Chapter 507: I Can Call for Backup Too
Chapter 507: I Can Call for Backup Too
Joanna was laughing her head off. She’d made a decision—if she defeated this amusing man, she’d definitely keep him around.
Tony’s face darkened like the bottom of a scorched pot. He wasn’t deaf to Fang Cheng’s insult about his intelligence.
He lowered his visor, his voice crackling with anger.
“You think you can take all three of us at once?”
“Obviously.”
“Hey!”
Joanna cut in, “You should reconsider. Backing down isn’t shameful.”
She had zero confidence in beating Fang Cheng alone, but three against one changed things.
Fang Cheng shot back, “I don’t want your thoughts; I want mine. No reconsidering.”
He was fully confident in crushing all three, but dragging it out risked letting them escape.
“Why are you still chatting?!”
Walker yelled impatiently, “Just kill him already!”
His God’s displeasure had reached its limit—divine intervention was imminent.
Seeing Fang Cheng’s blatant disrespect, Tony and Joanna dropped their attempts at reason.
As the trio readied their attack, Fang Cheng grinned. “You think you’re the only ones with backup? Watch this.”
He spread his palms, conjuring black flames Tsukimi Narumi had given him before their North America trip. The shadow-stored fire had burned ceaselessly since.
The dark fire ballooned instantly, morphing into a blazing cloak. Beneath it stood a silver-armored woman gripping a sword.
Tony and Joanna sensed danger radiating from her. Walker screeched, “Another divine proxy? No! This is—”
His octopus eyes bulged to bursting, locked onto Tsukimi Narumi. Raw terror spilled from his voice: “An incarnated God?!”
“No! Impossible!”
Walker clawed at his tentacled head, spiraling into chaos. “Why’s her human form stable? How’s her power contained? Why…”
Tony and Joanna exchanged glances, convinced Walker had lost his marbles. The armored woman seemed threatening, sure—but a deity?
Raised on superhero tales, they’d grown up believing even gods could be punched into submission. Well, except that whole Jesus thing.
Fang Cheng tilted his head toward Tsukimi Narumi. “Pick your target.”
If she wanted the squid-faced zealot, he’d happily brawl with Iron Man and Superwoman.
Tsukimi Narumi wordlessly leveled her Giant Sword at the raving Walker. One swing unleashed black flames in a tornado arc, forcing Tony and Joanna to dive for cover.
In his frenzy, Walker hadn’t dodged in time and was devoured by the black flames.
He revived in the distance moments later, but his breath had visibly weakened, with burn residue lingering on many places of his body.
Tsukimi Narumi lifted her Giant Sword and pursued him.
Tony and Joanna hadn’t expected Fang Cheng to call for backup—and for that backup to be so formidable.
Their earlier certainty of victory wavered, but retreat was no longer an option.
Tony took action first. Flames burst from the shooting holes on his suit as dozens of mini-missiles shot out, trailing fiery tails to encircle Fang Cheng.
Curious, Fang Cheng donned the Blood Combat Suit and fired an equal barrage of missiles.
The two waves collided midair, unleashing deafening explosions that lit up the sky.
“What the fuck?!”
Tony’s eyes bulged. Not only had Fang Cheng suddenly clad himself in a sleeker, more stylish Combat Suit, but his missile count surpassed Tony’s own.
A single volley couldn’t display Fang Cheng’s full firepower.
He kept firing, wave after wave of missiles erupting from his suit like meteors, blanketing both enemies in a relentless barrage.
A chill shot through Tony. Ignoring his teammate, he blasted his engines to flee the bombardment range.
Joanna, adopting a Superman-like stance, rocketed toward Fang Cheng.
Explosions bloomed where missiles struck her, yet her flight remained unshaken.
In a blink, she loomed before Fang Cheng—and aimed her fist not at his face, but his chest.
The face was too handsome to hit.
Fang Cheng didn’t resist, letting Joanna’s fist slam into his chest.
A deafening clang echoed as Fang Cheng slid back half a meter. Joanna tumbled backward through the air.
“Damn, this woman… insane strength!”
Fang Cheng frowned. His Level 4 Vector Control hadn’t fully reflected Joanna’s power.
Nearly one percent had leaked through.
Joanna steadied herself, shock flooding her.
Half her body felt numb, as if punched by another Superman. Without her steel-like body, she’d have been finished.
What stunned her more was Fang Cheng standing firm after taking her punch—and still counterattacking.
