Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1254 - 608_2

Yet, at the final moment, a change of heart occurred; ending the life with a single swipe seemed exceedingly dull.

It would be far more entertaining to first sever the kid's tendons and muscles, prolong the torment, and savor his cries of utter despair—that would be truly thrilling!

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng found themselves fully occupied by their respective adversaries, utterly incapable of lending any assistance.

The trio of police academy students were forced into a continuous, desperate retreat, only able to watch with helpless despair as the military dagger drew ever closer to Fang Cheng.

In their horrified gazes, this young man, who hadn't even had the chance to draw his own weapon, would have his heart impaled in the very next second, showering the scene with a bloody mist.

At this precise instant, the individual known as Viper had already surged forward, his viper-like form lunging directly at Fang Cheng's face.

The menacing, sharp tip of the military dagger was now a mere ten centimeters from Fang Cheng's chest.

Viper seemed to anticipate the sweet, metallic scent of the imminent spray of blood, his mouth stretching into a wide, predatory grin of anticipation.

However, Fang Cheng's hands remained nonchalantly in his pockets, his gaze unwavering, not even a flicker of emotion betraying him.

Just as the dagger's point was about to make contact with the fabric of his uniform.

Fang Cheng's right foot subtly shifted outward by half an inch, his leg muscles instantly swelling with power, tautly outlining the loose fabric of his trousers.

His waist suddenly coiled with explosive force, his spine arching with the ferocity of a dragon unleashed.

Finally, his right hand emerged from his pocket.

There was no visible buildup of power, no evasive maneuver, yet the motion itself was as swift as a bolt of lightning.

Fang Cheng directly met the descending, razor-sharp blade with a seemingly simple, straightforward punch.

Boom!

The fist's high-speed passage through the air generated a deep, muffled sonic boom that reverberated through the dense forest.

The meticulously forged steel of the triangular military dagger, upon colliding with the apex of the fist, was utterly disintegrated and mangled by the sheer, violent force, sending sparks flying wildly.

Without losing any of its terrifying momentum, Fang Cheng's Iron Fist continued its destructive path, slamming directly into Viper's chest.

Kacha—

The horrifying sound of bone snapping echoed like thunder across the clearing.

Viper's chest visibly caved inward, a shocking indentation appearing to the naked eye, and the back of his shirt immediately ripped open from the impact.

It was as if he had been struck head-on by a speeding freight train. His feet left the ground, and he was propelled backward through the air.

His imposing frame, standing over six feet tall, left a fleeting afterimage as he soared, colliding violently with a thick locust tree several meters away.

Splinters of wood erupted outward. The substantial trunk groaned under the immense force of the impact, snapping in two before crashing down to the ground.

Viper crumpled to the earth like a discarded puddle of mud, blood now oozing from his eyes, nose, and ears. A cavernous wound, brutally torn open, marked his chest.

There wasn't even a moment for a final convulsion before he became a lifeless corpse.

The colossal disruption abruptly silenced the entirety of the previously clamorous battlefield.

An unnerving, dead silence descended upon the scene.

The gentle rustling of leaves in the wind became distinctly audible.

Every participant's movement froze mid-action, as if they had been rigidly nailed in place.

Caught completely off guard, mid-engagement, their weapons remained suspended awkwardly in the air.

A collective, ghastly expression was etched onto every face as they stared at the tree shattered by the impact and the gruesome corpse lying beneath it.

Hou Peng swallowed hard, his heart pounding with sheer astonishment.

While he had long sensed the formidable aura that resided within Fang Cheng, the visual spectacle of this brutal combat display, witnessed for the second time in rapid succession, sent an involuntary chill down his spine.

It wasn't his fault.

Even Ma Donghe, accustomed to witnessing intense confrontations, couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through him.

As for the three police academy students, their eyes were stretched wide in utter disbelief, their jaws practically unhinged.

To incapacitate a meticulously trained, elite assassin with a single punch? And to shatter a massive tree in the process?

Was this caliber of strength even within the realm of human possibility?

Standing at the epicenter of the now-silent battlefield, Fang Cheng's expression remained utterly composed.

Without casting even a passing glance at the obliterated Viper, his left foot forcefully pushed off the leaf-strewn ground.

Pa!

A spray of mud erupted.

Fang Cheng's form, leaving a fading afterimage, materialized beside the gangster known only by his moniker, 'Evil Wolf', with an almost supernatural speed.

