Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1132 - 553:
Big Bear even crouched down low, emitting a deep rumble from deep in his throat, his gaze locked onto Fang Cheng’s neck, the weak point.
He appeared ready to leap forward at any instant and rip apart the target’s body.
While watching Fang Cheng’s responses, the Masked Guest addressed him in gentle voice.
As a mercenary operating on the international stage, constantly facing death in bloody combats, he understood this more than most.
The events of today were bound to turn violent since the foe was obviously aiming at him.
It was preferable to launch the first assault instead of standing idle and getting hit.
His allies were set up, and Fang Cheng looked to be sidetracked by his speech.
The grin faded from the Masked Guest’s eyes in a flash, his stare sharpening with intensity as he suddenly yelled:
"Since we can’t come to terms, then perish!"
His shout hadn’t fully escaped when he lifted his arms upward, fists suddenly gripping tight.
Boom!
A tremendous surge of Spiritual Telekinesis erupted like a raging torrent.
Enormous amounts of building rubble, chunks of concrete, snapped metal rods, and jagged bits of glass hovering in the air got caught up in a clear Telekinesis whirlwind.
The whirlwind twisted like a sudden cyclone, roaring with devastation as it slammed toward Fang Cheng.
Its spinning speed was incredibly rapid.
The pieces of concrete kept rubbing against one another, producing a grating noise that set teeth on edge, slowly getting pulverized into dust.
Within moments, it turned into a murky dust storm, blotting out the dark sky, and even the faint glow from the signboard vanished entirely.
The whole rooftop area sank into turbulent blackness.
Right in the heart of the gale, Fang Cheng looked as if he’d been tossed into a massive abrasive machine, facing relentless scouring from every angle, vanishing from view.
"Such power!"
Excitement filled Fire Dragon’s eyes as he watched, the pain from his leg wound temporarily forgotten.
The leader’s Telekinesis Storm stood out as a signature move.
A vehicle hurled into it would get broken down into scraps in mere moments.
Let alone fragile human bodies.
That young guy must be finished!
"It’s finished..."
A cold dread gripped Fatty Hu and Fei Ying’s hearts, the fierce wind battering them so they couldn’t keep their eyes open.
They had no choice but to shield their faces with their arms, barely staying upright against the fierce blasts.
Old Chen and Eagle Eye, concealed behind the ruined barrier, wore ashen expressions, their spirits plummeting.
An assault of this magnitude surpassed what any person could endure.
Right as all believed Fang Cheng would be shredded to bits.
A beam of golden radiance sliced through the swirling gloom like a blade in the midst of debris chaos.
Followed by another, then yet another...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Innumerable brilliant golden rays brutally stabbed through the heavy veil of dirt, ripping the gale apart in an instant.
In that instant, a fierce sun seemed to ascend right in the middle of the tempest, lighting up the shadowy rooftop as clearly as daylight.
Instinctively, everyone narrowed their eyes and lifted hands to shield against the intense glare.
Dimly, they caught sight of a grand silhouette resembling a deity.
Amid the rapidly whirling shredder, Fang Cheng remained steadfast on his feet.
His entire body’s surface gleamed with a radiant golden sheen, like it was overlaid with golden lacquer, projecting an imposing grandeur.
The howling rods of steel and rocks, as they neared within inches of him, hit an invisible barrier of force, bounced away firmly by the throbbing golden aura.
Ding ding clang—
The barrage of collision noises blended together, erupting in brilliant flares, but failing to stir even a fold in his clothing.
"Is this all the strength your assault holds?"
Fang Cheng’s tone remained calm and powerful, cutting through the raging winds without effort, laced with open scorn:
"I’m genuinely somewhat let down."
His statement hadn’t fully sounded when he slammed his right foot down forcefully.
Boom!
The concrete floor below gave way right away, forming a two-meter crater, with cracks like spiderwebs racing outward wildly.
Leveraging this immense rebound, Fang Cheng propelled himself ahead like a golden projectile straight into the opposing whirlwind.
At the same time, the muscles in his right arm swelled swiftly, his sleeve ripping apart with a sharp tearing noise, shredding into fragments.
A fist that was much bulkier, with bulging sinews exposed to the breeze.
The outer layer of skin glowed with a fiery crimson, jets of white vapor bursting from the sweat glands.
The Kirin Arm, powered to maximum!
"This is bad!"
An immense force bore down on the Masked Guest as he sensed it approaching.
The figure charging at him resembled not a person, but a rampaging prehistoric beast.
Noticing the Telekinesis Storm failed to block the rush, sweat poured down the Masked Guest’s forehead, and he quickly pulled back the gale.
His arms swept forward, pulling together the dispersed Telekinesis to form see-through barriers in the atmosphere, attempting to slow the intruder’s momentum.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Three Telekinesis Barriers in a row cracked apart like fragile panes beneath Fang Cheng’s onslaught.
Fang Cheng’s form only slowed slightly, his velocity barely diminishing.
Death’s silhouette hung over the Masked Guest.
Gritting his teeth, the Masked Guest forced his mental energy to its peak.
He gave up on outer protections entirely, focusing the leftover spiritual force into a compact, dense barrier the size of a hand, guarding his torso.
At the same time, the mask of a clown on his face appeared to stir with life.
Its crimson markings started shifting, a blood-red force surging into the barrier, casting a sinister scarlet shine.
Bang!
The punch wrapped in steamy vapor smashed solidly into the crimson barrier.
A vast blast wave radiated outward from their clash point, kicking up swirling dirt clouds.