Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1494 - 719:

In an instant, it was as if a massive wave soared up, carrying the screech of rent air, and smashed straight toward Momochi Yugoro’s chest.

"Ignorant of life and death."

Momochi Yugoro sneered, advancing instead of retreating.

He slightly withdrew his right leg half a step backward, twisted his waist, and channeled the power of all his muscles into his right fist.

No fancy techniques, just pure strength collision.

Bam!

The two fists clashed violently in mid-air.

A visibly white wave of air exploded in the atmosphere, shaking the scattered glass shards around into fine powder.

Zhao Lei grunted, only feeling an unimaginable force akin to mountains shifting and seas overturning gushing through his arm.

The "Tidal Spiritual Power" imbued in his fist was crushed and shattered instantaneously upon contact.

The bones of his right arm emitted a lamenting creak, unable to bear the burden.

In the next second, Zhao Lei’s robust body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward at a speed faster than his advance, heading straight toward the load-bearing pillar behind him.

If he collided head-on, even if Zhao Lei survived, he’d lose half his life.

Zheng Hongxin and Chen Jiandong’s faces drastically changed, but it was too late to intervene for a rescue.

Just as Zhao Lei’s back was about to touch the wall.

A slender, fair hand suddenly extended from the side, firmly placing itself on Zhao Lei’s back.

This hand seemed light and effortless, but at the moment of contact, it unleashed a gentle yet continuous pulling force.

Fang Cheng stood behind Zhao Lei, his wrist turning slightly.

The explosive energy potent enough to demolish an entire wall was skillfully redirected through his palm into the ground beneath.

Click.

The hard marble floor under Fang Cheng’s foot instantly sank half an inch, cracking into a web of fine lines.

Yet Zhao Lei, at the center of the shockwave, miraculously stabilized, landing back on the ground unscathed.

Zhao Lei gasped for air, still shaken, looking at his slightly trembling right arm.

Then he turned his head to Fang Cheng, who had retracted his right hand, his eyes brimming with gratitude.

"Thank you... Chairman Fang!"

Zhao Lei swallowed, speaking with lingering fear.

This "Chairman" was called out willingly, without any of the previous perfunctory feel.

In the center of the hall, both Momochi Yugoro and Hattori Kyuzo squinted their eyes.

They initially thought Zhao Lei was the only tough one among the group, not expecting another concealed fighter at the back who could effortlessly dissipate S-Class strength.

It’s worth noting that although Momochi Yugoro’s comprehensive strength hadn’t reached S-Class, he was barely touching the domain’s threshold, with a great chance of advancing soon.

What he prided himself most on was his terrifying brute force capable of tearing steel.

And now, this brute force was easily neutralized by a young stranger.

"Oh?"

Momochi Yugoro shook his slightly sore fist, his gaze fixed on Fang Cheng, eyes igniting with an excited fighting spirit:

"A Xia Country person, it seems you do have some skills. Are you a senior member of the True Thought Society too?"

Fang Cheng ignored Momochi Yugoro’s provocation.

He slowly passed Zhao Lei, arriving in front of the severely injured guard, facing the two arrogant Japanese S-Class powerhouses alone.

Fang Cheng raised his hand, patting the slight dust on his black linen shirt, his gaze as calm as an unfathomable lake.

"I was just upstairs eating seafood. It was quite good until you guys ruined my mood."

He lowered his hands, clenching them into fists, his tone emanating a chilling ruthlessness:

"In that case, let your lives pay for this meal."

The air in the hall, originally turbulent, seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, their gazes all converged on Fang Cheng.

The guards of the True Thought Society looked bewildered, not knowing what gave this suddenly emerged young man the audacity to utter such bold words to two formidable top-tier warriors.

Zheng Hongxin and the other senior officials held their breath, concentrating intensely, afraid to miss any detail of the new chairman’s move.

Momochi Yugoro was momentarily stunned, then, as if hearing the most ridiculous joke, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

The rough waves of his laughter shook the chandelier above, making a clattering sound.