Evil Wolf, poised with his knife, was about to deliver a killing blow to the beleaguered Ma Donghe when a sudden, chilling wind brushed past him.

Before he could even react or turn his head, a massive hand, like a steel vise, clamped down firmly around his neck.

Fang Cheng's fingers tightened their grip, the muscles in his arm bulging with restrained power.

Evil Wolf's feet left the ground, lifted effortlessly into the air by a single hand. His eyes widened in pure terror as he struggled, his hands desperately clawing at Fang Cheng's unyielding fingers, his legs kicking frantically in the air.

Fang Cheng regarded him with eyes devoid of any discernible emotion.

With a slight tremor of his wrist.

Kaba!

The sharp, unmistakable sound of a neck snapping echoed through the air.

Evil Wolf's desperate struggles instantly ceased, his head lolling limply to the side. The life in his eyes rapidly drained away.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the lifeless body into the nearby thicket as if it were mere refuse.

In less time than it took for ten seconds to pass.

Two professional assassins lay dead, one with a chest cavity brutally burst open, the other with a fractured neck. Their demise was swift, gruesome, and utterly decisive.

A heavy gulp broke the tense silence that followed, though no one could pinpoint the source.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were the first to snap out of their shock.

Seizing the moment while their adversaries were stunned,

Ma Donghe launched a powerful kick to Black Bull's abdomen.

Simultaneously, Hou Peng’s dagger sliced across his opponent’s arm, leaving a gaping, bloody wound.

Even the three police academy students, their spirits renewed, pushed through their pain to retaliate.

The previously one-sided confrontation was instantly turned on its head.

"Retreat! Everyone fall back!"

The tall, gaunt man shrieked in sheer terror, his voice cracking.

He was acutely aware of the formidable skills of Viper and Evil Wolf.

To have them defeated so easily, like mere chicks...

This seemingly mild-mannered young man before him was undoubtedly a monster disguised in human skin, possessing power far beyond his own.

The remaining five assassins, with grateful haste, scrambled backward, herding around the tall, thin man.

Knives trembled in their grasp as they cast fearful glances at Fang Cheng, dreading the instant appearance of the 'Killing God' amongst them.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

A subordinate stammered, his voice quivering.

The tall, thin man cursed inwardly.

What the hell do I know?!

Their meticulously planned blood sacrifice operation had been utterly derailed by this anomaly.

Not only was the plan in jeopardy, but their very survival in this forest that day was now in question.

Fang Cheng casually flicked a speck of blood from the back of his hand, his steps rustling fallen leaves as he advanced deliberately.

Faced with this seemingly effortless stride, the five assassins opposite him flinched back in unison.

The tall, thin man, frantically devising an escape route, suddenly sensed a shift in the surrounding atmosphere.

He whirled around.

Only to find the space behind him strangely vacant; his five subordinates had retreated to huddle behind him.

Leaving him to stand alone before the 'Killing God'.

"Damn it, you useless cowards!"

The tall, thin man spat curses, his facial features contorting in rage.

He quickly took two large steps back, desperately trying to merge with his subordinates.

Longing to be just an ordinary subordinate, not their leader.

Witnessing this pathetic display, Ma Donghe let out a hearty laugh, openly mocking their sudden timidity.

These were the same arrogant thugs from moments ago, now as scared as quails.

Fang Cheng halted his advance, stopping five meters from the tall, thin man, his hands returning to his pockets.

"Shall we talk?"

His voice remained perfectly calm, as if he hadn't just extinguished lives with his bare hands.

The tall, thin man, forcing his rapidly pounding heart to steady, managed a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Brother, there must be some misunderstanding. We're just passing through, no need for conflict. Let us go, and you can name your price."

Fang Cheng lowered his gaze, his eyes fixing intently on the tall, thin man’s face:

"I'm not negotiating terms for your departure. I'm interested in the ancient civilization ruins."

The tall, thin man's expression shifted drastically.

His gaze darted away, his teeth clamped shut as he fell into a tense silence.

Fang Cheng didn't press him, instead lifting his right foot and stomping down hard on a nearby protruding rock.

Crack!

The rock, roughly the size of a basketball, shattered into countless fragments under his military boot, burrowing into the earth.

The sheer force even vibrated through the ground, making the tall, thin man's feet go numb.

"I'll talk!"

Cold sweat instantly drenched the tall, thin man's back, his mental fortitude completely shattered.