Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1193 - 579:

Seconds later, it materialized into countless solid chains, binding the blood moon anchored in the firmament.

Golden flickers danced within Fang Cheng’s gaze; his resolution was set.

Since concealment is no longer an option, I shall suppress you entirely until you dare not leak even the faintest shred of aura.

Or perhaps, I will just shatter you completely!

The sky began to resonate with a sound akin to glass fracturing under immense pressure.

That once-haughty blood moon started to shudder.

It fought back, unleashing waves of intense crimson radiance, desperate to tear itself free from those golden shackles.

Yet, against the absolute, overriding will of Fang Cheng, this resistance appeared pathetically weak.

The once full orb was compelled to collapse and compress inward.

It unfolded like a manufactured lunar eclipse.

The full moon warped into a crescent, then dwindled into a sliver.

Eventually, it was crushed into a thin, blood-red arc, shivering on the periphery of this realm.

Its luminescence faded until it was nearly nonexistent; it had been reduced to the brink of annihilation.

A tremor of pure dread and total submission rippled into Fang Cheng’s consciousness.

It was utterly terrified, petrified by this man who stood unswayed, and even more fearful of being erased into absolute nothingness.

"Remember this."

Fang Cheng sat on his high throne with unwavering confidence, his voice booming and vibrating across the void, radiating an undeniable sovereignty:

"From this moment forward, you are a tool within my palm."

"If I do not permit you to act, you shall remain a silent object; should you ever leak your aura again..."

At this juncture, his eyes blazed with brilliance, resonating across heaven and earth:

"I shall grind you into dust!"

The crimson waning moon convulsed in terror, instantly snuffing out all its radiance.

It acted like a thoroughly broken hound.

Fang Cheng nodded in quiet satisfaction, waving his hand to dismiss the blood-red skies.

The radiant sun promptly emerged, casting its golden warmth across the land once more.

By now, the aura of the Evil Ghost Mask had been stifled, locked deep within the cage of his consciousness.

Even if a true Blood Clan prince were standing right there, they wouldn't detect a whisper of it.

Finished.

Fang Cheng focused for a heartbeat, immediately pulling his consciousness from the Inner Scenery.

In the material world, a gale howled, kicking up clouds of dust.

Three attack helicopters hung just a hundred meters above.

The massive rotors shredded the air, sending leaves and debris into a frantic whirlwind.

Roadside foliage swayed violently, branches threatening to break under the sheer force.

The soldier leveled his weapon at Fang Cheng and the occupants with trembling hands.

Cold sweat pooled beneath his helmet, trickling into his eyes, yet he dared not blink.

Beside him, the female officer gripped her sidearm, her complexion deathly pale.

She looked as if she expected a bloodthirsty monster to erupt from the vehicle at any second.

The tension was suffocating.

At that agonizing moment, a bewildered voice crackled through the ear-pieces of every soldier:

"Huh?"

Followed by a tone of utter disbelief:

"What is going on... why is the hunting dog not reacting?"

Meanwhile, inside the armored transport behind the barricade.

The creature, which had been thrashing like a rabid animal, now sat as if its very skeleton had been extracted.

It collapsed onto the metal floor, emitting soft whimpers and tucking its hideous head between its claws.

Its frame curled into a tight ball, shivering in total submission, devoid of any cruelty.

Silence descended upon the cabin.

Old Xie and Xiao Wu exchanged bewildered stares, their expressions awkward.

"This..."

Xiao Wu swallowed against a dry throat, gesturing to the cowering beast:

"Old Xie, did it... run out of juice?"

Old Xie curled his lip and reached out to nudge the creature’s rear with his boot.

It only whined, too lethargic to even acknowledge the disturbance.

"Damn it, what is happening here!"

Old Xie clawed at his disheveled hair, looking utterly confounded:

"Did it have a stroke? Or did it just decide to starve itself to death?"

It was beyond illogical.

