Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1145 - 558:

From time to time, a couple of stray bullets struck the Evil Ghost Mask, producing bursts of sparks but leaving no marks whatsoever.

'Rocket launchers, blast him to bits for me!'

Captain Hu bellowed in frenzy, jabbing the red launch button hard with his thumb.

Whoosh—

Two 'Nine-headed Serpent' rockets, spewing trails of fire, hurtled forth once more.

Right at that pivotal instant.

Fang Cheng released his grip.

'Take off!!'

A booming roar erupted, akin to thunder crashing on a sunny day.

The Masked Guest sensed himself hurled like a payload on an intercontinental missile.

In that split second, wind's roar vanished from his ears, supplanted by a deafening blast rupturing his eardrums.

That noise marked the breach of the sound barrier.

Amid the supersonic rush, the vibrant neon city lights and towering buildings blurred into strange, elongated streaks around him.

His skin started scorching, as though his whole form was melting from air resistance.

The Masked Guest had never dreamed his initial sound barrier break via bodily force would unfold this way.

'Ahhh—'

A scream of pure terror escaped him in flight, but it trailed behind the moment it left his lips.

The duo of rockets, mere fifty meters from their tubes, barely evaded this 'human projectile.'

Right afterward.

The figure clad in the shredded trench coat, bearing unrelenting force, slammed into the helicopter.

This assault bore the name 'Human Cannon'!

Boom!!

Trailing him, the rockets struck the rooftop platform, igniting a ferocious blast with flames leaping skyward.

At the same time, a spray of blood mist burst in the air.

The Masked Guest's frame, resembling a heavy anti-aircraft round, brutally pounded the armed chopper's front.

The armored glass, previously breached by Dagger, crumbled to dust in an instant.

The massive collision caved in the nose section deeply.

The whole aircraft, struck as by a colossal creature's paw, lurched wildly from its hover, shoving sideways through seven or eight meters aloft.

'Alert! Hydraulics malfunction! Tail rotor down!'

A shrill siren wailed abruptly within the cockpit.

The destabilized chopper started looping in figure-eights through the sky.

Like an intoxicated soul, it quivered fiercely, weaving unsteadily as it dove toward the ground.

Chaos reigned inside the cabin.

Captain Hu took shards of flying glass and bits of ripped flesh to the face, his skull bashing hard against the controls.

The trio of troops handling the mounted gun in the back fared worse.

Vast momentum tossed them about like limp puppets.

Without their harnesses, they would have tumbled from the compartment already.

'Keep it level! Level it out!!'

Disregarding the crimson streaks on his visage, Captain Hu clambered desperately to the pilot's spot, clutching the yoke with iron grip.

Yet he realized in horror that the console lay ruined by the lodged remains.

Sparks erupted, and every display flickered madly.

'Blast it!'

As the helicopter grazed the Silver Wing Building's glassy facade in its spiral descent, mortality's shadow enveloped all aboard.

But the ordeal was merely starting.

In that instant, a shadowy form, reminiscent of a predator eagle diving for a kill, vaulted from the inferno-wreathed roof.

Bam!!

Another savage jolt shook the helicopter.

The man donning the pale Evil Ghost Mask bounded directly through the gaping door.

His boot struck with crushing might, warping the sturdy beam beneath the floor.

This hastened the spiraling craft's uncontrollable fall even more.

Silence like the grave gripped the interior.

Just the shrill klaxon and rushing gales beyond murmured softly.

All gazes bulged in dread at the intruder.

His exposed physique, with muscles taut and swollen, brimmed with pent-up power.

The eerie white mask, mirroring the strobing alerts, evoked a soul-harvester's visage.

'Evening, sirs.'

Fang Cheng dusted his palms, a soft laugh emanating from beneath the mask:

'Enjoy yourselves before?'