Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1128 - 552
On the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building, gunfire exploded and flames erupted continuously.
The heavy scent of blood was carried by the high-altitude cold currents, drilling straight into people’s nostrils.
The peace that once reigned here was long gone, turning into a brutal gladiatorial arena.
Aside from the bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, there were charred marks everywhere left by explosions.
The concrete had been ripped apart by tremendous force, exposing the menacing steel reinforcements beneath.
The blinding LED cold lights pierced through the smoke, highlighting four struggling figures in dire straits.
The four new members of the Illuminati were now entirely trapped in an incredibly perilous situation.
Each of them bore wounds, their clothes slashed by sharp blades or scorched by flames, covered in dust and bloodstains.
They leaned against the crumbling walls, their breathing as heavy as bellows.
Yet even so, those few pairs of eyes still burned with an unyielding ferocity, locked onto the approaching enemy.
The collapse of the situation had happened just two minutes ago.
At first, with a surprise attack and a well-coordinated plan based on intelligence, they managed to suppress the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps’ arrogant momentum.
That was until the man in the clown mask officially joined the battle.
The Masked Guest didn’t even move his steps, just stood in the center of the battlefield.
The invisible yet terrifying telekinesis spread like tentacles, covering the entire expansive roof terrace.
He was like a ghost manipulating marionettes, wantonly disrupting everyone’s actions and toying with the balance of the battle.
Whenever the Illuminati members gained an advantage or attempted a counterattack, a formless force would intercept.
Bullets that should have hit were deflected, or attack routes were suddenly blocked.
This suppression, akin to a crushing superior force, instantly shattered the team’s collaborative advantage, plunging everyone into a quagmire where they could only passively endure attacks.
On the east side of the roof, Fatty Hu faced the most dangerous predicament.
The muscle-bound monster standing at 2.3 meters tall was simply a killing machine devoid of pain.
He didn’t use any fancy techniques, just barreled through recklessly, driven by beast-like savagery and brute strength.
Swinging his fists like pile drivers, they smashed down furiously with a whooshing sound.
Though Fatty Hu was immensely large compared to ordinary people, in the face of such monstrous strength, he could only retreat step by step.
He raised his arms to withstand a heavy blow, the bones in his forearms made a cracking sound under the strain, clearly fractured.
The enormous impact sent him stumbling back, blood instantly dripping from his mouth and staining his chin.
"Pah!"
Fatty Hu spat out the bloody foam from his mouth, the pain strangely inciting his savage nature as he cursed at the monster before him:
"You cannibal beast! Was your mother caught in a door when she gave birth to you?"
"A thing with muscle for brains, I’ll shatter your teeth today!"
Big Bear couldn’t understand his words but sensed the provocation from the tiny insect in front of him.
He responded with a simple and brutal punch.
Fatty Hu, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, roared and charged forward once more.
He attempted to use his body to restrain the terrifying monster’s movements, giving his teammates space to fight.
Elsewhere, Fei Ying was equally in dire straits.
A few rusty pipes, accelerated by telekinesis, shot towards him from a blind spot at javelin-like speed.
Locked in combat with Black Mamba, Fei Ying’s scalp tingled, instinctively wanting to dodge to the left.
But in the air to his left, the invisible Black Mamba waited, his poisoned dagger exuding a chill of death.
An invisible assassin in front, and concealed weapons controlled by telekinesis behind.
Fei Ying’s eye twitched, and dread filled his heart.
At this critical juncture, he forcibly twisted his waist, interrupting his momentum, his body bending backward in a grotesque posture.
The iron pipe grazed his nose, embedding into the concrete beside him.
Though he dodged the lethal blow, the dagger still sliced a deep and long gash below his ribs.
Blood instantly dyed his white T-shirt red, and the toxin seemed to be swiftly invading his veins, the numbness spreading to other parts of his waist and abdomen.
Fei Ying grunted in pain but had no time to clutch his wound.
Enduring the agony, he tapped his toes on the ground, spinning away like a top.
Simultaneously, his butterfly knife swung back, casting a silver curtain that forced the invisible enemy trying to press the attack to retreat.
"Damn it, how are we supposed to fight with someone siding against us!"
"I could’ve killed that black viper!"
Fei Ying wiped the blood off his face, feeling utterly frustrated.
His chest heaved violently, all the while guarding against unseen blades and evading the whirlwind of debris, his stamina rapidly waning.
Just then, a thunderous boom resounded from the north side of the roof, near the helipad.
The massive stainless steel water tank, under the assault of explosive fireballs, finally erupted completely.
Tons of tap water mixed with scalding hot steam gushed out in a white torrent.
Countless sharp metal fragments swept along, crashing down like a storm on the two men behind cover.
"Watch out!"
In a moment of crisis, Eagle Eye didn’t hesitate, yanking Old Chen toward a safer corner.
He took the brunt of the impact on his back.
Scalding water and jagged metal shards slammed into him violently.
Eagle Eye let out a muffled groan of pain, his body knocked to the ground by the force of the blow.