Chapter 516: I Want to Clock Out and Drink Tea
Chapter 516: I Want to Clock Out and Drink Tea
Steve didn’t underestimate Fang Cheng, though he didn’t want to push things to extremes either.
The gravity he imposed on Fang Cheng equaled the weight of ten heavy trucks – a simple test attack.
Fang Cheng suddenly felt his body grow impossibly heavy, plummeting downward uncontrollably.
He instantly spread Vector Control across his entire form, neutralizing the gravitational force.
Activating his War God Bloodline, he soared upward again while firing blazing solar rays from his eyes.
These solar rays immediately began curving downward as they shot toward Steve, bending sharply toward the ground within dozens of meters.
This revealed Steve’s ability to Fang Cheng.
“Your power’s gravity?”
“Correct.”
Steve saw no reason to hide this open secret.
An invisible gravity field enveloped his body, distorting all nearby matter and energy.
Tony’s earlier gravity collapse bombs had been reverse-engineered from this very ability.
When Steve saw Fang Cheng handling the pressure effortlessly, he multiplied the gravitational force tenfold.
Fang Cheng instantly felt millions of tons crushing him – even Vector Control couldn’t fully negate this. Only his War God Bloodline and steel-like body kept him intact.
Most trained humans could only endure 12G at maximum.
The exact G-force Steve applied remained unknown, but its magnitude became horrifyingly clear.
Concentrated gravity meant catastrophic pressure. Ordinary people would’ve been pulped instantly. Even metal-clad aces would flatten into iron pancakes.
Only Fang Cheng’s triple-layered defenses held firm.
Then Steve escalated further.
Gravity intensified until space itself warped. Fang Cheng kept sinking as Vector Control failed to compensate.
His enhanced physique from both War God Bloodline and steel-like body started failing under the pressure.
Snapping sounds erupted from his joints like popping corn kernels, his body creaking like broken machinery.
“Enough.”
Steve urged, “You defeated the evil god. Humanity’s hero needn’t suffer. Just come help with surveillance.”
Fang Cheng grinned through the crushing force. “You believe that crap?”
Steve stayed silent. While he meant no harm, the North American government had other plans.
“Trying to bluff with lies you don’t buy? Not so saintly after all.”
Fang Cheng strained to raise one hand. “Telling me to quit already? Who’s weak here?”
His fist clenched.
Steve’s blood was instantly controlled, morphing into sharp blades that attacked his brain and internal organs.
“Hmm?”
Steve grunted through clenched teeth.
Having long trained in gravitational fields, every cell in his body responded to gravity’s influence.
He immediately suppressed the berserk bloodflow with gravity manipulation, sustaining minor injuries everywhere except his well-protected brain.
Their first clash left Fang Cheng nearly flattened while Steve suffered concealed injuries.
The North American Captain’s expression hardened as he multiplied Fang Cheng’s gravitational burden tenfold.
Crunch!
Fang Cheng’s body exploded into countless straw-like fragments under the pressure.
Steve knew better than to assume victory – closer observation revealed crushed plant matter instead of flesh.
Blinding golden light tore through the darkness.
Looking upward, Steve saw a 60-meter-tall giant with three heads and six arms looming above him.
Fang Cheng had substituted with straw before transforming into this colossal form descending from above.
“Takizawa Rorara!”
The transformed Fang Cheng swung a blood-forged steamroller downward with crushing force.
Steve stood firm, letting the massive weapon collide with his gravitational barrier.
“Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da!”
Six arms became a blur of strikes hammering the steamroller, each blow enhanced by Vector Control, Superwoman’s borrowed super strength, and King of Kshitigarbha’s raw power.
The steamroller disintegrated into fragments, transferring devastating force through Steve’s defenses.
Steve’s gravitational field shrank from dozens of meters to mere paces around him as colossal fists materialized alarmingly close.
Maintaining calm, Steve reversed gravity’s effect on Fang Cheng.
Instead of increasing weight, he decreased it.
Mid-combat, Fang Cheng found his massive body rapidly ascending.
Steve pursued, intending to drag his opponent into space for easier containment – his preferred tactic against large foes.
Fang Cheng instantly recognized the strategy.
He attempted Vector Control resistance,
but Steve unleashed hundredfold gravitational acceleration skyward.
Like a human rocket, Fang Cheng shot upward through the night sky at terrifying speed, Earth’s pull rapidly fading.
At this rate, he might really get launched into space.
Fang Cheng had no interest in joining Steve for some gross “double date” spacewalk – sure, the captain had big pecs, but this was just disgusting.
His body burst into thousands of squeaking bats scattering in all directions.
Steve calmly pinned every bat with gravity control.
The moment they were restrained, the swarm split into tens of thousands of smaller bats breaking free again.
This exposed a minor weakness in Steve’s ability – any target that changed form required reapplying gravity.
Not that it mattered much for someone of his strategic-level status.
He simply flipped the entire kilometer-wide area into anti-gravity space.
Suddenly every bat floated helplessly upward, no matter how they multiplied.
Unfazed, Fang Cheng reformed from blood he’d secretly spread beyond the zone. His new body’s back cast shadows using flaming steel plates.
One Shadow Leap later, he vanished into the shadow projection, leaving thousands of decoy bats behind.
Steve sensed the distant gravity shift and knew he’d been tricked.
The remaining bats formed a colossal middle finger – universal language indeed.
Stone-faced, Steve crushed the swarm and gave chase.
Fang Cheng turned tail and cranked his flight ability to Level 4.
Life: -85
Remaining: 729
Flying Lv4
With Level 4 Vector Control boosting his flight, his speed spiked. A condensation cloud haloed his body as he shattered the sound barrier – once, twice, three times over.
Steve matched the triple-sonic speed by reversing gravity vectors. Their chase tore across landscapes – snowcaps, pine forests, Yosemite’s thousand square miles devoured in twenty minutes.
When Sierra Nevada’s peaks rose ahead, Fang Cheng figured the Ark must be nearing coastline. Time to bail. He blood-manifested a boba tea and yelled over his shoulder:
“Three thirty! Time for my tea break – you’re not worth overtime!”
Under Steve’s stunned gaze, he split into dozens of sonic-speed clones scattering like startled sparrows.
Steve erupted with terrifying speed, warping ten kilometers of air into crushing gravity fields. Below them, ancient pines pancaked into a giant arboreal crop circle.
(Whoops – the environmentalists would’ve crucified him for this. Good thing they didn’t exist here.)
He caught hundreds of clones… just as dozens more replicated into hundreds again.
Steve hovered mid-air, watching the multiplying swarm disappear. Total defeat – lost both the mysterious aircraft and his target.
Could’ve beaten him in a real fight, sure. But the price? Not worth it. This Fang Cheng hovered near strategic-level threat. His presence in North America spelled disaster if misused.
Steve flew back heavy-hearted to brief the government. That forest destruction better not end up in his performance review.