Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1134 - 554
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
A profound hush.
Utter stillness, like the grave.
That single blow had plunged the entire rooftop terrace into complete quiet.
Only the raging wind kept howling, causing the massive metal emblem to groan.
The swirling dust slowly came to rest, blanketing the remains of what was once a hulking mass of flesh.
A thick, metallic scent of blood wafted through the air, harshly assaulting everyone's senses.
The onlookers stayed frozen in their spots, resembling lifeless sculptures.
Their eyes bulged and mouths hung open as they gawked at the youthful figure amid the crimson pool.
Minds went empty, breaths forgotten in the shock.
The event unfolded so swiftly, so brutally, shattering all their preconceptions.
"Oh my..."
Fatty Hu slumped against the bent railing, his throat bobbing hard.
Among those gathered, he alone grasped the full horror of that flesh-devouring beast most intensely.
Just moments before, he'd staked his life, ending up with a shattered arm, cracked ribs across his chest, clinging to survival by a thread.
The creature's muscles felt like forged iron, its power resembling a rampaging machine.
Yet now, the brute that had toyed with him like a plaything lay skewered by one devastating punch?
"So powerful... Is the Chairman even human anymore? Maybe he's some kind of cyborg?"
Fatty Hu smeared the grimy blood from his face, whispering to himself.
"I feel the exact same."
Fei Ying had crept up unnoticed, clutching his wounded, oozing flank, huddling near Fatty Hu.
The mischief usually lighting his features had vanished, replaced by raw astonishment, his tone ethereal:
"That strike embodied pure savage beauty... Wow, next to Big Bear, the Chairman strikes me as the real freak."
They locked eyes, mutual respect and reverence shining through.
At least this beast was on their side.
From behind the shattered barriers.
Old Chen, tense until now, found his jaw dropped wide enough for an egg to roll in.
His gaze sparkled as he fixed on Fang Cheng, quietly gauging the young leader's prowess.
The initial strike generated a sonic boom, slamming the Bloodthorn Leader with potent Telekinesis and leaving heavy wounds.
The follow-up came quicker than sight could track, boring straight through the colossal flesh heap.
This went beyond mere boosts in power or velocity; it screamed A-Class or higher in both.
Layered together, it unleashed havoc exceeding typical S-Class abilities.
Even scarier was his resilience.
Against a Telekinesis whirlwind that pulverized stone to dust, the Chairman endured bare-handed, unscathed.
Regarding the golden aura cloaking his form,
it might stem from peak physical augmentation or a unique protective ability.
Old Chen drew in a sharp breath, mind flashing to the Professor's pitch during his enlistment.
"The Chairman possesses unparalleled might. Bare knuckles alone can crush S-Class foes."
At the time, he'd dismissed it as hype.
Today, it appeared the Professor had understated the truth.
"This goes far beyond unparalleled..."
Old Chen balled his hands, fervor igniting in his stare.
He's nothing short of a steel-forged engine of destruction!
While Old Chen buzzed with thrill, Eagle Eye next to him stayed crouched in his firing stance.
Peering through the lens, he witnessed details sharper than all.
The punch's piercing force outdid even the heavy sniper rifle he gripped.
Eagle Eye managed a wry grin. He'd long viewed himself as among the elite marksmen globally.
Yet facing Fang Cheng, truth dawned.
The marksmanship he'd boasted about crumbled like a twig against such raw dominance.
While the Illuminati reveled in delight and disbelief, the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps shivered in a frozen abyss of dread.
Amid the debris under the water tank.
The Masked Guest collapsed among shattered stones, his features contorted under the disguise.
"Big Bear... gone?"
His fingers shook faintly, rejecting the harsh fact.
Big Bear was his kin, his ultimate creation in human weaponry.
Long ago, in forgotten ruins, the man had stumbled upon and consumed an odd berry.
Though it stole his reason, turning him into a cannibalistic horror, fortune smiled, granting him unmatched physical transformation.
In mutant society, Body Enhancers ranked low, seen as crude brawlers.
Big Bear stood apart; pure brawn alone earned him A+ rating.
When he tapped his primal fury, he matched S-Class threats blow for blow.
His freakish sinews withstood blasts from explosive rounds.
But today, he crumpled like flimsy parchment under a thrust?
The Masked Guest ground his teeth, shock and resentment blazing in his eyes.
With his ace vanished, reversal seemed impossible.
Escape, or press on?
In his drained, spent condition, rising felt beyond him.
Turmoil swirled in his thoughts until he jerked his head up, spotting a figure on the rooftop's eastern edge.
Black Mamba, poised for a sneak attack, stood rigid.
He resembled a serpent halted mid-lunge, locked in assault form.
As his sight hit Big Bear's gutted body, tracing the spilled guts, the grip on his Dagger quivered beyond control.