Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1285 - 624
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In the distance, Ma Donghe and his companions stared with wide eyes, their breaths caught in their throats.
Their pupils quivered intensely, mirroring the two phantom afterimages clashing ferociously in the sky.
This was no ordinary battlefield; it was a plane beyond human reach.
The two colossal figures overhead unleashed power that shook the very foundations of the earth.
One combatant employed a strange, bio-mechanical exoskeleton that resembled a demon’s attire.
The other, relying solely on his honed physique, wielded a devastating might that rivaled the impact of artillery fire.
High above, the masked combatant’s mental fortitude crumbled completely under the assault.
Blinding golden flames erupted before his vision, and the intense heat penetrated the gaps in his armor, searing his skin.
Confronted by the man before him, wreathed in fire and relentlessly unleashing a barrage of shadow-like punches, he experienced a fear he had never known.
He knew that if he remained trapped by these overwhelming fists, the advanced systems of his biological armor would surely fail prematurely.
"Get lost!!!"
The masked man, exerting immense willpower, let out a desperate cry.
With his left hand, he ripped away the scorched and damaged chest plate, revealing the rhombus-shaped crystal embedded within to the open air.
Gritting his teeth, he channeled all his remaining available energy into a reckless overload.
Force field repulsion!
"Buzz——"
Amidst a piercing hum, a massive, translucent spherical force field expanded outwards from the masked man at its epicenter.
It was akin to a colossal bomb detonating in the sky.
The air was first compressed to an extreme degree, creating a high-pressure zone so intense it was almost tangible, forcefully halting Fang Cheng’s unyielding offensive.
Subsequently, a visible white shockwave surged outwards with unimaginable force, instantly parting the dense surrounding fog.
Fang Cheng felt as though his arms had collided with a speeding locomotive.
Instinctively crossing his arms to shield his head, he was propelled backward by the sheer, unstoppable repelling energy.
The violent air currents swept through the area like a tempest of category twelve strength.
The formidable wind pressure instantly uprooted adjacent trees, and the sky filled with a chaotic blend of sawdust, flying sand, and rock fragments, creating a deafening roar within the forest.
With practiced agility, Fang Cheng executed a mid-air roll, nullifying a significant portion of the impact’s force.
His feet landed precisely atop the canopy of a colossal tree, the thick trunk fracturing and snapping in half with a distinct "crack."
Utilizing the rebound momentum, Fang Cheng launched himself backward once more, coming to a stable landing upon a large rock.
The residual energy from the force field’s detonation had obliterated and flattened all trees within a radius of several hundred meters below.
Ma Donghe and the others were completely buried by the dust and debris churned up by the gale, their faint moans barely audible amidst the desolation.
Seizing the cover provided by this immense explosion, the masked man finally escaped the relentless assault.
The exoskeletal wings on his back thrashed violently, propelling his battered form as he ascended rapidly, vanishing into the distant night sky at incredible speed.
"Trying to flee?"
Fang Cheng uttered a cold snort, his legs forcefully driving downward.
The rocky surface beneath him instantly fractured into countless shards.
Like a predator stalking its prey, he sprang into the forest, and upon touching the ground, he accelerated to his maximum velocity.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Within mere moments, Fang Cheng’s running speed escalated dramatically, surpassing the speed of sound.
A ring of white sonic boom clouds materialized around him.
The resulting violent airflow toppled trees and dislodged rocks along his path, shattering and flinging them aside.
He carved a direct, destructive path across the landscape, his gaze fixed upon the fleeing figure in the sky, his intent to kill unwavering.
Hearing the thunderous sounds originating from below, the masked man’s heart jolted.
He risked a glance backward and witnessed the golden blur breaching obstacles. Suppressing the dread within, he declared with a cold laugh:
"Attempting to pursue a flying target on foot? You must be dreaming! It's utterly pointless!"
Yet, on the ground, Fang Cheng’s eyes burned with intensity, faint embers flickering deep within his pupils.
The concept of 'giving up' was absent from his vocabulary, and he never allowed any quarry to escape facilely.
As his running speed pushed the very limits of his physical capacity, the air rushing towards him transformed from a gentle breeze into something far more substantial.
It compressed into a dense, viscous barrier of air, forcefully pressing against Fang Cheng’s chest and face.
For any ordinary individual, their bones would have long since been pulverized by this extreme wind pressure.
However, possessing a formidable Constitution stat of 83 points, Fang Cheng endured the physical tearing sensation of breaking the sound barrier for an extended period.
He surged forward with ever-increasing momentum, his blood boiling, as if unleashing a primal, long-suppressed ferocity.
Observing the airborne figure above, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, meticulously tracking the target’s flight path.
"Ascend!"
With a sudden roar, at the zenith of his sprint, his leg muscles locked, and he forcefully slammed his right foot into the earth. "Boom!" The ground shuddered, and Fang Cheng launched himself skyward like an anti-aircraft missile. With astounding initial speed, he streaked diagonally into the night, rocketing directly at the masked figure. The gap between them vanished in an instant. Only a moment before, the masked man was sneering; the next, Fang Cheng's vengeful visage filled his rapidly widening eyes. "What?" As the colossal golden fist loomed, the masked man’s pupils constricted. The recent agony of close-quarters pummeling flashed through his mind. His wings fluttered vigorously, propelling him upward, attempting to regain distance by leveraging his aerial superiority. True to his hope, as his altitude surged, Fang Cheng’s explosive leap began to wane, and his body naturally started to descend.