Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1049 - 520_3

At the center of this chaotic vortex, Fang Cheng’s figure resembled a fallen leaf.

As the air currents rapidly whirled, he protected his head with his arms, curled his body, trying to minimize the area under force, controlling his balance.

"The chance has come!"

Also in free fall, Ghost Scythe’s eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of ferocity.

This environment of no sky above, no earth below, is a dead-end for brute force fighters who rely solely on physical strength.

But for someone like him, with long-range capabilities, it’s a perfect shooting range.

He endured the intense dizziness caused by the fall, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and concentrated all his Spirit.

"C3, Concentrated Armor-Piercing Bullet!"

Two gray lines were suddenly flicked from his fingertips.

These were highly compressed special clay explosives, quickly molded into two cones in the air, directly shooting towards Fang Cheng across the way.

No giant fireball, no earth-shattering blast waves.

At the moment of detonation, the enormous energy was forcibly focused by the cone-shaped cover, spraying out two fine, extremely bright high-temperature rays.

This metal jet, utilizing the Monroe Effect, reaches speeds of over 10 Mach, which is more than 10 times the speed of sound.

The terrifying destructive power is enough to instantly melt through the armored side panels of a main battle tank.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two beams of deadly light tore through the darkness and dust, arriving in an instant.

In mid-air, Fang Cheng had no leverage, his entire body like an inverted live target.

Yet his eyes behind the mask showed not the slightest panic.

In this critical moment, the body that had been honed through countless trials demonstrated astounding control.

Against all odds, without any point of support, Fang Cheng managed to twist his spine like a moving dragon and executed an unbelievable Jujitsu move — "shrimp-like" crawl in the air.

The core muscles abruptly exploded, the hip joint folded impossibly to one side.

The whole person forcibly shifted several centimeters in the air.

"Sizzle!"

The first metal jet grazed his mask, silently slicing through the falling concrete prefab behind him like cutting tofu.

The cut section glowed red, molten concrete dripping like magma.

Fang Cheng’s figure continued unstopped, almost simultaneously executing a highly difficult backflip.

However, the second jet was ultimately too fast, the angle too elusive.

Despite his best efforts to twist his torso and avoid vital areas,

That terrifying deadly light still pierced through his right thigh.

Before the blood could bloom, it evaporated instantly in the high heat.

"A hit!"

Ghost Scythe’s eyes flashed with ecstatic joy.

He spread his form, finding an incompletely fractured side column among the chaotic falling rocks.

His limbs turned like barbed hooks, steadily gripping the surface of the concrete.

The whole person hung upside down like a black bat, hidden in the shadow of the ruin edge.

Looking at the area below, engulfed by smoke and dust, Ghost Scythe breathed heavily, a cruel smirk curved at the corner of his mouth.

This degree of metal jet, even a heavily armored vehicle could be punctured through.

White Owl, no matter how hard your body is, it’s after all flesh and blood. With the artery in your thigh melted, what will you fight me with?

"Boom—"

The last slab slammed down heavily, stirring up a skyful of dust.

This ruin, after experiencing violent collapse, finally fell into a brief dead silence.

Fang Cheng’s figure, along with the concrete blocks, also landed heavily on a diagonal surface on the twenty-ninth floor that hadn’t completely collapsed.

Dust filled the air, obscuring vision.

Ghost Scythe’s eyes were fixed on that position, waiting for the scene of the prey bleeding out and collapsing.

However, as the dust that blocked the view gradually dissipated, the scene that emerged made his heart skip a beat.

An inexplicable chill rushed to the top of the skull.

On the chaotic concrete slope, a tall figure stood out prominently.

There was no imagined collapse to the ground, nor any cries of agony.

Fang Cheng slowly emerged from the shadows.

Underneath that ghastly white Evil Ghost Mask, his eyes flickered with captivating scarlet light, like an Asura returning from Hell.

He lowered his head, glancing at the transparent blood hole in his right thigh.

It was a wound left by the instant penetration of the metal jet, with scorched edges, even revealing the inside’s stark white bone and severed tendons.

"A metal jet generated by concentrated explosion...quite powerful, indeed capable of breaking defense."

He seemed to be evaluating a trivial toy, his tone was eerily calm.

Yet, when Ghost Scythe’s gaze focused on that wound.

His pupils contracted sharply, discovering a scene that made his scalp tingle.

He saw countless granulations, writhing wildly like a swarm of insects.