Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1495 - 720

Almost the same moves, the same head-to-head clash.

The results presented to everyone were starkly opposite.

Momochi Yugoro’s right arm, tempered to be as hard as alloy, twisted, folded, and finally started breaking from the fingertips to the wrist, forearm, elbow, and even the entire shoulder blade in an instant.

Then it shattered inch by inch, blood spilling wildly.

Bone splinters pierced through dark red skin, shockingly exposed to the air.

"Ugh ah!"

A piercing scream just escaped his throat.

The impact wave, like Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning, swept out from the two as the center.

The Persian carpets remaining in the hall were uprooted, torn into fragments like countless black butterflies flying in mid-air.

The surface of the load-bearing pillars, three people needed to embrace them, burst with deep cracks, cement fragments rolling down.

The destructive force of this collision was at least ten times greater than when Momochi Yugoro had knocked Zhao Lei flying earlier!

It was like a heavy bomb exploding indoors, raising a furious airwave.

Momochi Yugoro’s over two-meter strong build flew backward like a heavy truck intercepted, spraying blood.

The speed so fast, it dragged a crimson blood arrow in the air.

"Yugoro!"

On the other side of the hall, Hattori Kyuzo, who had been coldly watching, finally changed his expression.

The arms previously crossed in front of his chest suddenly let go, stepping out with the unique "Shrinking Ground" footwork of the Iga School.

His figure instantly blurred, like a ghost without substance, cutting across behind Momochi Yugoro’s flying trajectory.

This scene mirrored Fang Cheng stopping Zhao Lei earlier.

Except the target had completely changed.

Hattori Kyuzo reached out his hands, precisely supporting his clan brother’s broad back, attempting to catch him using the unloading techniques of ninjutsu.

However, the moment his palms touched the back, Hattori Kyuzo’s face suddenly changed dramatically.

The residual force in Momochi Yugoro’s body was strong and fierce, like an enraged dragon crossing the river, drilling into his arms without hindrance.

Hattori Kyuzo grunted, feeling the bones of his arms ache and sting, his chest churning with blood, unable to stabilize his stance.

He could only grit his teeth, safeguarding Momochi Yugoro as they retreated.

Under their feet, the tiles were plowed like fragile tofu into two grooves several centimeters deep.

Mixed rocks rolled over to both sides, creating a remarkable scene.

They retreated a full dozen steps.

Hattori Kyuzo’s back heavily hit the steel doorframe of the first-floor hall.

Accompanied by a loud "clang" sound.

The thick metal doorframe was bent inward, finally dispelling the terrifying force.

The battle instantly ended.

The hall was dead silent, plunged into a deathly stillness.

Dust and a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

Momochi Yugoro collapsed limply into Hattori Kyuzo’s arms.

His right arm hung like cooked noodles, powerless at his side.

The skin peeled back, blood dripped steadily to the ground.

The intense pain made his muscles uncontrollably convulse and twitch, his forehead covered in beads of cold sweat.

Momochi Yugoro emitted painful hisses from his throat, unable to utter a complete harsh word.

Hattori Kyuzo gently set down his clan brother and stood.

His fingers tightened around the katana, the fingertips digging into the bandage on the handle.

At this moment, the contempt and pride in his eyes were replaced by indescribable shock, staring intently at Fang Cheng standing in the center of the hall.

As a ninja adept in assassination and combat, he had exceptional perception.

But he clearly hadn’t sensed any superpower fluctuations from Fang Cheng just now.

Pure physical strength? How is this possible?!

When did the True Thought Society produce such a monster? Why wasn’t it recorded in intelligence qualifications?

Could it be that he is a carefully cultivated weapon by a noble family in Xia Country, or perhaps the rare martial arts genius of legend?

Hattori Kyuzo’s gaze flickered, his mind uncertain, various thoughts rapidly passed.

Meanwhile, the True Thought Society members standing behind Fang Cheng, after a brief stupor, their eyes erupted with uncontrollable joy and shock.

Zheng Hongxin’s hands gripping the cane trembled with excitement, the veins on the back of his hands bulging from exertion.

His originally turbid eyes now brightened frighteningly, looking at Fang Cheng’s upright back, even his eyes brimmed with a hint of tears.

One move!

Just one move, in the most brutal and direct manner, crushed a Japanese body techniques expert who touched the S-Class threshold!

This unreasonable suppressive power was no inferior to the former Chairman Su Jing’an, and in pure violent aesthetics, it might even surpass him.

Could it be... the long weakened True Thought Society finally has a successor?

Chen Jiandong exhaled deeply, quietly releasing his grip on the katana hilt.

His back was already soaked in cold sweat, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Recollecting Fang Cheng’s calm demeanor on the altar, only now did he truly understand that the other’s confidence came from absolute strength.

Feng Kehai gently stroked his chin with his palm, the reflection of Fang Cheng’s back in his glasses.

His eyes flickered, reevaluating Fang Cheng’s strategic value.

This young man brings not just the key to open the Secret Realm but also acts as the Stabilizer capable of maintaining peace on Yong’an Island, suppressing all threats.