Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1057 - 523: Meteor

The entire derelict building area felt like scattered Lego pieces on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they had already broken through a height of three hundred meters.

The intense weightlessness from this rapid ascent could easily cause anyone with a fear of heights to faint on the spot.

"White Owl, what the hell are you trying to do, you madman?"

Ghost Scythe’s heart trembled as he shouted against the howling wind:

"You can’t even fly; even if you manage to kill me, how will you get back to the ground? Do you want to die with me?"

But Fang Cheng seemed oblivious, ignoring his roaring complaints.

He simply swung his fists left and right, swiftly pummeling the opponent’s head relentlessly.

His bare upper-body muscles gleamed with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.

With every punch, the "ghost face" on his back twisted fiercely, as if changing from crying to a sinister grin.

He was using extreme physical strength to gain more thrust.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang——"

The punching speed accelerated, transforming into countless golden afterimages.

Intense sonic booms echoed in the high sky as if a fighter jet was skimming above the city.

"Madman! You’re a madman!"

Ghost Scythe cursed through gritted teeth, feeling his internal organs shifting under the intense overload.

He desperately controlled the clay wings, trying to adjust the thruster nozzles and change the flight trajectory.

But under Fang Cheng’s storm-like barrage of blows, a massive amount of kinetic energy kept pouring in, causing him to lose all control over the flight posture.

He was like a thruster stuck on full throttle, forced to carry this harbinger upward toward the profound and boundless sky.

Through the thin clouds, looking down, the battlefield of ruined buildings became a negligible flashpoint.

The distant bustling East Capital night scene transformed into a dazzling yet blurred network of lights.

Countless cars, tiny as dust, kept shuttling back and forth.

Meanwhile, the altitude of this human rocket continued to soar.

Three hundred fifty meters... four hundred meters... five hundred meters...

The surrounding air became thin, and the sharp whistle of the wind stabbed the eardrums.

The temperature plummeted sharply with the rising altitude.

A thin layer of frost started forming on Ghost Scythe’s body.

Every breath felt like inhaling ice shards, causing tremendous pain.

To maintain the high-load flight form of the wings, the clay armor enveloping his body began to writhe, endlessly replenishing the loss to the wings.

His defense was gradually being stripped away, exposing the fragile flesh beneath.

"Stop... Stop now!"

Ghost Scythe’s gaze into the bottomless darkness below finally snapped the string of reason.

All tactics, all skills became complete jokes in the face of absolute strength and this reckless fighting style.

"If we go any higher, once we lose power, we’ll both crash into meat paste!"

"No matter how tough your body is, it can’t withstand a fall from this height!"

Ghost Scythe’s face was deathly pale, squeezing out hoarse screams from his throat, trying hard to negotiate:

"How about... we go back to the ground first? I give up! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!"

However, what responded to him was yet another iron fist heavier than the last.

And a voice as cold as ice:

"Your fuel seems to be running out."

Fang Cheng’s expression was exceptionally focused, his pupils like two clusters of flickering golden flames.

In his eyes were only layers of exploding clay and Ghost Scythe’s increasingly distorted face.

Meanwhile, this special "human rocket" continued to defy Earth’s gravity and ascended.

Six hundred meters... seven hundred meters... eight hundred meters...

At the moment, Fang Cheng and Ghost Scythe had penetrated through the lower part of the troposphere over the city.

The two seemed to have collided into a world of gray chaos.

Surrounding them were thick clouds and chaotic air currents, just a step away from the thousand-meter altitude.

The noise from the ground had vanished entirely, replaced by the unique dead silence and terrifying wind pressure of high altitudes.

Except for a few raptors, typical creatures could not survive here.

Ghost Scythe’s vision started to blur, a precursor to severe oxygen deprivation.

While the monster before him, with a naked body, continued emitting astonishing heat, his sweat evaporating into white smoke as soon as it appeared.

Trailing long white traces in the cold wind, like a fully operational steam machine.

It was the extreme circulation of blood and qi, with mitochondria frantically working inside, generating waste heat.

