Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1135 - 554:
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
Black Mamba understood Big Bear's power better than anyone alive.
Within the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, his fearsome reputation even outshone that of their leader, the Masked Guest.
He'd seen it firsthand: Big Bear ripping a genuine black bear to pieces with nothing but his hands, and annihilating a full special forces unit while bullets rained down from machine guns.
Yet this horrifying beast got hurled away by a mere single strike?
Suppose that blow had unintentionally struck him instead...
Black Mamba gulped deeply, a icy shiver surging from his spine right up to the crown of his head.
"Still lost in your thoughts? Attack now, I'll support you with telekinesis!"
From amid the wreckage, the Masked Guest bellowed in fury.
While hacking up blood, he urgently summoned his leftover spiritual energy.
Invisible telekinetic power shot out like restraining chains, coiling firmly around Fang Cheng’s legs to limit his mobility.
"Black Mamba! Finish him off fast, or we're finished!!"
This shout yanked Black Mamba out of his daze.
He jolted alert, the terror in his gaze swiftly morphing into a desperate urge to survive no matter what.
Exactly at that moment, this beast had just fired off back-to-back blasts, his prior force depleted and fresh vigor not yet generated, plus he was now bound by the boss.
This represented the ultimate opportunity!
Go all out!
Black Mamba's form exploded forward, blurring into a dark shadow invisible to the eye.
The steel-cutting alloy dagger clutched in his palm whistled toward Fang Cheng’s rear with a sinister whine.
"I've got you!"
Black Mamba thrilled inwardly as the dagger's point struck true against the target's back muscles.
Yet.
Ding!
A sharp clang of metal on metal dashed his hopes.
The keen blade, after penetrating Fang Cheng’s flesh, encountered something like dense tire rubber, then slammed into solid steel.
The massive backlash jarred Black Mamba’s wrist, almost forcing him to drop the weapon.
"Wha... What the hell?!"
Black Mamba's eyes widened in shock and denial.
Could back muscles like these belong to a human? This had to be some robot pretending to be one, curse it!
A fatal premonition of peril seized Black Mamba's core instantly.
Acting on instinct, he shoved backward with his legs, pulling away in haste.
But he hadn't even moved half a pace when Fang Cheng, facing away, had already responded.
That arm slick with blood lashed rearward like a bolt of lightning, too swift to leave any blur.
Crack.
Black Mamba's withdrawing motion halted abruptly.
His throat was seized in a vise-like hold, feet dangling as his entire frame got lifted skyward.
Fang Cheng gradually twisted his head, a savage grin curling his lips.
Those golden eyes locked onto Black Mamba’s despair-filled stare:
"Want to give it a go yourself?"
"No... plea... "
Crack!
Fang Cheng offered no opportunity to complete the plea, simply twisting his wrist with ease.
A sharp snap echoed as Black Mamba’s head lolled to the side, devoid of life.
The spark in his eyes dimmed rapidly, reduced to just another lifeless fowl discarded by Fang Cheng atop the heap of bodies.
The massacre struck fast and wrapped up even quicker.
Silence briefly enveloped the rooftop terrace once more.
In under thirty seconds, two elite fighters from the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps lay dead, with another gravely wounded.
Fire Dragon, brimming with cockiness only moments before, now quaked in sheer terror.
The fire he'd summoned in his palms fizzled out unnoticed, knees shaking as he backed away gradually.
Only when his spine pressed against the barrier, with no more room to flee, did he wildly search the area around him.
Desperately seeking some crack to slip into, shielding him from the monster's sight.
Over on the Illuminati's front, the mood eased from strain to relief.
With the battle clearly won, expressions lit up with the bliss of dodging catastrophe.
Old Chen slumped down onto the ground, fumbling unsteadily for a mangled cigarette in his pocket, though he failed to ignite it.
His thoughts churned chaotically, a jumble of ideas racing through without forming any clear path.
"Is it finished?"
Fei Ying gulped, eyeing the butterfly knife he held, then the unblinking dead eyes of the fallen nearby.
He quietly tucked away his blade, giving a wry laugh to himself:
"I actually fretted that the Chairman might require backup, even scheming to jump in for support... Seems I worried unnecessarily."
"Oh man..."
Fatty Hu propped himself against the piping, ignoring the blood still leaking from his arm, and beamed like an idiot:
"With the Chairman's unbelievable might, I'd never keep pace no matter how long I trained. A single punch flattens more than just foes—even a tank would get demolished!"
He pumped his good arm with excitement, yelling at the top of his lungs:
"Who'd be bold enough to mess with our Illuminati from now on? Even the mightiest ruler couldn't withstand this!"
Eagle Eye stayed quiet, methodically setting aside his sniper rifle.
The rigidity in his posture at last fully dissolved.
Gazing at Fang Cheng’s figure, his icy gaze now held a fresh, wordless sentiment.
It resembled the faith of a devotee beholding a genuine deity, mixed with awe and yearning for such superhuman prowess.
Fang Cheng remained in place, head bowed, brows knitting faintly.
Eyeing the grimy blood and bits of gore clinging to his right arm, his features contorted in revulsion.
"So filthy."
He whispered under his breath.
In the instant that followed, golden flames erupted from the pores along his arm.
Hiss hiss hiss—
The intense heat vaporized the mess in a flash, scattering even the remnants of his torn sleeve as ash.
As the fire died down, his arm gleamed pristine and spotless once more, utterly immaculate.
Fang Cheng tested his wrist with a flex, then lifted his chin.
His stare settled on the Masked Guest crumpled in the rubble, and Fire Dragon quivering by the edge.
With that, he advanced, ready to finish off the remaining pair of foes.
From within the debris, the Masked Guest observed the unfolding horror in utter hopelessness.