Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1253 - 608

A tall figure parted the dense undergrowth.

Fang Cheng emerged from the mist, hands tucked into the pockets of his training attire, his steps deliberate on the slick, fallen leaves.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng kept pace, daggers gripped tightly, their eyes relentlessly sweeping their surroundings.

Though they maintained a facade of composure when faced with these hardened criminals, their hearts pounded like war drums against their ribs.

The sharp, metallic scent of blood from the assassins hung heavy in the frigid air, a pungent, all-encompassing miasma.

Yet, as their gazes shifted to Fang Cheng's resolute stance, their apprehension began to melt away.

With a man before them capable of smashing mutant boars with a single strike, what reason was there for fear?

Spotting the trio emerging from the trees, the three trapped police academy students initially felt a surge of relief, believing a powerful rescue had arrived.

Their spirits, however, faltered as they took in the newcomers’ appearances.

One was as gaunt as a withered reed, seemingly vulnerable to the slightest gust of wind.

Another possessed a burly physique, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, yet his expression appeared rather vacant.

And the composed leader in the center, radiating an unassuming aura like that of an office worker, carried no weapon for protection.

This group exuded absolutely no sense of menace.

The spark of hope within the police students dwindled instantly, their hearts plummeting into despair.

The tall adversary narrowed his long, piercing eyes, his gaze raking over Fang Cheng's party before a sneer of contempt curled his lips.

"I had assumed you were some hidden masters, only to discover you are but a trio of lost novices."

A chorus of derisive laughter erupted from the thugs behind him the moment the words left his mouth.

"Boss, look at that hulking fellow! He resembles a bear, brandishing a boar's leg as if heading for a leisurely picnic at West Mountain."

"And that pretty boy in the middle is even more amusing, with his delicate skin. He carries no blade, yet dares to participate in the assessment! He's probably never even laid a hand on a chicken!"

Amidst the mocking jeers, one individual ostentatiously brandished his weapon, his threat blatant and unapologetic.

"A few greenhorns, still wet behind the ears, dare to intrude upon this place? Prostrate yourselves and beg for mercy! Perhaps then, when Grandpa slashes you later, your suffering will be marginally lessened!"

Facing their open defiance, Fang Cheng remained unruffled, his voice calm.

"We have indeed lost our way; apologies for the interruption. If there is nothing further, we shall depart."

With his words, he actually turned, preparing to leave.

Ma Donghe flashed a wide grin, giving a casual wave.

"Farewell, everyone! Carry on with your business."

Hou Peng swiftly followed Fang Cheng’s lead, not casting a glance backward.

The police students, witnessing this display, tightened their grips on their daggers, despair causing their veins to stand out.

They had harbored hopes that these three might somehow alleviate the immense pressure, only to discover they were utter cowards.

"Hold it right there!"

The tall man's countenance darkened, and he bellowed with stern authority.

"Did I grant you permission to leave? State your identities first, and then I might consider sparing your lives."

Ma Donghe halted, spat forcefully onto the ground, and pointed defiantly.

"Screw you! Explain your granny's leg! Who in the blazes do you think you are?"

"Screw your mother! Are you trying to play tough guy in front of me? What a joke!"

Witnessing the opponent’s escalating aggression, he abandoned any pretense of civility, adopting an even more audacious posture than the gangsters themselves.

The tall man's expression contorted, incensed by the crude insults.

His previously leering face contorted into a mask of pure malice, his eyes fixed on Ma Donghe with murderous intent.

"You court death! I intended to let you linger a while longer, but since you're rushing to die, it's hardly my fault!"

He flicked his wrist, causing the blood-stained military dagger to spin elegantly in his palm, before issuing directives with cold precision.

"Old Dog, attend to the wiry one."

"Black Bull, Evil Wolf, tear out that bear-like brute’s tongue and disembowel him. I want him to experience the most excruciating torment before his demise!"

The tall man rapidly delegated tasks, his gaze finally settling upon a particularly sinister-looking assassin.

"Viper, drain that pretty boy of his blood. Show no mercy."

"The rest of you, follow me to swiftly and cleanly dispatch these three police students!"

Hou Peng's brow furrowed deeply upon hearing these commands.

There were nine seemingly unstoppable gangsters arrayed before them.

On their side, however, there were only six, and three of them were gravely wounded, their combat effectiveness drastically reduced.

The odds were crushingly one-sided; how could they possibly prevail?

The crew-cutted man and the others shared this grim realization.

Regardless of the outcome, survival seemed improbable, yet they could only clench their daggers and brace themselves for a desperate, final stand.

The gangsters smirked, their eyes appraising their opponents as if they were already breathing corpses.

After a brief, charged silence between the groups, a surge of lethal intent filled the air, and the battle commenced.