This devastating whip kick.
Even if it struck a bull, it would instantly bring it to the ground.
But the man in black, upon being hit, was still able to forcibly twist his waist and perform an extreme backward bending motion.
His agility was astonishingly remarkable.
However, Fang Cheng’s long-prepared fatal move couldn’t be easily dodged by him.
After receiving the kick, the man in black staggered like a pendulum, but surprisingly didn’t faint immediately.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng quickly followed up with another move.
Then he executed a sweeping kick, toppling him over.
He then grabbed the arm that was holding the knife and twisted violently.
With the arm joint broken and a clanging sound, the butterfly knife fell to the ground.
Perhaps due to the intense pain, the foggy mind of the man in black snapped back to clarity.
He suddenly exclaimed, "I am the Hunter sent by the organization!"
Fang Cheng paused upon hearing this, and his grip involuntarily loosened slightly.
But at this moment, the man in black wriggled his body like an eel, trying to slide backward in this awkward posture.
Clearly, he was attempting to escape using the same trick.
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and he pressed down on him.
He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, tightened his hands, and with his legs quickly entwined around his waist, applied a chokehold.
The man in black, with his throat locked, struggled to breathe and frantically slapped the floor with his palms.
He seemed to have something to say, or perhaps he was trying to surrender.
But for this enemy who wanted to kill him,
Fang Cheng showed no mercy and continued to tightly strangle his neck.
Feeling his heartbeat slowing and his breathing getting weaker.
Until a few seconds later, when he completely stopped struggling.
Fang Cheng released his arms and took a deep breath.
He looked down at the lifeless man in black lying on the ground.
His expression turned somewhat dazed.
He didn’t experience any negative effects like those legendary first kills.
Like fear, terror, or nauseating vomiting.
Not only absent, but he even felt a bit of thrill.
"Could it be... do I really have the potential to become a murderer?"
Fang Cheng stood up, his chest slowly calming down.
The wardrobe mirror in the room reflected his appearance at the moment.
In the dim light, covered in blood, with disheveled hair and eyes eerily bright.
Fang Cheng slightly furrowed his brows and wiped his face.
He then immediately dismissed this ridiculous thought from his mind.
How could that be possible?
He had always been a gentle and kind, innocent and bright young man in the neighborhood.
This accidental killing was merely self-defense.
Even if brought to court, Fang Cheng had reasons to defend himself.
He quickly calmed down, his gaze sharpening as he picked up the butterfly knife that had fallen to the ground.
He squatted in front of the man in black, firmly gripped the handle and made a horizontal swipe.
The black elastic mask was cut open.
Revealing the face of a completely unfamiliar middle-aged man.
Fang Cheng glanced at the blood stained on the blade, and wiped it on the corpse.
He then mimicked the deceased’s way and twirled the knife around his fingertips several times.
This butterfly knife had a very cool design, with clear blade edges and distinct lines.
The rotating handle appeared to be made of titanium alloy, dark gray plating, with a concealed screw design, making it look very clean and sleek.
He stabbed several times into the air, and the feel was very smooth.
This kind of short and agile weapon was most suitable for close combat.
Fang Cheng grew fonder of it the more he looked at it and decided to keep it as a trophy of war.
Then, he searched the man in black and found some other items.
A wallet with two bank cards and a few hundred yuan in cash.
A set of keys, and an unopened pack of chewing gum.
Finally, there was also a black semi-automatic pistol.
Despite the intense battle just now, this guy didn’t fire a shot.
Apart from worrying that the gunshot would alert the neighbors and bring the police.
He was probably too confident in his own skills.
He only wanted to disable the target with a dagger, then capture them alive for interrogation.
Fang Cheng felt rather relieved.
The decisive move to disable the opponent’s arm and then strangle his neck was indeed wise.
Otherwise, a slight oversight could have led to a turnaround by the opponent.
At this moment, a burning sensation vaguely emerged in the knee joints.
That was the aftermath of the "Bounce" effect taking place.
The reason why the whip kick was able to twist and change direction in mid-air.
It was by maximizing the flexibility of the legs, stretching the joints, ligaments, and muscles to their limits.
Of course, this move was actually inspired by the opponent.
Fang Cheng had been holding it back and only used it when the opportunity arose, securing victory with one move.
If this attempt had not been successful and the opponent had been on guard, the next time the effect would likely be reduced.
[Boxing Experience +20]
[Sanda Experience +70]
[Jujutsu Experience +70]
Several panel messages appeared consecutively in front of his eyes.
Looking at the two fighting skills whose progress bars soared, Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised.
From the same fight, it’s understandable that Sanda generated new line-changing leg techniques.
But why did the Jujutsu skill experience also increase so much?
Could it be because of using the Termination Skill to kill?
Fang Cheng shook his head, looking at the messy scene around him after the fight.
He then stepped to the window, slightly drew back a sliver of the curtain, and peered through the gap to observe the outside.
The rain was still pouring relentlessly, with vehicles sporadically driving on the streets, and scarcely any pedestrians.
Fang Cheng’s mind worked quickly, considering how to properly handle the aftermath.
With the situation unclear, calling the police would only expose his presence, increasing unnecessary risks.
After pondering for a moment, he went downstairs to the kitchen and bathroom to grab cleaning agents, salt, and also a basin, scrub brush, and rag.
The cleaning agent could wash away dirt.
The high concentration salt water would cause the proteins in the blood to precipitate, removing them more thoroughly from the surface of objects.
Now lacking professional products, he had to make do with what was available.
Following his previous work experience, he efficiently cleaned away all bloodstains, footprints, and handprints from the floor and walls.
Busy for about ten minutes.
[Cleaning Experience +4]
Fang Cheng straightened his back, stood up, and exhaled lightly.
Doing this sort of household chore was actually quite tiring.
If his Constitution wasn’t high enough, it wouldn’t be possible to complete the cleanup task in such a short time.
His gaze swept over the area once more, and Fang Cheng still felt a bit uneasy.
Recalling the enhancement reward he just received for upgrading his "Cleaning" skill to expert level, he then opened the panel.
[Scavenger’s Eye, able to detect subtle and out-of-place traces in the surrounding environment]
Fang Cheng tried activating this skill.
Instantly, the surroundings seemed to be tinted with a layer of dark red filter.
Within his field of vision, there were a few tiny white dots, flickering, catching Fang Cheng’s attention.
Fang Cheng immediately walked over and lowered his head for a closer look.
It turned out to be a fallen black hair.
At this moment, the outline of the hair faintly shimmered with white light.
"And there’s more..."
Fang Cheng picked up the hair, looked back, and spotted another strand of hair on the floor.
He continued following the indications from the light dots, and then found a button.
Likely knocked off from the cuff of a shirt when the door was slammed, and it rolled under the cabinet.
Without special reminders or professional equipment, no one could detail this level of meticulousness.
Following a few rounds of searching from the doorway to the stairs then to the upstairs room.
Fang Cheng finally nodded in satisfaction.
Next was the critical task of handling the corpse.
Fang Cheng glanced at the body size of the man in black, then looked out the window.
Seeing the vehicles parked in the garage diagonally opposite, he suddenly had an idea.