Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1150 - 560:
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
The trio quickly went over the next steps in their plans.
Night had fallen deeply, leaving the whole apartment complex hushed.
Fang Cheng grabbed a mat and blanket from the cabinet, spreading them across the living room floor, and remarked:
"The bed's way too cramped for all of us. President Shen, you take the sofa and prop up your legs, Ah Le can crash on the floor, we'll rough it out tonight."
"This goes beyond just roughing it— to us, this spot is like a sanctuary."
Shen Wei spoke with deep sincerity.
Fang Cheng gave a nod and held back further words as he headed into his room.
Shen Wei reclined on the sofa, eyeing the youthful silhouette vanishing through the doorway, his eyes brimming with intricate thoughts.
Memories of the mutants calling him "Chairman" with respect earlier stirred a itching curiosity in his chest.
Yet Shen Wei was sharp enough to know which questions to pose and which to leave alone.
"Chairman, allow me to help you get settled."
Ah Le shuffled over with effort and gently aided Shen Wei in finding a comfortable position to lie down, then draped a blanket over him, murmuring:
"These last few days have scared you plenty, so rest up properly."
"Yeah, time to hit the hay."
Shen Wei murmured back gently and shut his eyes.
Click.
The light in the living room flicked off.
Amid the shadows, the ancient fridge's motor kept up its steady drone.
The sporadic noise of vehicle tires echoed from beyond the window, while a subtle trace of iodine lingered in the atmosphere.
Strangely enough, in this tight and humble space,
These fighters from the martial realm, used to opulent mansions, experienced a rare tranquility like never before.
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Within the bedroom, darkness reigned supreme and silence prevailed.
Fang Cheng held off on sleeping right away, moving to the window instead and lightly drawing back a section of the drapes.
The evening deepened, the city's outline rising and falling in the gloom.
Far off toward the downtown area, several crimson lights faintly lingered and blinked in the dark heavens.
Those had to be the army's combat chopper squadrons.
Clearly, the uproar at the Silver Wing Building had drawn the attention of top-level authorities.
Fang Cheng's eyes shifted a bit, fixing on those red specks for a few moments.
Afterward, he steadily drew the curtain shut, blocking away every outside intrusion.
He stretched out on the mattress, arms folded behind his neck, and with a mere mental command.
A pale azure see-through panel appeared across his vision:
[Boxing Experience +30]
[Boxing Level 3 (483/1000)]
[Sanda Experience +15]
[Sanda Level 3 (172/1000)]
[Jujitsu Experience +30]
[Jujitsu Level 2 (449/500)]
[Qigong Experience +20]
[Qigong Level 2 (487/500)]
As the updated figures came into view, a pleased grin tugged at Fang Cheng's mouth.
Even though this fight felt simpler compared to earlier clashes, the skill points earned were quite substantial.
Particularly for "Jujitsu" and "Qigong," the bars were nearly topped off, merely needing one more nudge to advance.
Thinking back on the evening's extraction mission, Fang Cheng felt a wave of sentiment.
Prior to heading out, he'd been super careful, devised multiple strategies, and collected key information.
He even rallied the Illuminati's fresh recruits to join the effort, bracing himself for a grueling showdown.
Considering it involved the infamous mutant squad from Naihe Bridge's reports, led by a mighty S-Class.
Who would've thought the confrontation would turn into a total stomp.
That once-dreaded S-Class ability user proved as breakable as tissue in his presence, unable to take even one hit.
The Masked Guest wielded Telekinesis too, employing somewhat alike attack and defense methods.
However, he presented far less danger to Fang Cheng than the prior Noah Organization's official Luo Lie.
You couldn't pin this fully on the Masked Guest's lack of power.
Rather, his own advancement lately had been shockingly rapid.
With nonstop upgrades across his abilities and a total overhaul in his bodily prowess, his present might was way more imposing.
Fang Cheng balled up his hand, sensing the rushing vigor coursing through him.
Were he to face his former days with today's capabilities, even if Luo Lie came back to life right in front of him, it'd only call for a handful more strikes.
Naturally, this event also acted as a wake-up call for Fang Cheng.
In this reality, beyond the superhuman mutants, the military's massive weaponry maintained a crushing menace.
Take tonight's gunship assault, for instance—had he not acted with such speed, typical powerhouses would've been shredded apart.
Yet Fang Cheng held no dread.
He shut his eyes, letting his mind dive into the gleaming hall buried in his thoughts, enveloped by brilliant rays.
Simply push onward to greater power.
Powerful enough to shrug off atomic blasts, powerful enough to ignore every constraint.
At that point, no dangers would qualify as dangers anymore.