Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1498 - 721:

On the beam, Hattori Kyuzo’s face had turned pale as paper.

Using a domain ability already severely drains one’s vitality and spiritual power.

He desperately squeezed every ounce of energy from within, trying to control the weapons to cut through Fang Cheng’s defense.

Even if it was just a slight cut, it would suffice.

But all of it was in vain.

As Fang Cheng walked step by step toward the center of the hall, those originally whistling and hovering short swords and daggers, after continuous collisions and vibrations, lost all their sharpness, thoroughly losing their spiritual essence.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

One weapon after another broke and fell, all trampled under Fang Cheng’s feet, turning into piles of metal scraps.

Crash——

When the last dagger fell to the ground, making a crisp echo.

Hattori Kyuzo’s mental defenses completely collapsed.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he did not choose to stubbornly continue the confrontation.

In an instant, a saying from Xia Country flashed in his mind:

Recognizing the situation makes a great hero! Keep the green mountains, and don’t worry about burning firewood.

He gritted his teeth silently, quickly clasping his hands together, forming a handprint.

Bang!

His body once again exploded in a thick plume of white smoke.

Taking advantage of this smoke as cover, Hattori Kyuzo’s figure instantly transformed into four shadow clones.

The four figures darted outside, each racing in a different direction, trying to disperse the pursuers and find a way to escape.

As for the clan brother Momochi Yugoro, lying on the ground with a broken arm, he didn’t even glance at him.

"Stop him!"

"He attacked our True Thought Society headquarters, injuring so many brothers, we must not let him escape!"

The True Thought Society officials behind cover immediately shouted anxiously when they saw this.

Everyone rushed out from behind cover, splitting up to chase after the fleeing clones.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Several patrol members raised their guns, continuously firing towards the door and windows.

The shotguns shattered the remaining glass, but could not hit those extremely agile shadow clones.

Chen Jiandong and Zhao Lei saw this and each used their movement techniques, chasing in the directions of two of the escaping clones, attempting to intercept.

Fang Cheng stood still, not rushing to pursue.

He bent slightly, picking up a shattered short sword with dulled edges from the scrap pile at his feet.

As he applied force with his fingers, there was a soft crackling sound as the already cracked short sword was crushed into four evenly sized rhombus-shaped iron pieces.

Then, Fang Cheng straightened up, flipping his palm.

A brilliant golden gang qi flowed out from his fingertips, tightly encasing the four iron pieces.

Instantly, a layer of scorching red glow emerged on the surface of the iron fragments.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his gaze locking onto a figure outside the hall, his wrist giving a fierce flick.

Whoosh——

The four iron pieces simultaneously shot out, drawing long white vapour trails in the air as they headed straight for their target.

The initial speed broke the sound barrier, astonishingly reaching dozens of times the speed of sound.

Outside the hall.

Hattori Kyuzo used the other three clones to confuse sight and fled crazily down the road leading down the mountain.

He employed the Iga School’s "Shrinking Ground" movement technique, his figure flickering rapidly under the shadow of trees, with each leap covering more than ten meters.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and regret.

The original plan was flawless.

He found out that True Thought Society’s Stabilizer, Su Jing’an, had been missing for years, with the headquarters leaderless and only the aged Vice Chairman Zheng Hongxin holding the fort.

Seeing his enemies weakened to such an extent, it was a heaven-sent opportunity that absolutely could not be missed.

So, Hattori Kyuzo brought his clan brother Momochi Yugoro, venturing alone into Yong’an Island for revenge.

Having just been promoted to S-Class not long ago, he was full of confidence and high spirits.

Thinking that this would be a one-sided slaughter, cutting down enemies like slicing vegetables, using his extraordinary ninjutsu to awe the masses, while also taking over the entire organization of True Thought Society.

Unexpectedly, he ran into this unreasonable monster Fang Cheng!

He used every trick he had, revealing all kinds of ninja techniques, yet couldn’t even scratch his opponent’s surface.

"Just who is that Xia Country person?"

"Such pure physical suppression, could he, like Su Jing’an back then, also be a Super S-Class monster that transcends conventional concepts?"

