Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 927 - 469: Time to Strike

Hoo—

The night wind suddenly changed direction, sweeping up a few dark sparks, narrowly brushing past Fang Cheng’s temple.

In the darkness, his eyes shone terrifyingly bright, not due to reflection, but as if two deep-red flames burned fiercely from within.

The swirling and incessantly shrieking Ghost Shadows retreated in fear when they came within three feet of his skin, as if encountering an invisible barrier.

Fang Cheng slowly lifted his head, his gaze penetrating through the dense Ghost Shadows and countless phosphorescent flames, locking onto Chen Hongye. His voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.

"These petty tricks aren’t even enough to make me use defensive tactics."

His feet were staggered, his shoulder slightly dropped, his right hand pressed tightly to his waist, while his left hand guarded in front.

The muscle lines hidden beneath his clothes were gradually becoming apparent, their contours starting to show.

"Now..."

Fang Cheng adopted a stance, glaring at the monster before him, which even fire couldn’t kill, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"It’s my turn to strike."

As he spoke, his right hand clenched even tighter, emitting a cracking sound.

His fist flushed red with extreme exertion, beneath the skin bulging veins twisted like dormant angry dragons.

It seemed to harbor a violent power that could destroy everything.

"Do you want to punch me?"

Chen Hongye was initially startled, seemingly not expecting the opponent to choose such a primitive way to fight, but then he broke into a brilliant smile.

"Hahaha... What an absurdity!"

His laughter rocked back and forth, filled with unabashed mockery.

"Just a mere Spiritual Ability User, managing to resist my Soul Hooking Demon Shadow is an accomplishment already, and he dares to think of defeating me with petty Kung Fu?"

Chen Hongye stood there leisurely, not even adopting any defensive stance, but instead raised a hand, beckoning Fang Cheng with disdain using his fingers.

"Come on, bring it on."

His crimson eyes gleamed with a cat-and-mouse mockery.

"I’ve slumbered long enough, my body needs a workout. Tonight, let me personally see how capable Fang Shijie’s son really is..."

"As you wish!"

Before the words fell, a dazzling brilliance erupted from Fang Cheng’s eyes.

His body emitted steam from the sudden increase in temperature, like a war machine charged fully with energy, ready to burst forth.

Chen Hongye’s pupils slightly contracted, sensing a faint deadly danger, instinctively tilting his body backward.

Before he could have a second thought, Fang Cheng’s right arm muscles swelled, his clenched fist completely tearing through his sleeve.

Bang!

Before the fabric could scatter, an explosive sound like a thunderbolt pierced the eardrums.

Fang Cheng’s entire presence suddenly vanished, as if he was erased from the spot instantaneously.

The lawn where he stood abruptly sank, with a charred deep pit spreading wildly in a spiderweb-like pattern.

Only then did Chen Hongye witness an amazing scene of light chasing electrical speed.

The man’s body shot straight forward at a speed defying physical norms!

Behind him, a massive ring of pure white cloud vapor exploded.

Like an angel’s halo, yet resembling the crown of death, breathtakingly magnificent.

It was, unmistakably, an explosive cloud formed from the condensation of water vapor, as the air was pierced at supersonic speed!

With the shrill whistle piercing the air, Fang Cheng’s body enveloped in a visible shock wave field.

The entire person was like a meteor penetrating the atmosphere, his skin turning scorching red from friction, emitting searing white smoke.

"Not good!"

The mocking smile on Chen Hongye’s face instantaneously solidified, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

In his vision, an engulfing red ruin approached, overwhelming it completely.

The fist grew rapidly in his pupils, the air at the forefront seemingly igniting into a golden flame due to friction.

This punch—not, but the man clenching his fist—broke the sound barrier with his body, willfully tearing through the physical laws restraining ordinary people.

At that moment, Fang Cheng was no longer using his legs to run, but turning himself into a "warhead," using True Qi as "gunpowder," transforming himself into a supersonic human missile tearing apart everything!

Although Chen Hongye possessed extraordinary spiritual power, enough to catch this figure moving at ultimate speed.

Yet his body could not keep up with his thoughts, his limbs sluggish as if filled with lead.

At that moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely.

He could clearly "hear" the shriek of the atmosphere being torn, "smell" the burnt scent from the air, and even "see" death charging at him faster than the speed of sound.

Chen Hongye’s pupils abruptly locked, his heart seemingly gripped by an invisible hand, as fatal chills crawled down his spine in an instant.

The next instant.

That fist covered in golden flames stamped firmly on his chest!

Boom————

A deafening explosion rumbled forth, like a heavy bomb detonating at the garden’s center.

The terrifying impact force surged forth instantly like a flood breaking free.

Centered at the contact point of the fist, a visible ring-shaped shock wave spread violently outward, throwing the lawn, dirt, and gravel into the air.

The black Ghost Shadows swirling around the people dispersed instantly upon contact with the shock wave, vanishing into wisps of black smoke.

The Chen Family and Cui City Temple monks subjected to spiritual control were knocked to the ground by the air current, fainting immediately.

Lin Chuqiao, Chen Xu’an, and others were likewise thrown off balance by the blast, forced to crouch low and lie on the ground to avoid the storm.