Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1496 - 720:

Beside her, Wu Yingshan didn’t hide the brilliant light in her eyes.

She crossed her hands over her chest, her bright red lips curving into a charming arc, while her proud bust heaved slightly with excitement.

So handsome!

This ability to master absolute violence with such ease is far more deadly attractive to a woman than any power or wealth.

Wu Yingshan’s heart raced uncontrollably, and she couldn’t help but marvel silently.

With such a strong and handsome man as her superior, the days ahead, she reckoned, would never be boring.

As for those guards and mid-level cadres who had just arrived from downstairs and were still unclear about Fang Cheng’s identity, they were even more dumbfounded, forgetting to put down the guns in their hands.

They witnessed the battle firsthand.

The arrogant Japanese brute who regarded human life as grass had an entire arm rendered useless by a single punch, and was sent flying like a dead dog.

At this moment, the young man in the black linen shirt had established an unattainable image in their minds.

Fang Cheng slowly retracted his right fist and casually flicked away the blood foam staining his knuckle.

He then flexed his wrist, with two crisp pops emanating from his joints.

He remained indifferent, as if he had just swatted a bothersome fly away from the dining table.

Then he stepped forward, the soles of his shoes grinding against the scattered glass shards and cement debris, creating a sound that set one’s teeth on edge.

Fang Cheng moved across the hall that resembled a ruin, step by step, closing in on the two Japanese men leaning against the door.

Hattori Kyuzo’s pupils shrank, and he instinctively lowered his center of gravity.

At the same time, his left hand rested on the katana’s scabbard, hiding his body in the shadow of the door frame, assuming the Iga School’s Iaido stance.

In the hall, the previously agitated members of the True Thought Society collectively held their breath at this moment.

Dozens of eyes followed Fang Cheng’s upright back, their gazes filled with uncontrollable fervor and anticipation.

They clutched their weapons tightly, but no one dared to step forward and interfere.

Everyone was waiting, waiting to see how this unfathomable new chairman would personally crush the supposed genius of the Iga School.

Crack, crack.

With every step Fang Cheng took, Hattori Kyuzo felt an invisible weight increase upon his shoulders.

The air in the hall seemed to turn into a mire.

The thick scent of blood mixed with the intense aura emanating from Fang Cheng, drilling straight into his lungs through the respiratory tract.

Cold sweat seeped densely from Hattori Kyuzo’s back, soaking the lining of his black kimono.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly suppressing the instinctive tremor within him.

As one of the Iga School’s most outstanding talents in thirty years, he could meditate underwater beneath a waterfall at the age of seven and become solitary in the Hokkaido ice field at fifteen, killing a rampaging mutant giant bear with his bare hands.

Having stepped into the S-Class domain for a full five years, not only had his physical fitness exceeded human physiological limits, he was also skilled in hundreds of assassination ninjutsu techniques.

How could he retreat before an unknown young man from Xia Country, cowardly without a fight?

"Pretentious Xia Country man, don’t think you can beat Iga’s ninjutsu with mere brute strength attack!"

Hattori Kyuzo squeezed out a low growl from his throat, launching an attack before Fang Cheng could approach.

His left thumb aggressively pushed the katana guard, emitting a sharp "clang", with the long blade protruding half an inch.

At the same time, his right hand crossed swiftly in front of his chest, fingers flying, instantly forming the complex "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe" four Dharma seals.

"Ninja Technique: Four Purple Shadow Killing Array!"

Boom!

A thick white smoke exploded at Hattori Kyuzo’s feet, instantly obscuring everyone’s vision.

Immediately, four sharp tearing sounds like ripping through curtains echoed through the air.

The white smoke dispersed forcefully by rapidly moving bodies.

Four identical Hattori Kyuzos, wielding sharp katanas, simultaneously attacked Fang Cheng at the center from four directions: front, back, left, and right.

There was no delay from any afterimages.

