Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1497 - 721:
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Hattori Kyuzo’s eyes widened, his eyeballs almost protruding from their sockets.
He stared at his legendary katana, crafted by a master swordsmith from Japan through countless trials and tempering, being pinched effortlessly between Fang Cheng’s two fingers, emitting a mournful sound of metal.
The resilient blade, forged from Otherworldly black iron, was twisted into a spiral pattern reminiscent of a twisted bun.
Following a crisp "crack," the katana snapped cleanly in half.
The shattered blade flew past his cheek, tracing a few fine blood lines on his skin, from which warm blood beads instantly seeped.
The immense shock gripped Hattori Kyuzo’s heart, leaving him frozen in place, delayed for a full 0.1 seconds.
This sword had accompanied him in battle for over a decade, severing countless weapons and armaments, yet today it was destroyed by two human fingers as if kneading dough!
Reason triumphed over fear, and he decisively let go of the hilt, planting his feet on the ground, attempting to retreat explosively.
"Trying to leave?"
Fang Cheng’s gaze burned fiercely, his sight penetrating the thick smoke instantly, locking directly onto the clone that was attempting to meld into the shadows.
His right hand lashed out suddenly, fingers spread wide, fast enough to leave a trail of afterimages in the air.
Snap!
Fang Cheng’s broad hand grasped the "clone" by the neck, lifting him effortlessly into the air like pulling out an onion.
The shocked Hattori Kyuzo kicked wildly in mid-air, his hands gripping Fang Cheng’s arm desperately, yet utterly unable to budge an inch.
Only now did Hattori Kyuzo come to a sudden realization.
Fang Cheng had been standing and taking blows deliberately, exposing weaknesses, waiting precisely for the moment when under the cover of smoke, his true body attempted to flee!
"Uh..."
Choking for breath, Hattori Kyuzo struggled, forming a single-hand seal quickly.
With a muffled "boom."
The body held by Fang Cheng transformed instantly into a puff of white smoke, vanishing along with the surrounding three clones without a trace.
Immediately after, with a ’plop’ sound.
A broken piece of dry wood slipped from Fang Cheng’s fingertips, falling to the ground.
"Substitution Technique? Interesting."
Fang Cheng paused slightly, clapped his hands, and his gaze swiftly scanned over the ruined hall.
From the ventilation duct at the top of the hall came a subtle sound of movement.
Hattori Kyuzo lay on the twelve-meter-high load-bearing beam, gasping for breath.
At this moment, he had already lost the katana he depended on for survival, with several bruised fingerprints lingering on his neck.
"Xia Country man, I admit your strength is formidable, even mastering Hard Qigong to legendary levels."
Hattori Kyuzo looked down at Fang Cheng, feigning calm as he spoke:
"But my Iga Ninja Technique is not lacking either; martial artists like you who rely solely on physical strength are naturally disadvantaged against mutants.
"Now that I’m prepared, you might find it difficult to even touch the hem of my garment."
Fang Cheng tilted his head, gazing at Hattori Kyuzo perched like a monkey on the beam, smirking:
"Really? I hope you’ll still be in the mood to say such things later."
"Hmph, then let’s rely on our skills and see who laughs last."
Hattori Kyuzo snorted lightly, saying no more.
He clamped the beam with his legs, hands swiftly forming seals, afterimages weaving into a lotus shape in front of his chest.
"Secret Technique: Domain Expansion: Thousand Blades Red Lotus Hell!"
As the final Dharma Seal was completed, the air around the hall suddenly emitted a resonant high-frequency hum.
Visible sound waves rippled like water from Hattori Kyuzo outward in all directions.
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang—
The scattered short blades on the ground suddenly began to tremble violently, as though losing gravity, gradually floating upward.
"What’s going on? My dagger is flying on its own?!"
A patrol team member on the periphery exclaimed in shock.
The fine steel dagger on his waist seemed alive, forcefully snapping the buckle of its sheath, with a "whoosh" flying into the air.
Not just him but all members of the True Thought Society present carrying cold weapons, whether daggers, short swords, or the Finger Tiger dropped by Zhao Lei, all seemed called by some strong magnetic field.
Hundreds of metal blades soared into the air, converging into a steel river, swirling and dancing.
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang—
The clashing sound of metal gathered together, like thousands of troops roaring, deafening.
The True Thought Society members showed expressions of shock, retreating en masse, seeking cover.
The domain skill exhibited by the S-Class power user had already surpassed traditional martial arts, forcibly manipulating the rules of a certain substance.
"Die!"
Hattori Kyuzo swung his arms downward fiercely.
The steel river swirling in the air instantly reversed direction, transforming into an impenetrable metal storm, pouring down on Fang Cheng.
Each blade enveloped in wind pressure capable of cutting steel, with such power, enough to shred a main battle tank into a heap of scrap metal.
Facing this cataclysmic metal storm, Fang Cheng not only did not dodge but stepped forward, head-on.
Ding ding dang—
The dense blades rained down on Fang Cheng like a storm.
The golden True Qi light on Fang Cheng’s body swirled intensely, emitting a resonance like a grand bell.
Those blades that could cut gold and jade, upon contact with Fang Cheng’s body, were immediately rebounded, shattered by the Protective Gang Qi.
Fang Cheng’s stride was steady, moving leisurely through the terrifying metal storm.
Regardless of the surrounding whirlwind, sword light, and shadow, he didn’t even flinch.
Occasionally, a few heavy long blades attempted to stab at his eyes, but he waved them aside, directly slapping them into misshapen scrap iron.