Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1124 - 550:

Old Chen quickly stepped back, turning his head abruptly.

He saw that the man wearing the clown mask was staring at him intently across the chaotic battlefield.

The feeling was like being targeted by a venomous cobra, sending chills down his spine.

At that moment, a cry of pain echoed not far away.

It turned out Fire Dragon, in his frequent evasions, finally exposed a flaw, getting his thigh hit by a bullet from Eagle Eye, blood gushing, stumbling in his step.

The Masked Guest’s attention was immediately drawn to the battle there, his gaze suddenly becoming incomparably sharp.

He raised his hands, his fingers forming a grip.

An invisible wave of telekinesis surged forth.

"Whoosh!"

A rusty abandoned steel pipe nearby rose into the air as if out of nowhere, like a javelin tearing through the air, straight at Eagle Eye who was still aiming.

"Eagle Eye, watch your head!"

Old Chen’s eardrums vibrated intensely, and as soon as he sensed the direction of the telekinetic surge, he immediately shouted a warning.

Eagle Eye reacted swiftly, not even looking, he clutched his gun and dived sharply to the side, rolling on the spot.

"Clang!"

The steel pipe accelerated by telekinesis grazed his scalp, piercing deep into the concrete ground with terrifying kinetic energy.

The tail end quivered violently, emitting a humming resonance.

If he had been half a second slower, his body would likely have been penetrated.

However, before Eagle Eye could catch his breath.

A scorching wave of fire swept toward him.

Fire Dragon, enduring his leg injury, seized the moment when Eagle Eye was recovering from one force and yet to generate another, raising his hand to throw a basketball-sized explosive fireball.

Eagle Eye’s pupils contracted, he couldn’t afford to get up, using his waist and abdomen’s strength to force a roll on the rubble-strewn ground.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded at his feet, the blast sending him flying, crashing heavily into a guardrail wall.

"Cough, cough..."

Eagle Eye clutched his chest, attempting to struggle to his feet.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three sharp whistles rang out in the air once again.

Three more steel pipes shot up under the Masked Guest’s control, forming a triangle pattern, completely sealing off all escape routes for Eagle Eye.

This time, he had almost no way to dodge.

The Masked Guest from afar watched with indifferent eyes, his fingers gently pressing down as if crushing an annoying insect.

He was apparently dissatisfied with his subordinates’ performance, intending to personally take action and eliminate the most threatening Eagle Eye first.

He didn’t even give Old Chen a second glance.

In his eyes, this middle-aged man in an old jacket was just an auxiliary person reporting positions, posing no threat at all.

Seeing this situation, Old Chen’s heart raced wildly.

He knew his combat ability was weak.

If Eagle Eye was killed, and Fire Dragon was completely unleashed, the Illuminati’s defense line would instantly collapse.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, though only a moment passed in reality.

Old Chen gritted his teeth, and a resolute glint flashed in his weathered eyes.

"Fight it!"

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling, instantly mobilizing all his strength to his throat.

Then he opened his mouth wide in the direction of the Masked Guest.

"Hah—"

An infrasound wave, undetectable to human ears, spread out like ripples.

Transparent ripples expanded in the air, the dust along the way instantly shattered into powder, forming an invisible tidal wave, fiercely striking at the Masked Guest.

The Masked Guest, about to decisively kill, suddenly wavered.

He felt his brain buzzing, as if filled with countless flies.

The telekinesis that had been under perfect control momentarily became chaotic.

The three steel pipes shooting at Eagle Eye halted slightly in mid-air, causing a shift in their trajectories.

Eagle Eye was no ordinary person either, seizing this fleeting opportunity.

With his formidable physical prowess, he dove in a roll, quickly reaching a nearby water tank.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The steel pipes embedded themselves into the wall, narrowly missing their true target, sending rubble flying.

The force was astonishing, yet it failed to harm the actual target.

The Masked Guest steadied his spirit, slowly turned his head.

For the first time, the deep eyes beneath the mask earnestly focused on this unnoticeable middle-aged man.

"Sonic attack?"

He tilted his head, a hint of surprise in his tone:

"Looks like I need to squash this noisy fly first."

Old Chen quickly retreated to Eagle Eye’s side, leaning against the cold metal of the water tank, panting heavily.

Eagle Eye clasped his sniper rifle, exchanged a glance with him, and they instantly understood each other.

The two of them pressed close to the water tank on either side, planning to use it as cover and team up once more against the Masked Guest, the greatest threat.

For a moment, the entire Roof Terrace was in chaos.

Explosions blazed, blades glinted, roars and gunfire interwove, the sides locked in fierce combat.

No one noticed.

Just as the Illuminati and Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps were fully engaged in this intense skirmish.

At the edge of the eastern side of the building’s rooftop.

A shadow silently flipped over the guardrail wall, landing silently on the concrete floor.

He wore a black hoodie with the hood pulled low, obscuring his face.

His movements were as light as a ghost, his steps landing as if weightless.

It was as if he had been floating in the high altitude all along, only now, under the cover of the chaos, stealthily infiltrating the battlefield.

He deftly maneuvered over the corpses on the ground, advancing quietly along the shadows of the water tank and ventilation ducts.

Finally, he approached noiselessly to the metal cage near the lightning rod’s base.

Inside the cage, Shen Wei was originally in so much pain his consciousness was blurry, in a semi-unconscious state.