Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1123 - 550
Rip—
The Butterfly Knife and Dagger clashed, sparking dazzling flashes.
"Then you’ll die first!"
Black Mamba missed the strike, but instead of retreating, he flipped his wrist.
The dagger slid down Fei Ying’s blade, executing a sinister "Unsheathed Throat Slashing".
"You’ll die first!"
Fei Ying retorted, his eyes suddenly shining bright.
He leaned back slightly, the Butterfly Knife swiftly lifted up, using a standard "Reverse Blade Counterattack" to forcibly deflect the attack.
He then slid forward, closing the distance.
Although Black Mamba’s figure couldn’t be seen, Fei Ying attacked blindly towards the direction of airflow disturbance and the flicker of blade light, relying on years of life-and-death combat instincts.
They instantly tangled together, their blades transforming into a flurry of cold flashes, each strike aiming directly at vital points.
The sound of clashing metal rang like raindrops, with each exchange teetering on the brink of life and death, where a slight mistake could lead to a bloody end.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.
Perched atop the water tank, Fire Dragon wasn’t idle either.
His eyes were red, and the two balls of orange-red flame in his palms had expanded to the size of basketballs.
The intense heat cracked the surrounding air with loud snaps, making even the view distorted and blurred.
Just as he locked onto his target and raised his hands to hurl these high-explosive fireballs towards the center of the Illuminati formation.
Bang!
A crisp gunshot rang out, detonating a moment earlier.
Eagle Eye, steady as a statue, held the heavy sniper rifle, the muzzle spitting deadly fire.
The bullet erupted from the chamber, tracing a supersonic arc through the air, heading straight for Fire Dragon’s brow.
Though not a Body Enhancer, as a seasoned mercenary, Fire Dragon had a beastly instinct for danger.
At the crack of the gunshot, he forcibly twisted his waist and leaped sideways off the water tank.
The two fireballs in his hands turned into two crimson arrows, whistling towards the bullet that nearly simultaneously swerved.
Boom!
The first fireball collided with the bullet mid-air, exploding into a spectacular firework.
The other fireball skillfully maneuvered past the smoke and charged relentlessly towards Eagle Eye’s face.
Seeing the flames about to devour him, Eagle Eye remained calm.
He displayed astonishing agility, unfitting of his sniper role, choosing tactical rolls over standing his ground.
Hugging the sniper rifle weighing dozens of kilograms, he performed several nimble tactical rolls on the ground.
His movements were as light as a clever lynx.
Boom!
The fireball exploded at his previous spot, sending debris flying.
Eagle Eye had perfectly evaded the blast radius.
Before he fully stabilized his posture, his sniper rifle was already against his shoulder.
He chambered, loaded, aimed.
Actions flowed seamlessly, with no pause.
Bam!
Another shot fired.
But due to the high-speed evasive maneuvers, Eagle Eye was slightly distracted, and the shot drifted off course.
The bullet’s arc wasn’t tricky enough, grazing Fire Dragon’s thigh.
Clang!
A deep bullet hole marred the water tank, releasing a gushing column of water.
Fire Dragon, also lacking the time to adjust, was forced into a difficult position by the relentless sniping.
The flames in his hands were either used to intercept the incoming bullets or flung aside, igniting sparks upon hitting the cement ground.
Both continuously maneuvered and shot while dodging counterattacks.
Both bore a mindset of seizing the attack, trying to disrupt the other’s rhythm and suppress them with their firepower.
What seemed like a long-range exchange was riskier than the hand-to-hand combat between Fei Ying and Black Mamba.
Meanwhile, Fatty Hu, who’d just dodged a sneak attack from behind, was now charging towards the cage in front.
The Masked Guest watched coldly, appearing unaffected.
He didn’t act but merely raised a hand, pointing forward, signaling the muscular beast standing beside the cage:
"Big Bear, tear this guy apart for me!"
Receiving the leader’s combat signal, Big Bear’s eyes blazed red, his mouth curving into a cruel grin.
He let out a roar that shook the roof terrace, his massive body crouching slightly.
Then, like a starting war chariot, he barreled towards Fatty Hu with unstoppable momentum.
"Bring it on!"
Instead of being frightened, Fatty Hu was delighted, shouting out loud, his muscles tensed and bulging.
He seemed to grow a size larger, charging straight ahead without dodging.
Thud—
The two mountains of flesh fiercely collided once more, the heavy crash echoing louder than the surrounding gunfire and explosions.
This time, Fatty Hu felt a tremendous force hit him, knocking him back four or five steps.
He inhaled sharply, secretly alarmed.
Why did this guy suddenly go berserk? His strength is even greater than before!
Fatty Hu shook his numbed arm, eyes rolling slightly, deciding not to confront head-on. Instead, he turned to flee, taunting:
"You big oaf, didn’t you eat? Come catch me, Grandpa!"
Roar!
As expected, Big Bear was infuriated, taking heavy steps to pursue.
By now, both the Illuminati and the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps had three members each engaged in battle, fighting in pairs.
Only Old Chen and the Bloodthorn Leader, the Masked Man remained on standby.
Old Chen relied on his sound location skills, continuously reporting positions to Fei Ying, assisting him in hunting the hidden Black Mamba.
Suddenly, his hair stood on end, sensing an extremely chilling gaze focused on him.
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