Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1236 - 600:

The air within the water plant was thick and heavy, choked by a suffocating silence.

Discarded machinery stood like sleeping iron behemoths, while the crisscrossing pipes resembled coiled serpents.

Deep within the oppressive darkness, faint crimson lights began to flicker to life.

These were countless pairs of eyes, devoid of any warmth.

Murmurs emanated from all around, sharp and insistent like insects gnawing at aged metal.

It seemed as though they were conversing, or perhaps enraged by the defiance of their intended victim.

Fang Cheng couldn't decipher the distinct words, yet the intense malevolence within them was undeniable.

The fleeting shock gave way, and an unusual exhilaration welled up from the depths of his being.

Fang Cheng lifted his arms, slightly bent his knees, and instinctively adopted a standard fighting posture.

Then, his gaze zeroed in on that peculiar red glow:

"If you insist on being stubborn, then come at me!"

Before his words even finished, his legs suddenly pushed off the ground.

With a sharp crack, the rotted wood beneath his feet fractured.

Using the resultant force, Fang Cheng bravely plunged into the darkness from which the red lights originated.

His eyes rapidly scanned ahead, fixing on the most piercingly shrieking, contorted shadow.

The muscles of his waist and back instantly tensed, preparing to unleash another punch.

This time, it felt as though his body was forcibly recalling an ancient instinct embedded within his very bones.

He clearly perceived an enhanced understanding of how to apply force.

This was no longer a simple strain of the muscles, but a perfect conduit of power, flowing from the earth to his waist, and then up his spine.

His right arm acted like a drawn bowstring, with the upper arm guiding the lower, strength accumulating incrementally.

Immediately after, it shot forward with tremendous speed!

Bang!

The air was rent by the sharp impact of the punch, producing a subtle explosive sound.

Before the shadow could even begin to close the distance, it was struck by the ferocious blow, instantly disintegrating into a dissipating cloud of black mist.

Fang Cheng's once slender frame now radiated an unparalleled ferocity and raw might.

Yet, despite these successive vanquishes, these twisted entities displayed no hint of fear.

Additional shadows emerged from ceiling beams and wall crevices, merging into a dark, encroaching tide, seeking to completely engulf Fang Cheng.

The creatures emitted grating shrieks, their numerous red lights flashing erratically like spectral embers.

More than a dozen shadows launched themselves from mid-air, landing on all fours and swiftly scrambling along the walls, resembling beasts sculpted from smoke.

Fang Cheng’s expression remained devoid of any fear.

An unprecedented wave of vibrant power surged through every fiber of his body, voraciously expanding and contracting with each breath.

He glanced down at his previously pale, slim arms.

At this precise moment, sapphire veins pulsed visibly beneath his skin, as if molten lava flowed just below the surface.

The stark contrast between his lean physique and the overwhelming strength granted him a sensation of transcending limitations and holding mastery over life and death.

Concurrently, he suddenly grasped the origin of the nameless fury he had felt earlier.

It stemmed from an intense loathing of weakness, coupled with an inherent craving for unadulterated violence!

Fang Cheng’s lips curved into an eager smile, revealing teeth as white as gleaming pearls.

The humiliation of being pursued like quarry transmuted into a pure, unadulterated combat drive.

He charged headlong into the torrent of approaching shadows.

One creature swung its sharp, claw-like shadows downward with immense force.

Fang Cheng moved forward rather than back, sharply lowering his upper body, deftly evading the descending edge.

Leveraging the downward momentum, he twisted his waist, his right fist launching upward like a projectile from a cannon.

Bang!

An exceptionally potent uppercut shattered the creature’s jaw.

The black mist exploded at the point of impact, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Fang Cheng shifted his balance.

His left arm bent, channeling the power generated by a twist of his waist.

A vicious spinning elbow strike smashed the encroaching shadow from the side, cleaving it cleanly in two.

With relentless punches and strikes, his movements grew swifter and more ferocious.

No deliberation was required, no hesitation was indulged.

All combat techniques appeared instinctual, mastered without conscious effort.

Every joint, every inch of bone and muscle, seemed to serve as a conduit for pure violence.

Fang Cheng navigated through the gaps between the shadows, a lithe young man now emanating a terrifying aura reminiscent of a true Boxing King.

He lightly tapped his left foot on the ground, executing a subtle slip to avoid incoming claws.

At times, he dropped his waist low, delivering a powerful liver punch to the ribs of a target to his left.

Immediately thereafter, utilizing the rotational inertia from his waist twist, his right leg swept upwards like a hardened steel whip.

An aggressive, high-arcing roundhouse kick instantly obliterated the head of another creature leaping from the air.

A shadow initiated a flank attack, extending tendrils like black ink, tightly ensnaring Fang Cheng’s ankle.

The instant the slime made contact with Fang Cheng’s skin, the shadow let out a shriek, more pained than if it had been struck by a direct blow.

"Hiss—"

The appendage felt as though it had touched a blazing inferno, immediately emitting smoke with the acrid smell of burning.

The entity recoiled as if jolted by an electric current, its once-cohesive form seared and tattered.

Witnessing this, the other shadows paused their onslaught.

Their demeanor toward Fang Cheng shifted from scorn and mockery to something else entirely.

Their previously unthinking actions grew tentative, and they began to subtly withdraw.

It was as if they sensed the awakening of a terrifyingly powerful predator.

Had anyone been observing Fang Cheng at that precise moment, they would have noticed his skin subtly radiating a faint, golden luminescence.