Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1042 - 518
The howling night wind blew through the hollow framework of the top floor, creating a sound that resembled ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
The clothes on Fang Cheng’s body shattered in an instant, transforming into butterflies fluttering everywhere, swept into the endless darkness by the wind.
Ghost Scythe’s eyes suddenly widened, reflecting in the depths of his pupils a scene that shattered his worldview.
The once gentle and even scholarly young man before him completed a transformation into an inhuman form in an instant.
If he was a docile lamb a second ago, now he’s a beast ready to devour.
Every muscle on his body was distinctly angular, as if forged by compressing with a hydraulic press to form an alloy armor.
The most critical aspect is—
Beneath that oppressive inverted triangle physique, only a taut red pair of briefs remained.
The vivid red color stood out starkly in the night, exuding a sense of primitive wildness.
Someone unaware might think he was a deranged exhibitionist.
"What do you want to do..."
Ghost Scythe’s throat moved with difficulty, his grip instinctively tightening around the dagger in his hand.
The scene before his eyes inevitably made him think askew.
This was no office worker; clearly, he was a superhuman with an overload of hormones!
Having gone through more than a decade in the assassin business, he had never seen a lunatic strip bare before a fight.
And yet.
Even separated by several meters, the scorching blood akin to a furnace baking the surrounding air made his skin hot.
It felt as if facing not a person, but a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Fang Cheng stood in place, emanating an oppressive aura that was suffocating.
The faintly visible golden flame on his skin began to dance, a sign of the Dominating Body being activated.
He slowly raised his hand; the delicate pair of glasses in his palm was already severely deformed.
"Creak!"
The fragile glasses were instantly crushed into a ball of iron scrap under terrifying finger strength.
The sharp sound of metal twisting was particularly piercing on the silent roof terrace.
"Are you a body enhancer or a strength type?"
Ghost Scythe’s eye twitched slightly, his muscles tightening like a drawn bow.
As he secretly prepared for battle, his brain rapidly tried to reassess the situation before him.
"Am I a strength type..."
Fang Cheng’s mouth curled slightly, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile appeared particularly chilling amidst the billowing white steam emanating from his body:
"Why don’t you try and find out?"
With the words barely spoken.
Crash!
The concrete floor beneath Fang Cheng’s feet suddenly exploded, spiderweb-like cracks spreading in all directions.
It was like the gunshot signaling the start of the battle.
His figure vanished from the spot.
Ghost Scythe’s eyelids twitched frantically. Just as he intended to reply, a strong death premonition caused his scalp to tighten, his body hair standing on end in an instant.
No, it wasn’t vanishing.
It was because he was too fast!
So fast that the retina couldn’t catch up, even faster than the speed of sound.
Boom!
Following that, a giant delayed blast erupted in the air above the roof terrace.
Fang Cheng was surrounded by a visible ring of white conical shockwave clouds.
That was the proof of breaking the sound barrier with his body.
In an instant, a golden-flamed Iron Fist had already reached Ghost Scythe’s face.
No tricks, just extreme speed and strength.
In the seemingly casual dialogue just now, Fang Cheng had already covertly completed the Kirin Arm’s charge-up, entering the Dominating Body state of a true man for five seconds.
Preparing for this moment of thunderous strike.
No matter what abilities the opponent possessed, strike first to ensure the enemy is killed in one blow!
"Too fast!"
Standing opposite, Ghost Scythe’s pupil shrank into pinpoints, his brain didn’t even have time to send a dodging command.
His body relied purely on battle-hardened instinct to position the specially designed alloy dagger horizontally in front of his chest to block.
At the instant Iron Fist connected with the dagger.
Time seemed to infinitely stretch in this moment.
Clang—
The dagger that accompanied Ghost Scythe for years, drinking blood countless times, twisted and deformed like a noodle upon contact with the punch.
Following that, the metal structure couldn’t withstand the terrifying kinetic energy enough to destroy steel armor.
In an instant, it shattered into countless crystalline fragments, scattering in all directions.
"C1, kinetic energy transfer!"
At the brink of life and death, Ghost Scythe frantically shouted in his mind.
The black mole between his eyebrows suddenly emitted a red glow, resembling an eerie eye opening in the darkness.
Fang Cheng’s fist continued unabated, carrying destructive ferocity as it struck Ghost Scythe’s crossed arms and chest.
However, at that instant, the air surrounding Ghost Scythe seemed to bizarrely distort.
The red light from his eyebrow even penetrated his skin, illuminating his skull.
And yet, at that instant.
Fang Cheng felt his fist enter an unfathomable vortex.
That force capable of blowing apart a block showed an inexplicable sense of draining at the moment it touched Ghost Scythe’s body.
The red glow radiating from Ghost Scythe’s eyebrow even penetrated his skin, illuminating his ghastly white skull.
The terrifying force of Fang Cheng’s punch was captured instantly by that "Evil Eye."
It’s like an extremely precise energy splitter converting the vast kinetic energy into some kind of high-frequency pulse.
Then, along Ghost Scythe’s sensory network, it was conducted directionally to the surrounding medium in an instant.
Feeling the void-like sensation from the punch, a cold gleam flashed through Fang Cheng’s eyes behind the mask.
"One punch isn’t enough?"
"Then how about a hundred punches!"
He didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Using the opportunity of close combat, his large back muscles contracted suddenly, and his arms turned into blurred afterimages.