Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1441 - 695_2

The swarm grew restless, retreating as if something terrible lay ahead.

Ghost Fox’s eyes turned cold, hastening the incantation in his mouth, forcibly consuming Spiritual Telekinesis.

Under the command of the Spell, the insects had no choice but to overcome their instincts and continue wriggling forward.

The moment they crossed the three-meter boundary, the air suddenly turned blisteringly hot, visibly distorting.

Fang Cheng’s body surface erupted with dazzling golden flames, like a furnace burning fiercely.

The swarm didn’t have time to retreat before their hard shells crackled and exploded, instantly scorched black by the terrifying heat, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

The remaining Gu Worms lost control entirely, attempting to flee.

But the searing True Qi spread like wildfire along the swarm, igniting all the venomous insects pouring in, reducing them to ashes on the ground.

"Pfft—"

As the Insect Exterminator, Ghost Fox suffered a backlash on the spot, his face ashen, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Under the scorching flames, even the Gravity Field imposed by the four began to wildly distort.

The invisible bell suppressing Fang Cheng tottered under the impact of the golden flames.

Splash——

The long-awaited downpour finally came crashing down.

The rain connected into a vast white sheet, drenching everyone instantly.

Except for the man glowing with flames all over his body, untouched by a single drop, emitting steaming white vapor.

"Boss, we’re not gonna make it!"

The three Gold Medal Killers were soaked through, their faces pale as they shouted.

Not only were their faces twisted, but their arms also began to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, they felt as if they were trying to suppress not a man, but a fierce beast about to go berserk.

Ghost Fox sensed the force field was about to collapse, suddenly pressing the miniature communication device in his ear, and shouted hoarsely:

"Wasp!"

Before the words were out.

A bright flash of fire suddenly lit up on the distant mountaintop.

"Bang—"

The crisp sound of a gunshot echoed through the night sky.

A specially modified tungsten-steel Armor-piercing Bullet tore through the heavy rain, aimed straight at Fang Cheng’s forehead.

Just as the bullet was about to touch the mask.

The seemingly imprisoned Fang Cheng suddenly raised his right hand, spread five fingers accurately, and closed sharply.

"Snap!"

The anti-material bullet, capable of tearing through armored vehicle plates, was forcibly caught in his palm.

The glowing hot bullet head spun rapidly, rubbing violently against the skin of his palm, emitting a sharp sizzling sound, and a wisp of white smoke rose.

Yet his broad palm didn’t tremble at all, as if he felt nothing.

The entire scene fell into silence.

Amidst the howling wind and rain, only the heavy breathing of the crowd remained.

Whether it was Ghost Fox or the three struggling Gold Medal Killers, they all stared wide-eyed in shock.

Catching an anti-material sniper bullet with bare hands? How’s that possible?

The most despairing thing for them was, how could he still move freely in this Gravity Field being suppressed by four top mutants working together?!

Fang Cheng exerted force with his palm, five fingers clenched, forcibly stopping the blazing bullet.

Then he grinned, revealing his white teeth:

"Is this all you’ve got? Then I’m going to keep killing."

The merciless tone made Ghost Fox feel like falling into an ice cave.

Fang Cheng curled his index and middle fingers, compressing the True Qi inside his body to a high density at his fingertips, wrapping the glowing bullet.

His right arm muscles bulged, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Then he twisted his waist and stepped, unleashing all his strength, hurling the bullet fiercely.

Boom—

Like a high-performance railgun firing, the bullet carried terrifying kinetic energy at several times the speed of sound, transforming into a dazzling golden streak, retracing the original bullet path.

The streak instantly pierced through the torrential rain and night sky, precisely penetrating the skull of the sniper on the distant mountaintop water tower.

"Ah!"

A short, shrill scream came through Ghost Fox’s earpiece, then fell silent.

Before everyone could recover from this breathtaking scene.

"Ha!"

Fang Cheng exhaled and shouted, shaking both arms outward.

"Crack——"

The Gravity Field, supported by the force of four men, was forcibly shattered by his extreme power.

The airwaves rolled, and the sound waves blasted out, as if a booming thunder had exploded in the farmyard.

The three Gold Medal Killers simultaneously suffered violent backlash, spewing a mouthful of blood and toppling backward.

Fang Cheng didn’t give them any respite.

With a step forward, his figure moved like a shadow, instantly appearing beside the person on the far left.

