Achieving Demon Godhood from Unlocking Talents

BOOM!!

Inside the enormous cement factory.

Two figures, one after the other, fell from the steel platform and crashed into the machinery below.

Amid the dull thuds, dust and debris flew from the tarps covering the equipment, filling their nostrils.

Letting out a soft cough, Yang Wangtao, who wore a blast-proof helmet, felt a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He suppressed the pain from the fall of several meters and immediately got to his feet.

His gaze swept the area, and he saw Qiu Shan, several meters away, also getting up.

He pulled the trigger again, firing a continuous volley at the man’s head.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!

Gunshots rang out in quick succession, each one aimed with pinpoint accuracy at the other man’s forehead.

Qiu Shan, dressed in a black leather trench coat, looked furious. A vicious, eerie green light, like that of a wolf, glinted in his eyes.

He had no time to wonder why his opponent had suddenly appeared inside the factory. He hastily raised his arms to block.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!

The cuffs of his black trench coat shredded, sending scraps of fabric flying.

Sparks flashed between his crossed arms, clearly revealing the damaged bionic skin and the silver-gray metal endoskeleton underneath.

In an instant, several gleaming brass bullets fell to the ground.

Through the gap between his overlapping arms, his eerie green eyes could be seen, casting a murderous glare.

"You’ve got a death wish!"

BOOM!

Stomping the ground, he charged ferociously at Yang Wangtao.

In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in combat, sparking flashes and more gunshots.

Meanwhile, on the second-floor steel platform.

"Boss!"

The expressions of the three accomplices changed.

The machine gunner in the black vest at the main entrance looked back, and the young sniper in the brown jacket by the right window also had a look of shocked anger.

Amidst a series of CLANGS, they dodged or blocked three steel nails using various methods, catching a glimpse of another figure landing on the rear-left side of the platform.

"Don’t worry about me!"

"Keep your eyes on the outside! Stop that person!"

Qiu Shan’s cold shout came without him even looking up. He was actually taking the bullets head-on as he strode toward his enemy.

A series of CLANGS echoed from his arms as a string of bullets exploded in sparks, as if hitting a steel plate.

Witnessing this, the three accomplices briefly relaxed.

The man with the full beard by the left window, holding a submachine gun, was particularly vicious. His eyes were fixed on the young patrol officer who had landed, steadied himself, and was now shielding the hostage.

"You guys handle the outside! This one’s mine!"

Their eyes met. He glared murderously at Lu Chao, signaling to his comrades that they had nothing to worry about.

He then whipped the muzzle of his submachine gun around, about to open fire on Lu Chao.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!!

Three steel nails, faster than he was, shot toward his brow, throat, and the wrist of his gun hand.

The sound of them tearing through the air grated on his nerves, making his pupils contract and his skin break out in goosebumps.

With no time to think, he suppressed his killing intent and twisted sharply to the side.

CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

The three steel nails grazed past his shoulder, striking a wooden crate and a steel plate on the gantry that were blocking the window.

His eyes hardened. In his peripheral vision, the bearded man saw Lu Chao charging forward, taking advantage of the opening.

Timing it perfectly, his face went cold. With vicious killing intent, he swung the stock of his submachine gun, unleashing his Martial Arts Power and smashing it to his right like a sledgehammer.

BAM!!

An unexpectedly muffled sound exploded through the air.

The web of his thumb tingled from the impact.

When he looked up, an elbow, raised in a block, seemed carved from rock. It had perfectly stopped his full-force blow.

Behind it, Lu Chao’s muscles were taut. He seemed to have grown taller in an instant, and a faint brownish light now flowed across his skin.

His patrol trousers were stretched taut, and his legs, like tree roots, were planted firmly on the ground, absorbing the full impact without the slightest tremble.

"What?"

His expression changed slightly. The bearded man immediately sensed something was wrong.

’I’m a veteran at the Fighting Level. How did he block that so easily?’

WHOOSH!

The next instant, he heard the faint hum of air being displaced next to his ear.

A chill rose in his heart for no reason, and his gaze darted downward.

He saw Lu Chao’s left fist, which had been coiled at his waist, hurtling toward him like a cannonball. The muscles of his forearm were stacked like concrete blocks, carrying an immense force as it flew.

"Dachun, get back!"

The young man in the brown jacket by the right window had been keeping an eye on them. Seeing this, his expression changed. He quickly turned, braced the bottom of his sniper rifle with his left arm mid-air, and aimed for Lu Chao’s neck, about to pull the trigger and kill him.

Instantly understanding his comrade’s intention, the bearded man unleashed his Martial Arts Power and stepped back.

BANG!!

The gunshot cracked like a sledgehammer striking the ground.

A long sniper bullet tore through the air, crossing a dozen meters, about to hit Lu Chao’s neck.

But at the critical moment, as if he had anticipated it, Lu Chao ducked a step ahead. The bullet grazed his blast-proof helmet and slammed into the cement wall.

THUD!!

A large cloud of gray debris exploded from the wall, spattering red brick dust.

Lu Chao’s eyes were fixed on the retreating bearded man. Information from the briefing before he infiltrated the factory flashed through his calm mind.

Guo Dachun, a veteran Fighting Level martial artist, master of a strength-augmenting Martial Skill.

STOMP!

He lunged forward with his left foot.

The taut muscles in his leg exploded with power, propelling his body forward.

He surged forward with the agility of a dragon, sticking close to his opponent’s movements. Not only did he not fall behind, but he actually closed the final gap between them.

His powerful upper body rose, the muscles in his left arm, coiled at his waist, tensed as if ready to strike at any moment.

"You’re asking to die!"

The bearded man, Guo Dachun, looked grim. He used his gun’s shoulder strap to yank the muzzle back into position, intending to shoot Lu Chao again.