrawing his fist, his dark-golden bald head still gleaming beneath the smoke and screen light, completely unscathed!
One punch!
Just one punch!
It shattered a Grade A priest's vicious weapon!
It crippled Blood Butcher, who was famed for his strength!
Could a human really do this? What was that bald man's body made of?!
Fear? No!
At that moment, the fear deliberately planted by the Faceless Cult Master in countless hearts before their screens was replaced by something even stronger—a soul-deep shock!
As they watched that bald head continue to shine amid the dust and ruins, an indescribable, almost absurd sense of security quietly began to grow!
"Pfft!" Blood Butcher spat out another mouthful of black blood. Struggling to crawl up from the rubble, he looked at Fang Gang with incomprehensible horror and...
A trace of fear after being crushed by absolute power. That bald head now seemed more terrifying to him than any divine weapon!
Fang Gang did not even glance at Blood Butcher in the ruins. His gaze swept toward an invisible corner above the square like a cold searchlight.
That was where the livestream camera's "eye" was located.
"A livestream?"
Fang Gang faced the camera, the corner of his mouth pulling into a cold arc. His voice traveled clearly across the entire city. "Did you see that clearly? This is the trash you sent."
He raised his foot and stomped heavily toward where Blood Butcher lay buried!
"Boom!"
The ground shook violently! A furious golden-red blast of air surged along the ground like an enraged dragon, smashing toward the pile of rubble!
"No—!" Blood Butcher released one final despairing scream!
"Boom!!!"
The pile of rubble exploded! Smoke and dust shot into the sky! Within it, the massive body could vaguely be seen being torn into pieces by the raging Nine Yang True Fire and the impact force!
Ding! Grade A Blood Butcher (Core) killed! Evolution Points +150! Available Evolution Points: 150!
The cold notification sounded in Fang Gang's mind.
The image on screens across the city shook violently, as if even that invisible camera had been stunned by the violent stomp.
For the first time, the Faceless Cult Master's cold electronic synthesized voice carried an extremely slight, almost imperceptible fluctuation:
"Target... strength... second leap... beyond projected model... bald head... data abnormality... recalculating..."
"Fear value collection... efficiency... increasing..."
With a flash, the enormous Faceless Eye vortex and Fang Gang's figure vanished at the same time, and the screens returned to static.
Times Square fell into complete silence.
Only the night wind whimpered through the ruins, along with the clattering sound of Fang Gang's Bronze Battle Halberd dragging across shattered tiles as he hoisted it onto his shoulder and turned to leave.
His dark-golden bald head gradually receded amid the city's neon lights and the dust of the ruins, leaving behind a violent imprint the entire city would never forget.
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