Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1051 - 521:

"Ghost Scythe, I hope you’re not out of clay explosives yet."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the muscle of his recently scabbed-over leg tensed abruptly, emitting a faint sound like steel cables being twisted together.

Then, his right foot stomped heavily onto the rubble-strewn ground.

"Boom!"

A thunderous crash like muffled thunder.

The thick concrete slope underfoot instantly collapsed and fell, with web-like cracks frantically spreading outwards.

With this terrifying force as a springboard, Fang Cheng’s body once again broke through the sound barrier.

In the narrow ruins of the floor, he pulled out a visibly white shockwave.

Without a word, his fist swung out fiercely.

"Because, the warm-up session has just ended!"

This guy!

Ghost Scythe’s pupils contracted sharply, alarms blaring in his mind.

Logically, Fang Cheng’s severe injuries had just healed, and it should be the time when old strength is exhausted and new strength hasn’t been born yet.

He had originally planned to take advantage of Fang Cheng’s unstable injury, pulling back to cover with firepower and viciously go for the kill.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was a downright madman!

He disregarded the fragility of his newly healed tissues, audaciously attacking while injured, upending expectations!

"Boom—!"

Another earth-shattering explosion.

The violent wind of his punch brought along rubble, directly smashing the pillar where Ghost Scythe had taken shelter.

Ghost Scythe just managed to sway his body backward, narrowly dodging the human cannonball.

He swiftly retreated into the darkness and smoke.

"Trying to run? No way!"

Fang Cheng roared, his foot smashing the ground to pieces.

His entire being, like a shell being fired, ignored gravity’s constraints, zigzagging through the vertical passage in hot pursuit.

His bare, muscle-bound body moved with a savage fluidity.

You would never guess that minutes ago, this was a body nearly severed at the thigh by molten metal.

Though Ghost Scythe’s movements were bizarre and extremely fast, like an agile bat,

he still couldn’t completely evade Fang Cheng’s relentless barrage in such a tight space.

Occasionally, a punch like a battering ram or a heavy leg like a hydraulic pile driver would land viciously on his body with a sharp sound of air splitting.

The terrifying force unleashed, concrete walls crumbled like cookies, debris flying everywhere.

Fortunately, those already scattered clay spiders always followed him like loyal guards within a few dozen meters.

At this moment, they demonstrated an astonishing auto-defense mechanism.

Not requiring much of Ghost Scythe’s attention to control.

These alchemical creations, equipped with simple biological instincts, would spring forward as soon as they sensed a deadly threat to their master.

They hurled themselves at Fang Cheng’s swinging fists and feet, resolutely exploding upon contact.

"Boom boom boom—"

Intense flashes of fire erupted between the two, forming barriers of high-temperature shockwaves.

Using this to delay the muscular monster’s relentless advance and forcibly mitigate the impact force capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones.

Ghost Scythe, under the cover of the continuous explosions, retreated frantically.

Glancing at the damaged staircase shaft, he jumped directly to the lower floor.

The interior of this unfinished building was a maze of broken walls and exposed rebar.

Originally, this terrain was an ideal battleground for mutants like him, nimble and capable of long-range firepower coverage.

Unexpectedly, now it completely failed to play to his advantage.

"Damn it! Does this guy feel no pain?!"

Ghost Scythe rolled on landing, looking up at the figure smashing through walls, illuminated by the light of explosions. His eye corner twitched frantically.

By now, he was fully awake.

What "burst state"? What "golden turtle shell"?

This monster before him didn’t need those flamboyant abilities.

Even in normal conditions, the power, speed, and defense of this body were enough to crush him, an S-Class power user, in every aspect.

Actually, you couldn’t blame Ghost Scythe for insufficient preparation before the mission.

Even though the organization had evaluated the combat level of the target and provided relevant intelligence data,

facing this kind of monster in reality still exceeded the predicted upper limit.

The feeling was akin to a hunter wielding a rifle, thinking he was going to hunt a lone wolf.

Yet, when pushing aside the bushes, a starving tyrannosaur emerged instead.

It’s important to understand that in the hierarchy within the mutant circle, pure body enhancers often rank at the bottom.

Due to their lack of long-range methods and mysterious abilities, they usually become living targets in actual combat, played effortlessly by other power users.

Had Ghost Scythe not successfully implanted the "Eye of the Abyss Demon Lizard" on his forehead,

relying merely on a physique several times stronger than ordinary people, he would have had no right to fight against A-Class or higher-level experts.

Let alone being one of the three aces of the Black Shark Organization and being absorbed as a core member of the Ideal Land.

Yet the creature before him possessed overwhelming strength and speed, along with a horrifyingly extreme regeneration ability.

This totally defied common logic.

At this moment, Ghost Scythe was clearly being toyed with.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Another round of violent explosions.

Blinding flames lit up the dim floor as bright as day.

Occasionally, escaping high-temperature rays sliced open Fang Cheng’s skin, sending a spray of blood flying.

The burnt stench of carbonized flesh filled the air.

Yet Fang Cheng didn’t even flinch.

This searing pain transmitted clearly through his body, but instead of retreating,