Meanwhile, the layers of clay armor enveloping Ghost Scythe had nearly exhausted.

Without continual explosive replenishment, the wings on his back began to wobble, with clear signs of disintegration at the edges.

The interwoven blue and red tail flame gradually dimmed.

The vertical pupil on his forehead cracked open.

Black and red tears streamed down and slid along his face.

Clearly, his spiritual power was already severely overdrawn, beyond the limits his body could endure.

Intimidation, persuasion, begging for mercy...

Ghost Scythe had used almost every method, yet he could not shake off Fang Cheng’s relentless pursuit.

This man never intended to let him land alive from the start.

Seeing that escape was impossible, his near-death despair transformed instantly into primal madness.

"Okay... since you want to die, let me fulfill your wish!"

Ghost Scythe’s eyes were bloodshot, his once fearful expression now twisted and ferocious.

Then he gathered his last ounce of spiritual energy, letting out a roar like that of a trapped animal fighting desperately:

"Let’s all go to Hell together!!!"

At the moment he reached nearly a kilometer high, Ghost Scythe abandoned all defensive capabilities.

He reversed the energy circuit of the Demon Lizard Evil Eye, detonating all remaining spiritual power within him, along with the tattered clay wings on his back, in an instant.

"C5, Final Explosion!"

Without any prelude.

An explosion brighter than the sun erupted in the cold winds of a kilometer high in the sky.

The terrifying heat and shockwaves instantly consumed everything around.

The raging energy expanded outward, tearing apart and evaporating the clouds in high altitude, creating a hole several hundred meters in diameter.

At the center of the explosion, Ghost Scythe’s body was pulverized, turning into dust scattered in all directions, leaving not even a fragment behind.

But precisely 0.01 seconds before the explosion occurred.

The golden flames within Fang Cheng erupted without reserve, illuminating his entire body.

In that instant, they transformed into a tangible golden barrier, securely shielding him within.

"Boom——————"

A giant mushroom cloud bloomed in the night sky of East Capital City.

Fang Cheng’s entire body was violently blown several hundred meters away by the blast wave, losing all upward momentum.

Under the pull of gravity, enveloped in the remaining golden flames and billowing black smoke, he plummeted through the sky.

Like a meteor from the heavens, with a piercing whistle, he headed straight for the brightly lit city.

..................

In the overgrown area surrounding the unfinished building.

"My God..."

Standing atop a car, Xu Hao’s binoculars slipped from his hand, clattering onto the hood and rolling twice.

He stood in a daze, looking up at the terrifyingly beautiful fireball in the sky, unable to close his mouth.

"Xiao... Brother Xiaoshuai, did you see that? The boss... turned into fireworks?"

Standing beside him, Xiao Shuai also held up his binoculars, his hands slightly trembling, forcing himself to remain calm:

"Don’t talk nonsense! The president is a god-like figure, how could he die?"

Despite saying this, he couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes.

At that altitude, after an explosion of that magnitude...

Even if he were an Iron Fist Arhat, he’d be vaporized, right?

Earlier, there was an earth-shattering battle at the unfinished building.

Then the entire structure collapsed like a pile of blocks, fire blazing into the sky.

They even saw the two combatants chase each other into the sky.

In shock, they’d gotten out of the car to get a better view.

Yet they hadn’t expected the battle to evolve this way, ending with an unprecedented aerial explosion.

Amidst their bewilderment and worry.

"Huh?"

Xu Hao suddenly rubbed his eyes, pointing beneath the still dissipating mushroom cloud, exclaiming:

"Is that a meteor?"

"Meteor?"

Xiao Shuai quickly adjusted the focus, aiming the lens at the rapidly falling light point.

In the next second, his pupils contracted sharply, as if seeing something unimaginable.

Then, his face filled with joy, he shouted uncontrollably:

"It looks like... the president!"

In the lens, there appeared a humanoid figure engulfed in golden flames.

That figure, trailing a long tail of black smoke, was plummeting from a kilometer high in the sky towards the ground with an incredibly wild posture.

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