Hattori Kyuzo clenched his teeth, raging furiously in his heart.

His only thought now was to escape this island and return alive to the East Japan Ninja Village to awaken that madman from the forbidden zone.

Perhaps only that madman who transformed himself into a half-human and half-demon in pursuit of strength could be a match for the new Chairman of the True Thought Society.

As for the clan brother left in the hall, he could only apologize in his heart.

"Yugoro, I’ll avenge you next time I return!"

The thought swiftly flashed through his mind.

Just as he reached an annex in front of the building, Hattori Kyuzo’s ears caught a sharp whistling sound from behind.

He abruptly turned his head, his pupils rapidly contracting.

In his vision, four streaks of light trailing white vapor were shooting towards his position at a speed undetectable by the naked eye.

"What is that?!"

Hattori Kyuzo’s liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he stomped his feet fiercely on the ground, pushing the "Shrinking Ground" technique to its limit.

His body twisted at an incredible angle in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the streak of light.

Bang!

A piece of iron wrapped in Gang Qi grazed his shoulder and punched a fist-sized hole through the thick concrete wall.

Yet, before he could catch his breath, three more streaks of light followed suit, reaching him almost simultaneously.

These three iron pieces drew three sharp arcs in mid-air, completely sealing off any space he could dodge.

Puh! Puh! Puh!

The dull sounds of flesh tearing resounded in quick succession.

Three pieces of iron, moving with terrifying kinetic energy at tens of times the speed of sound, pierced through Hattori Kyuzo’s knee joints and left chest.

The enormous impact force sent his entire body flying, nailing him to the wall.

Crash!

The brick wall couldn’t withstand such a dreadful impact and collapsed halfway instantly.

Bricks and rubble fell with a clatter, stirring up dust all around.

"Cough..."

In the ruins, Hattori Kyuzo spewed out a large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

He looked down at the three bloody holes in his body, especially the fatal wound in the left chest that had completely shattered his heart, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but his lungs had already deflated, only emitting a hissing gasping sound.

Subsequently, his head tilted to one side, and with a heart full of unwillingness, he utterly lost all vitality.

The body slid down the wall, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

At the same time, the other three clones, having lost the chakra support from the main body and pursued by members of the True Thought Society, disappeared into white smoke in a "poof".

Moments later.

Chen Jiandong, Zhao Lei, and a few armed patrol members, who rushed out of the hall, arrived belatedly.

When they saw Hattori Kyuzo lying in a pool of blood, dead in a gruesome manner, they all stopped in their tracks, gasping in cold air.

Two top-tier fighters, just like that, one was crippled, and the other dead.

And the one who took them down hadn’t even stepped out of the hall.

Inside the hall, it was a mess.

Zheng Hongxin, leaning on a cane, looked at the hall that had been reduced to ruins.

The whole person seemed in a daze, as if frozen in place.

"Vice Chairman? Are you alright?"

Wu Yingshan walked forward in high heels, calling softly.

Feng Kehai also restrained his inner shock and stood silently by the side.

Upon hearing the call, Zheng Hongxin snapped out of it suddenly, waving his hands repeatedly:

"Oh, oh... I’m fine."

Then, accompanied by the two, he slowly walked up to Fang Cheng.

The old man tightly gripped his cane with both hands, his lips trembling for a long time, yet he was too excited to speak a word.

One should know, these two East Japan experts who came for revenge were not just some unknown mediocre fighters.

They were genuine Upper-level Ninjas of the Iga School, proficient in assassination and destruction, with at least A+ level combat capabilities.

Especially Hattori Kyuzo, who could execute the "Thousand Blades Red Lotus Hell", and mastered the Domain Ability, was undoubtedly a top-tier S-Class expert.

He was not much inferior even compared to his prime.

If it wasn’t for Fang Cheng being here presiding over the situation today, True Thought Society probably wouldn’t have escaped a disaster, and a bloody and fierce battle would have been inevitable.

Thinking about how many members of the society might have perished, not to mention that even his old bones would have been laid to rest here.

Zheng Hongxin couldn’t help but feel a wave of lingering fear, yet also a sense of great fortune.