Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1286 - 624:

Gravity exerted its invisible, colossal force, attempting to drag me back to the earth.

"A spent force! Let’s see if you can still..."

The masked man, relieved at the sight, opened his mouth to sneer, but the words caught in his throat. He was witnessing the most physics-defying spectacle of his life. Even as my gravitational potential energy plummeted, I didn't fall; instead, I remained suspended as if hanging in the air. "Whoosh—" I exhaled softly, tilting my chin slightly against the fierce wind, my arms spread wide. An inexplicable peace settled in my mind, momentarily suppressing even the surge of killing intent. The image of dashing across and walking on Yulong Lake in the early hours flashed through my thoughts. Just as the surface tension of water can support a body, air compressed to a near-solid state can also provide leverage. From water to the open air, the medium had changed, but the fundamental principles of mechanics remained the same. After countless trials under extreme conditions, the theory of "run-up takeoff + air stomp + wind glide" was finally put to the test in actual combat. Supported by an extended 9-second hang time, I precisely identified the surging airflow nodes below. Then, my thigh muscles coiled like steel cables, my foot arched, and I forcefully stomped upon the invisible air beneath. "Boom!" The high initial velocity, coupled with the explosive power from my robust legs, forcibly compressed the air below into a highly elastic pressure cushion. The sensation was akin to shattering the shockwave barrier while breaking the sound barrier during a sprint on level ground. A ring of white sonic boom clouds erupted in mid-air. I did not fall. Astonishingly, I stepped onto an invisible air pedal, using the powerful counterforce to surge upwards once more. Arms outstretched, body leaning forward, I glided like a golden falcon on the wind, achieving an incredible second acceleration in mid-air and rapidly closing the distance to the masked man. "Flying upwards stepping on air?! Is that even possible?!" The masked man's mouth twitched uncontrollably beneath his mask. This was simply beyond the capabilities of a normal human. He could fly only through the magical effects of his reproductive armor, transforming into an insectoid form. As for mutants with flight abilities, hadn't they all awakened special talents for wind control or telekinesis? Yet, this humanoid, T-Rex-like beast before him relied solely on his absolute physical strength to make the air behave like solid ground! Faced with such unreasonable, pure brute force, all fancy superpowers seemed like ridiculous parlor tricks. Seeing the distance shrink once more, the masked man descended into outright panic. He desperately pushed the remaining energy in his armor, flapping the wings on his back in a frantic attempt to escape this Killing God. I soared through the sky, relentlessly in pursuit. However, air is undeniably much less dense than water. This seemingly miraculous mid-air flight required overcoming both gravity and air resistance simultaneously, leading to a rapid depletion of kinetic energy. After leaping dozens of meters forward, I immediately felt the uplifting pressure beneath my feet diminish significantly, my body beginning to sink again. I remained completely calm, my gaze sharp as a torch, and the True Qi within my Dantian boiled like a furnace. My heart muscle contracted and expanded suddenly, like an overclocked engine, pumping blood to every part of my body at maximum velocity. In an instant, blood and internal energy surged and churned, like fuel injected into machinery, providing a burst of supplementary power sufficient to reverse the situation for a body urgently needing replenishment. Rumble— Accompanied by a roar like a jet engine igniting, I unexpectedly accelerated once more in mid-air. Thick True Qi surged wildly through the meridians in my legs, explosively erupting from the soles of my feet. The thrust broke through the oncoming wind resistance, forcibly lifting my body and maintaining the aerial pursuit. The masked man was utterly intimidated by my fierce posture. He scrambled clumsily in the air, altering his direction in a panicked escape. Glancing back and witnessing the persistent figure relentlessly chasing, the masked man's scalp tingled. He couldn't help but shout out, trying to de-escalate the situation: "Hey, Brother Fang, stop chasing!" "There's no deep-seated hatred between us; it was merely a misunderstanding earlier. There's no need for us to fight to the bitter end!" I offered no reply. The only response to the masked man was my eyes, burning like flames, and the increasingly vigorous aura erupting around me. If the snake is not killed, danger persists. Since a move was made today, this hidden threat must be thoroughly crushed into pieces!

"Damn it, just how deep is this grudge? Did I kill your childhood sweetheart lover, or your father?"

The masked man cursed, negotiations having failed, had no option but to turn and continue fleeing.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Yet trouble never comes alone; the rhomboid crystal on his chest began flashing an intense red light at a high frequency.

The energy that was once abundant had already depleted, the flapping frequency of the exoskeletal wings visibly slowing down.

His eyes were filled with urgency.

At this rate of depletion, it won’t be long before the reproductive armor is forcefully retracted due to energy exhaustion.

By then, falling from dozens of meters above ground and being followed by that Killing God, death is certain.

He found himself at a dead end, nearly in despair.

"Whew—"

A sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the night sky.

Followed by a muffled "boom."

A dazzling red flare exploded in the sky several kilometers away.

The scarlet glow immediately dispelled the fog, illuminating the dark forest as if it were daylight.