Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1044 - 518:

"Oh? You’re actually not dead yet?"

Looking at Ghost Scythe standing back up, Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He was very aware of the weight behind his punch just now.

The Kirin Arm was charged, combined with the support of the Domineering Body state, along with the terrifying kinetic energy that broke the sound barrier.

Not to mention a person, even a fully loaded heavy truck would be blown into pieces in an instant.

The opponent was not only not dead, but there wasn’t even a noticeable penetration wound.

Fang Cheng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the charred black marks left on his fist.

Then he looked up, gazing at the blood-colored eye on Ghost Scythe’s forehead, thoughtfully:

"I see."

"First were the consecutive explosions nearby, then the violent explosion downstairs..."

Thoughts raced through his mind, a sharp gleam flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes.

The tactile sensation of his fist at that moment was very peculiar.

The punch felt strange, as if it moved into a vortex of nothingness.

The strength was forcibly directed towards other objects by some mechanism, similar to the legendary "Beating the Bull from a Distance."

But this transmission obviously wasn’t without cost, and it had strict medium limitations.

Fang Cheng’s vision passed over Ghost Scythe’s shoulder, landing on the half-open toolbox behind him, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly:

"Your ability requires consuming those special clays, right? And... it seems you don’t carry much of it with you."

"Shut up!"

Ghost Scythe barked sharply, feeling a sudden drop in his heart.

The shock of having his trump card instantly seen through was quickly replaced by an angry shame.

As a core member of the Ideal Land, the ace assassin of the Black Shark Organization, when had he ever been beaten down like a child?

He wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at his opponent, who had returned to a "frail" physique.

At this moment, the golden flame on Fang Cheng had dissipated.

That terrifying oppression that made it hard to breathe had also vanished.

Standing there, he looked like a mere office worker with no strength to truss a chicken.

"Heh heh..."

Ghost Scythe suddenly laughed neurotically, his previous dread rapidly ebbing away.

"Looking at you now, you must have entered a weakened state, right?"

"Yes, such an inhuman state can’t possibly be maintained indefinitely."

He straightened his back, stretching his muscles and bones.

After enduring Fang Cheng’s ferocious attack, his confidence inexplicably increased.

"Although your ability has strong explosive power, it’s nothing more than Cheng Yaojin’s three-axe strikes. Once the time passes, you’re just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

"And I haven’t used my full strength yet."

Ghost Scythe smirked, cracking his knuckles:

"You had your fun beating me; now it’s my turn!"

Facing Ghost Scythe’s cold taunts, Fang Cheng did not respond, his expression remained calm.

It seemed as if the muscle-bound guy violently beating his opponent earlier wasn’t him.

He didn’t even spare Ghost Scythe a glance, instead, he slowly walked to the side and bent down to pick up the blue canvas bag hidden in the corner.

Under Ghost Scythe’s puzzled gaze.

Fang Cheng casually swung the bag containing the "top-secret documents," throwing it out of the abandoned building like trash.

"Clatter——"

The canvas bag tumbled into the dark abyss, disappearing into the vast night.

Immediately after, something appeared in his hand.

A white Evil Ghost Mask.

Fang Cheng calmly secured the mask onto his face.

When his eyes reopened through the mask’s holes, a purer and more intense killing intent instantly locked onto Ghost Scythe.

Ghost Scythe stared at the mask, stark white and chilling beneath the moonlight, with its flickering scarlet eyes.

His pupils contracted sharply, a realization dawning on him.

That appearance, those eyes...

"The white Evil Ghost Mask... the golden flames..."

He gasped in shock, his voice becoming shrill from extreme astonishment:

"So, you’re the White Owl?!"