"Betting our lives for meal money? Xia Country man, do you think you’re the Martial God’s descent?"

Momochi Yugoro stopped laughing, his eyes’ contempt quickly vanished, replaced by the brutality and concentration of a beast ready to hunt.

He staggered his feet, right foot forward, left heel slightly lifted, his waist sinking into position.

He strikingly assumed the most classic "Three Battle Stance" from the Kyokushin Style Karate.

With heavy breaths that resembled a bull’s panting, his bronze skin rapidly surfaced with dark red blood patterns, like gnarled roots coiling around his thick arms and neck.

The surrounding air was scorched by the high temperature of his energy and blood, vaguely forming distorted ripples.

The lion hunts the rabbit with all its might.

Although Momochi Yugoro was arrogant in words, he would never make the rookie mistake of underestimating his opponent in a real fight.

Just now, when Fang Cheng single-handedly dispelled Zhao Lei’s impact, it already proved this man from Xia Country was no ordinary person.

Therefore, right from the start, he activated the Iga School’s secret body technique "Asura Blood Qi" which was improved with Karate.

He pulled his right fist back to his waist, muscles taut to the extreme.

Three years ago, while on an assassination mission in Hokkaido, he used this move "Ultimate Secret Technique: Destruction Straight Punch" to directly withstand a riot armored vehicle.

It was pure strength clashing with steel, resulting in him shattering the thick bulletproof steel plate with one punch, turning the target inside into a pool of flesh along with the seat.

Today, he intended to recreate that moment of glory in front of these Xia Country people, making everyone dumbfounded in shock.

He even quickly pre-envisioned the follow-up moves in his mind.

If the opponent barely withstood this punch, he would follow up within a tenth of a second by turning his fist into a claw, performing the "Round Seal Hand," firmly locking onto the opponent’s joint.

Then, borrowing power to leverage, execute a perfect shoulder throw to slam him fiercely into the marble ground below, crushing every vertebra in this kid’s body.

Momochi Yugoro was filled with confidence.

No matter how abnormal the opponent’s physique was, able to bear the direct air explosion impact, he absolutely couldn’t defend against such precise and skilled combo moves.

Fang Cheng stood twenty meters away, eyes blazing, expression calm.

Facing the human-shaped ferocious beast in front of him, poised with energy surging, he did not assume any defensive posture.

He merely lifted his right leg and took a step forward.

The sole of his shoe made contact with the marble floor.

Dong.

A deep, unusual sound reverberated throughout the hall, as if a thousand-pound hammer had pounded directly on everyone’s heart.

The ground beneath Fang Cheng’s foot instantly caved into a half-meter wide pit.

Web-like cracks crazily spiderwebbed across the surface, spraying rock fragments out like bullets.

Using this violent recoil, Fang Cheng transformed into a black phantom, pulling the piercing sound of an explosive snap, instantly closing the twenty-plus meter distance, appearing before Momochi Yugoro.

Without any elaborate techniques, Fang Cheng executed a straightforward and unembellished straight punch.

The air at the front of his fist compressed rapidly into a visible white ring, carrying a destructive aura, driving forward with a landslide’s force.

"So fast!"

Momochi Yugoro’s heart jolted, almost unable to react.

Fortunately, he was already in stance, then he opened his eyes wide, his waist and hips suddenly erupting, blasting out all his energy and blood along with his right fist, smashing towards Fang Cheng’s fist.

A large and small fist collided in mid-air without reservation.

However.

Within a millisecond of contact, all those combo thoughts in Momochi Yugoro’s mind about tearing, slamming, and tormenting the enemy vanished in an instant.

Replaced by, was an ultimate tremor originating from the deepest part of his soul.

He felt his proud fist had not struck a human body of flesh and blood but had collided head-on with a steel mountain moving at supersonic speed.

The power was not only immense to the point of despair, but also carried an inexplicable penetrative force.

Crack—

The piercing sound of bone breaking clearly overshadowed the explosion from the clash of their fists.