“Now that’s a real man!”
Instead of fear, excitement surged through Joanna.
She licked her rosy lips. Light blazed in her eyes before twin solar rays scorched toward Fang Cheng.
Solar rays were deadly against vampires—Joanna had slaughtered high-level ones with this move.
This was exactly why Tony had tricked her into joining.
Fang Cheng activated his War God Bloodline, letting the solar rays strike his chest before rebounding them via Vector Control.
“No effect?!”
Joanna froze briefly before sensing her limbs tighten.
The blood around her solidified into alloy chains, securing her completely.
This couldn’t restrain Superwoman, of course—she snapped the chains effortlessly.
But the delay gave Fang Cheng an opening. He teleported before her, unleashing a punch amplified by the War God Bloodline and Vector Control.
His fist smashed into Joanna’s flawless face, distorting her features upon impact.
*Crash!*
Superwoman rocketed downward like an artillery shell.
Fang Cheng attempted to manipulate her blood for a dual assault but failed—her steel-like body fortified every fiber, rendering basic attacks or explosions ineffective.
As he moved to pursue, a perforated alloy sphere zipped toward him.
Space warped violently around the object.
An irresistible pull yanked at Fang Cheng’s body, dragging him toward the sphere.
*Danger!*
His Heart Awareness flared. He teleported away instantly.
Behind him, the sphere and surrounding space imploded into a singularity.
“What was that?” Fang Cheng muttered, eyeing the pinprick void. That gravitational vortex could’ve crushed him into oblivion. Though resurrection remained possible, he couldn’t afford careless deaths with limited revives.
Tony scowled in the distance. North America’s newly developed gravity collapse bombs mimicked stellar collapse into black holes. He’d acquired a few through backchannels, but the implosion speed proved too sluggish to catch his target.
*Whump!*
Superwoman blasted skyward again. Tony glimpsed her face—now swollen with a vivid fist imprint marring her features—and choked back laughter. Even steel-like reinforcement couldn’t nullify Fang Cheng’s strike.
Joanna touched her cheek, felt the deformity, and erupted. “I’ll END YOU!” she howled at Fang Cheng. No one had ever dared damage her billion-dollar visage since her debut. Any earlier fantasies about recruiting him vaporized in the inferno of her anger. The face-slugging bastard would be shredded limb from limb.
Fang Cheng glanced at another battlefield where Tsukimi Narumi was chasing Walker, having slain him multiple times.
Continuing this slaughter would surely trigger the evil god’s arrival.
Fang Cheng couldn’t delay his own battle any longer.
He turned toward Joanna and Tony.
Joanna was charging forward furiously while Tony lingered hundreds of meters away, attempting cannon support from what he considered a safe distance.
His perception of safety proved wrong – he’d already entered Fang Cheng’s attack range.
With a single glance from Fang Cheng, Tony’s blood rebelled, morphing into sharp weapons that burst through his body.
Tony’s physical resilience paled compared to Superwoman’s.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed from Tony’s mouth, painting his faceplate crimson.
Confusion flashed across his face as he failed to comprehend the attack’s origin.
The Divine medicine’s injected Life Force staved off immediate death, granting temporary vitality.
Battling pain that threatened his consciousness, Tony instinctively retreated to seek medical aid.
Fang Cheng wasn’t finished. Blood pooled around Tony’s feet solidified, capturing his shadow.
Shadow Leap!
Joanna saw Fang Cheng vanish from her gaze. Whirling around, she found him materializing behind Tony.
“Tony!”
Joanna’s warning shout echoed: “Behind you!”
Tony sensed danger but remained immobilized – Fang Cheng controlled his shadow.
His neural-linked steel combat suit offered final hope. Activating remaining gravity collapse bombs might repel Fang Cheng and enable escape.
But as Tony triggered the command, his armor froze completely.
“Useless,” Fang Cheng stated. “My blood infiltrated your suit through exhaust ports. All systems are disabled.”
The helmet retracted, exposing Tony’s terrified face.
Fang Cheng pressed a palm against Tony’s head. “A mere A+ combatant challenging me? What inspired such foolish courage?”
Despair filled Tony’s eyes as he tried to speak. Fang Cheng activated Thought Reading first.
Tony’s memories cascaded into Fang Cheng’s mind.
“Release him!”
Joanna’s enraged charge shook the battlefield.
Though she despised Tony, his death here would critically damage shareholder trust in her leadership.