They had mobilized armed helicopters and ground troops just to handle this beast’s roar.

And now, this thing just decided to play dead?

"This is command, provide a status report immediately."

A sharp, frustrated demand barked through the female officer’s radio:

"Xie Dagu! What game are you playing? Military operations are not a joke, respond!"

Old Xie looked pained as he keyed his communicator, stammering:

"Uh... Commander Liu, the situation is rather... complicated. The Hunting Dog... it seems to have taken a nap."

"A nap?!"

The female officer’s voice pitched up in alarm.

.........

Inside the Land Rover.

Fang Cheng observed the officer arguing with her controller, her face cycling through shades of red and white.

He lowered his window slightly, his expression blending innocence with feigned confusion as he watched the spectacle.

The helicopters continued to churn the air, turning everyone’s hair into a chaotic mess.

Given the scale of this deployment, failing to find a target would be a massive embarrassment for these authorities.

Suddenly.

The soldier who had been aiming at Fang Cheng pivoted, shouting toward the backup units:

"Hey! You in the black jacket, hold it right there!"

Fang Cheng glanced back, mildly curious.

He spotted a figure in a black jacket and cap silently exiting a car several vehicles away.

With his head bowed, the man darted toward the roadside barrier.

His physique was sturdy and his movements nimble, carrying an unmistakably suspicious aura.

"Stop! Stay where you are or we open fire!"

The soldier’s roar commanded universal attention.

The man in the black jacket stiffened, then jerked his head up, revealing eyes filled with predatory intent.

Instead of yielding, he launched himself forward.

Bang!

Dust erupted under his feet.

The figure surged forward like a dark gale, moving with speed that defied conventional human limits.

Midst the bumper-to-bumper traffic, he cleared the barrier in two fluid leaps and vanished into the labyrinthine alleys.

"Holy crap, that’s a mutant!"

"After him! Something is definitely wrong!"

"I knew the Hunting Dog wasn't howling for no reason, the target is over there!"

The soldier yelled triumphantly, as if relieved of his burden.

The squad surrounding Fang Cheng abandoned their positions, sprinting after the fleeing shadow.

The helicopters above banked sharply, dipping their noses to maintain a lock on the target from the skies.

Fang Cheng watched from his driver’s seat, stunned.

My word.

So, there really was a big fish hidden in this traffic jam?

Based on that movement, he was at least a speed-type mutant.

Clearly, the man had a criminal past and panicked, assuming the military presence was for him.

Fang Cheng scanned the path the man had taken, offering a silent nod to the unknown fugitive.

May your legs be fast and your luck hold out.

With the primary military force diverted, the pressure on the road evaporated.

The female officer appeared visibly relieved; though dishevelled, she had at least found a valid lead.

She smoothed her cap, gesturing for the remaining troops to clear the blockade:

"Let the traffic through! Clear the road!"

The gate at the checkpoint swung open.

Fang Cheng started his engine, slowly crawling forward with the rest of the flow.

Just as he neared the exit, a hand tapped on his roof.

"Wait!"

Fang Cheng braked and lowered his window to look back.

The female officer was jogging toward him, her breathing ragged.

She held his IDs, extending them through the window with an expression of sincere embarrassment.

"Sir, I truly apologize. Things were chaotic earlier, and I forgot to return your documents."

The officer caught a glimpse of Fang Cheng’s refined features and recalled how aggressively they had treated him, causing her cheeks to turn pink:

"Were we... too harsh earlier? Please forgive us; it’s a high-alert period, and we’re just doing our jobs."

Fang Cheng retrieved his identification and driver’s license, tucking them into his pocket.

He reached up to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses, flashing a gentle, forgiving smile:

"It is quite alright, Officer. Catching the real threat is what matters. Take care of yourself."

With those words, he rolled his window back up and pressed the pedal.

The sedan glided smoothly onto the open road, leaving the chaotic checkpoint to vanish in the rearview mirror.