His five fingers formed claws, gripping the man’s top of the skull like steel, and pressed down forcefully.

Bam!

The man’s head was like an iron ball smashed into a wall, half of the neck along with shattered bones was pressed directly into the chest cavity.

Fang Cheng turned around, lifted his leg, eyes fierce, aiming at another Gold Medal Killer.

A powerful front kick landed fiercely on the chest of the killer in the middle.

The tremendous force instantly shattered the man’s entire ribcage, the power penetrated through.

Like a kite with a broken string, the man flew over ten meters away, heavily crashing onto the muddy ground without a sound.

The last Gold Medal Killer was frightened out of his wits, turning around trying to flee for his life.

Fang Cheng stepped forward to catch up, grabbing his ankle, and swung his whole body like a windmill, smashing him heavily onto the ground.

Smack!

Just like swatting a fly, brains splattered, flesh and blood blurred.

Blood mixed with shattered tissues spread, staining a large area of the muddy ground crimson.

"Refreshing!"

Fatty Hu, watching from the side, felt his blood boiling, his face flushing red.

He let out a roar, swung his massive fists like sand pots, and charged at several terrified Silver Medal Killers around.

Li Fei stood in the rain, raised his hand to wipe his wet face, finally recovering from the extreme shock.

Unlike old fellows like Fatty Hu, who were already familiar with the Chairman’s extraordinary means.

This was his first time witnessing the Chairman’s battle.

Looking at the ground littered with broken corpses, the splattering blood, and the masked man crushing all life in the crowd.

An irreverent thought lingered in his mind relentlessly.

Compared to those insidious and brutal assassins of the Black Shark Organization, this Illuminati Chairman seemed more like a villain.

No, he was simply a despair-inducing terrifying monster!

Li Fei shook his head, forcefully suppressing the absurd thoughts in his mind.

Then he turned his hand to grip the dagger tightly, also joining the battle.

Rumble——

The dull thunder rolled across the sky.

Pale lightning split the clouds, briefly illuminating the Peace Farm with a scene akin to a chaotic scene.

Fang Cheng stood amidst the scattered limbs and blood, exuding a pungent bloody scent and an oppressing sense of suffocation.

After neatly killing over ten assassins, he slightly turned, flicking off the blood adhered to his fingertips.

Then he slowly turned his head, his scorching gaze once again locking onto Ghost Fox standing not far away.

The heavy rain continued to pour down.

Large raindrops hit the corpses, splashing mud mixed with blood water.

Most of the Black Shark members lying around were Fang Cheng’s handiwork.

Almost all of them were instantly broken bones, shattered organs by a tremendous force, dying horribly.

"Blech!"

Not far away, Fatty Hu’s voice came.

He spat, twisted the neck of the last Silver Medal Killer in his hand.

Then threw the corpse into a puddle like a dead dog, striding over.

On his bronze chest hung rainwater flowing sideways and the enemy’s blood, the black bristles on his body slowly retracting instinctively.

Li Fei also flicked the blood off his short dagger, stepping through the mud and water to come forward.

They had already killed their respective opponents, now only one living person remained.

Ghost Fox watched the three approaching him, his two legs felt as if filled with lead, heavy.

Especially facing Fang Cheng’s scorching and terrifying gaze under the mask, he felt his entire body’s blood seemed frozen by this oppressive force.

He instinctively stepped back, his heel stepped on a limp corpse, his body swayed, almost falling.

Usually high up in the Black Shark, now his face was pale, the muscles at the corners of his eyes uncontrollably twitching.

Even if he was an S-Class expert, in the face of absolute power, he was no different from a quail waiting to be slaughtered.

"Wait!"

Ghost Fox gasped rapidly, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his tone, raised both hands indicating for everyone not to make a move:

"Illuminati Chairman, we can negotiate a deal. You let me go, today’s matter is written off..."

"Negotiate? Now you want to negotiate?"

Li Fei took a sudden step forward, shouted angrily.

The wet hair hanging down his forehead kept dripping rainwater mixed with blood, the hatred in his eyes undisguised:

"When you killed Master Li, deceived us apprentices, and tortured eldest brother, why didn’t you want to talk properly with us?"

"Exactly!"

Fatty Hu clenched his fist abruptly, his knuckles making a series of dull explosive sounds, shouted hoarsely:

"Just now that dead dog boasted about tearing off my arm, you were quite proud. Now you want to make peace? Too late!"