Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1144 - 558_2

With determination hardening his resolve, he shot back a fierce glare:

"What are you staring at? Give it up!"

"The Swiss Bank password and the ancient ruins' entry point—I'll carry them to my death. I refuse to hand them over to a lowlife thief like you!"

Yet, his defiance lasted barely three seconds.

He hesitated, then his voice softened abruptly, clinging to his final shred of hope for survival:

"Unless... unless you've got a life-saving pill for me. If you spare my life, those earlier conditions... cough, cough... I might double them to show my thanks for the rescue."

"No life-saving pill here."

Fang Cheng shook his head, his voice earnest and straightforward:

"But I can offer you a shot at revenge with your own hands."

While saying this, he dipped into his backpack and drew forth a mask.

This was a pale, terrifying Evil Ghost Mask, featuring protruding fangs and a grotesque visage.

Set into its eye holes were a pair of crimson Rubies, glowing with a spooky radiance from the shadowy nook.

Slowly, Fang Cheng fitted the mask over his face.

Click.

The moment he wore it, his once serene expression transformed in an instant.

Savage bloodlust, wild ferocity, ruthless cruelty—endless descriptors swarmed his presence, resembling a demon freshly emerged from the underworld.

The Masked Guest stood frozen in shock.

Gazing upon this countenance far scarier than his clown mask, a shiver raced along his spine all the way to his scalp.

"You... what exactly do you intend?"

Fang Cheng bared a grin, revealing his stark white fangs.

Despite the mask's cover, that smirk looked exceptionally wicked.

He extended his hand, seizing the Masked Guest's unharmed arm with the ease of picking up a small bird.

"Didn't you wonder over the phone if my conditions reached for the stars?"

With a single arm's power, Fang Cheng hoisted the man, who tipped the scales at over a hundred pounds, effortlessly skyward.

"Since you're so eager to reach the heavens..."

"I'll launch you there right away for a proper chat with Captain Hu."

"Surprised, aren't you?"

The Masked Guest's eyes widened sharply, hit by a ridiculous notion flashing through his thoughts.

Could this guy be about to hurl me like a throwing knife?

He thrashed wildly, limbs kicking in mid-air, unleashing a shriek like a pig facing the butcher:

"No! Don't send me! Put me down!!"

"Relax now."

Fang Cheng gave his arm a shake, akin to gauging the heft for a shot put toss, his words laced with a touch of motivating cheer:

"You'll soon achieve your desire, passing away satisfied."

With those words, Fang Cheng abruptly clamped down on the Masked Guest's shoulder and leg, hoisting him up around the midsection.

Next, he drew in a profound breath.

His arm muscles bulged massively once more, flesh turning swiftly red, wisps of white vapor rising from the surface.

Vitality rushed forth in waves, his skeleton and sinews vibrating in harmony.

Muffled thuds rolled from within him, echoing like thunder bursting inside his torso.

Right then, a thick golden blaze erupted, swiftly wrapping his whole form.

The tattered rags clinging to him turned to drifting ash in a flash, exposing a chiseled physique forged like iron.

All that remained as attire was the custom red Bounce shorts.

"Ahhhh——"

Agonizing torment almost knocked out the gravely wounded Masked Guest, his skeleton creaking beneath the crushing force.

Fang Cheng's grip burned like a hot iron, hissing against the flesh where it touched, a scent of charred meat filling the air at once.

The Masked Guest flailed and fought back fiercely, yet against those vise-like holds, such efforts proved as pointless and comical as an infant shoving a armored vehicle.

Heat in the air around them spiked, vision warping and shimmering in the intense warmth.

In that instant, twin golden fires appeared to ignite deep within Fang Cheng's eyes.

Resembling a battle engine fully revved up, it radiated a choking, fearsome aura.

This occasion marked not a test, but total unleashing of strength.

Buzz Buzz Buzz——

A low whir of rotors thrummed from above.

The armed forces had apparently pinpointed their position.

The dark War Eagle shifted its aim, closing in anew from the flank.

Its shadowy barrel shone icily in the beam of the spotlight.

Another barrage of deadly projectiles, powerful enough to level the Roof Terrace, built up for release.

The moment arrived!

Fang Cheng's gaze sharpened, pushing down hard with his legs.

Boom!

The solid ground cracked apart immediately.

He burst from hiding as if vanishing and reappearing, planting himself solidly on the central helipad of the Roof Terrace, confronting the attack helicopter head-on.

Inside the cockpit, Captain Hu, poised to command the strike, went rigid.

He spotted the bare-bodied man who had leaped forth abruptly, donning a fearsome Evil Ghost Mask, clutching a struggling person in his grasp.

"What... what is that guy's plan?"

Taking in the sight unfolding, a profoundly bizarre and disturbing hunch gripped Captain Hu's mind.

He had no time to respond.

Fang Cheng launched himself into motion.

Clenching the Masked Guest firmly, his abdominal and central muscles tensed with sudden power.

His form coiled like an over-wound spring, then whirled into a frenzied rotation.

Woooo woooo woooo——

Fearsome spinning energy whipped up fierce winds.

The reinforced concrete underfoot buckled under the immense strain, splintering bit by bit.

Shards flew off like projectiles.

Captain Hu's eyes spasmed, his chest tightening as though squeezed viciously.

"Fire!! Halt him!!"

Ratatatatatatat——

The M134 cannon thundered once more, unleashing a barrage of blazing streaks straight at Fang Cheng.

Yet on this attempt, it achieved nothing.

Bullets designed to shred armor struck the shimmering golden shield, scattering harmlessly like water beads off a leaf.