These four figures seemed entirely real, possessing the same breathing frequency, identical body temperature, and even generating the same wind pressure when their blades sliced through the air.

They formed a cross-slashing formation, completely closing off all of Fang Cheng’s paths of evasion.

From the rear, Zheng Hongxin, observing the scene, had his heart skip a beat, his palm full of sweat as he clutched his cane.

He had witnessed this move’s power before.

Back on the open sea, Hattori Kenji, who was defeated by President Su, had also used a similar Shadow Clone attack.

If President Su hadn’t intervened, Zheng Hongxin might have been chopped into two halves.

At this moment, mixed among the clones, Hattori Kyuzo’s mouth curled into a cruel arc.

Three years ago, he had used this "Four Purple Shadow Killing Array" to instantly shred a Thai Boxing King with enhanced superpowers at an underground boxing ring in Bangkok.

No matter the strength of this Xia Country man, as long as these four elusive katanas hit the target simultaneously, even an armored vehicle would be dismantled.

However, facing this airtight kill array, Fang Cheng appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

He stopped in his tracks, standing quietly in place, simply watching the four gleaming katanas descend upon him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Four extremely piercing metallic collision sounds exploded simultaneously, causing nearby young guards to cover their ears in pain and squat down.

Four katanas thus hacked at Fang Cheng’s occiput, carotid artery, left rib, and heart area.

The blades tore through Fang Cheng’s ordinary linen shirt but could not penetrate further.

There was no blood spurting, no flesh and bone separation.

Hattori Kyuzo only felt violent vibrations at the web of his hands, as if the katana had struck an indestructible bronze wall.

Upon close inspection, he could see Fang Cheng’s exposed skin surface subtly glowing with a faint golden light.

The golden light seemed feeble, yet like tangible armor, completely warding off the sharp blade edges.

"Vajra Unbreakable Body?!"

Hattori Kyuzo exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In the modern world, how could anyone possibly practice this Outer Hard Skill mentioned only in ancient legends to such a level?

Even to the extent of ignoring the full force of an S-Class expert’s strike?

Zheng Hongxin and Chen Jiandong, watching the scene, finally felt their tension drop, replaced by an outburst of uncontainable excitement.

The chairman is indeed outrageously strong!

Fang Cheng slightly turned his head, glancing at the blade resting on his shoulder, smirking.

"If this is all you have, then I’ll have to retaliate now."

Upon hearing these words, Hattori Kyuzo’s eyelids twitched suddenly, the intense crisis making him bristle.

Without hesitation, he changed tactics; his right hand shook the katana’s hilt, ejecting a black pill from the handle’s end, which hit the ground at Fang Cheng’s feet.

Boom!

Pungent black smoke exploded instantly, obscuring Fang Cheng’s view, accompanied by a powerful neurotoxic poison.

Taking advantage of the smoke cover, one of Hattori Kyuzo’s clones suddenly launched an attack.

He gripped the katana’s handle with both hands, concentrating all his power at its tip, like a viper, aiming directly for Fang Cheng’s vulnerable eyes.

This was the Iga School’s most insidious assassination technique, the "Poison Dragon Drill".

The blade tip was now less than three centimeters from Fang Cheng’s pupil, and Hattori Kyuzo could even see the flutter of Fang Cheng’s eyelashes.

The whirlwind of near-success flooded his heart.

Snap.

A crisp sound pierced through the smoke.

Two long, slender white fingers somehow stood tall in the air, like a steel hydraulic clamp, precisely pinching the katana’s blade.

Seeing this, Hattori Kyuzo’s arm muscles bulged, as he once more pressed his attack.

He desperately wanted to push the blade tip forward by even a millimeter, but found it as immobile as if anchored to a titanium alloy base.

"This katana looks good, too bad it followed the wrong master."

Fang Cheng’s calm voice echoed through the smoke.

And then, those two fingers pinching the blade seemed to casually twist to the right.

Gritch——

A teeth-grating sound of metal twisting rang out.