Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1281 - 622:

Fang Cheng subtly assessed his opponent's background. His gaze swept over the masked individual and then shifted to Grey Eagle, who was attempting to appear composed while concealing himself to the side and rear, a rifle clutched in his hands.

Noticing the slight tremor in the rifle's barrel, Fang Cheng let out a mocking curl of his lips.

"I was inside for a full four hours."

Fang Cheng raised his hand, casually brushing a speck of dirt from his sleeve. His voice carried no hint of emotion as he added, "Your alacrity in switching allegiances is even greater than I had anticipated."

Caught in Fang Cheng's gaze, Grey Eagle felt an icy chill that began at his feet and surged all the way to his head.

Swallowing hard, he forced himself to gather his courage and retort with a raised voice, "Fang, stop with your mysterious act!"

"The gentleman accompanying me is none other than the Deputy Chairman of the Black Tide Organization. If you possess any shred of sense, you'll kneel, surrender the treasure you acquired from the ruins, and hand over the spatial artifact you carry."

"Otherwise, hmph, this gentleman could crush you with but a single finger!"

"Noisy." The masked man uttered two frigid words.

Grey Eagle, terrified, immediately fell silent, refraining even from deep breaths.

The masked man advanced, a chilling wind lifting the hem of his dark coat. He fixed his gaze upon Fang Cheng, his eyes behind the mask exceptionally sharp, radiating a haughty arrogance.

"Your audacity is truly remarkable. Not only did you dare to eliminate the individuals I recruited, but you also brazenly utilized my resources to breach that gateway on your own."

The masked man's voice, distorted by a voice changer, produced a rasping, metallic scrape. "However, seeing as you've explored the passage's safety for me, I might extend to you an opportunity to live."

Fang Cheng tilted his head, appearing intrigued. "Oh? What opportunity is that?"

"State your name and the backing force you represent." The masked man placed his hands behind his back, assuming an exceedingly lofty posture. "Then, relinquish the items you retrieved from within, along with the artifact used for radiation shielding and inter-realm travel."

"In such a scenario, considering your demonstrable capabilities, I might deign to recommend your recruitment into the 'Black Tide,' making you my personal subordinate."

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered between the package on the ground and the masked man, a soft chuckle escaping him. "The goods are right there. If you have the means, come and retrieve them yourself."

As he spoke, Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his right hand from his pocket. His shoulders relaxed slightly, presenting a casual stance, yet his front foot was firmly planted in the muddy earth.

The masked man's expression instantly turned glacial, a palpable wave of icy killing intent washing over the area.

"Foolish impudence. Do you presume that by merely stumbling through a passage with a mere artifact, you possess the right to flaunt your arrogance before me?" As he uttered these words, he slowly raised his right hand.

Dark azure bolts of electricity rapidly converged in his palm, emitting a sharp, crackling sound that seemed to explode. The ambient moisture in the air was instantly ionized, erupting into wisps of white vapor.

"I shall roast and shatter your limbs piece by agonizing piece, before extracting the secrets from within your very brain." He suddenly clenched his fist, poised to strike.

However, before his attack could fully materialize...

Fang Cheng's figure suddenly erupted forward.

No battle cry during his charge, no unnecessary preparatory movements.

"Boom!" The muddy ground beneath Fang Cheng's feet exploded outwards, forming a crater approximately two meters in diameter. His entire being left a fleeting afterimage in its wake.

His formidable physique tore through the air itself, unleashing a sharp sonic boom. The resulting violent air currents even conjured a canopy-shaped white sonic boom cloud amidst the forest foliage.

Too swift! Impossibly fast, his trajectory beyond the capture of the naked eye. The pupils beneath the bronze mask contracted drastically to the size of pinheads. This was the primal reaction of a biological organism facing imminent death.

He had insufficient time to unleash the gathered electrical energy in his hand, nor even the fleeting thought to retreat a single step. His only recourse was to rely on the battle instincts honed through transcending human limits, swiftly crossing his arms to form a solid shield over his chest.

At the precise moment his arms made contact...

A fist, seemingly forged from unyielding steel and imbued with a terrifying strength capable of shifting mountains and overturning seas, slammed with immense force onto the intersection of his guarded arms.

"Boom——" A resonating sound, akin to a heavy mallet striking a temple bell, reverberated across the clearing. Visible ripples of semi-transparent air waves, originating from the impact point, spread outwards with violent intensity, much like a passing typhoon. The dense fog within a radius of several dozen meters was shockingly dispersed, and large patches of undergrowth were uprooted and flung into the air.

"Crack!" The masked man's arm bones emitted a bone-jarring snap.

Launched like a cannonball, his feet left the ground instantaneously as he was sent flying backward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His body traced a straight path through the air, shattering three trees as thick as soup bowls, wood splinters erupting outward.

He finally crashed with tremendous force into a massive, ancient rock, his momentum just barely stopping him.

The rock's surface immediately spiderwebbed with cracks, debris raining down.

A profound silence fell over the entire area. Utter stillness.

Grey Eagle remained in his gun stance, his jaw slack, eyes wide with disbelief.

He looked from Fang Cheng, who still held his punching posture, to the pile of rubble scores of meters away.

His mind was a complete void, except for one persistent question.

How could the formidable leader of the Black Tide Organization be reduced to the same state as his useless subordinates, unable to withstand even a single strike?