Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 928 - 469:

As for the monster bearing the frontal impact, it didn’t even have a chance to react.

The moment the fist power penetrated the body, Chen Hongye felt as if he was not hit by a human fist, but by a fighter jet speeding head-on.

His sternum let out a mournful cry of unbearable weight, fracturing inch by inch.

The devastating force penetrated his body, which was as hard as stone, wildly rampaging between his organs.

The golden flames carrying a purifying breath burrowed into his wounds like maggots on a bone, ferociously burning the sinister energy within him.

The dark red spells covering his body flashed wildly, attempting to resist this domineering force, but also retreated step by step under the golden flames.

"Urgh—"

A dreadful scream issued from Chen Hongye’s mouth.

His feet furrowed two grooves several centimeters deep into the ground, yet he still couldn’t halt the violent backward momentum.

His body then completely lost its balance, flying backward like a cannonball out of the barrel.

It first crashed through a temporarily constructed Dharma Platform, with the burnt, ragged Scripture Banner wrapping around his body.

Then with a "boom," it shattered a fake mountain made of Taihu stones behind the Dharma Platform.

Amidst the scattering stones, his figure didn’t pause at all, drawing a parabolic arc through the air.

Ultimately, it crashed violently into the wall of a steel frame glass greenhouse several meters away.

Boom—

Accompanied by an ear-piercing sound of brick collapsing and glass shattering, half of that exquisite greenhouse wall crumbled like it was struck by a battering ram.

Countless glass shards mixed with bricks and cement shot out in all directions, dust billowed into the sky.

In the darkness-shrouded backyard flowerbed, everything turned into a messy ruin in an instant.

Amid the swirling dust, Fang Cheng slowly retrieved his fist, his feet firmly planted at the edge of the deep pit he had created.

At this moment, his entire body emitted steaming hot white air like boiling cauldrons.

The light golden flames on his right fist, which had just delivered the Sound Burst Punch, slowly extinguished, revealing skin that was slightly swollen, showing traces of blood.

Fang Cheng didn’t care, merely gazed intently, straight through the lingering dust, at the ruins ahead.

"You’ve waited long enough for this punch!"

He said in a low voice, his fighting spirit still surging in his eyes, even the breath he exhaled carried a scorching heat.

The night wind blew through, sweeping away his torn sleeve at the crook of his arm, revealing the faintly reddish muscular physique beneath.

Behind him, the massive bonfire blazed fiercely.

The originally eerie blue ghostly fire had faded and returned to a more normal orange-red.

In the air, those chilling ghostly howls seemed to have vanished, leaving only a deathly silence.

"I... I fuck..."

Pan Wendi lying on the ground stared dumbfoundedly at everything before him, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg, taking a while to squeeze out two words through his teeth.

Chen Xu’an’s face was equally filled with horror.

He looked at the greenhouse reduced to ruins, then at the upright, Demon God-like Fang Cheng, his heart was overwhelmed by shockwaves.

Is this... is this power that a human being can possess?

That terrifying speed and destructive power, even among those renowned for physical prowess in the noble families, were never heard of.

He once thought his family’s foundation was deep enough, but now he realized, the true strong ones were far more daunting than he imagined.

On the other side.

Bai Ling hid behind Lin Chuqiao, tightly gripping the corners of her clothing, her big eyes full of shock, even forgetting to feel fear.

Lin Chuqiao slowly stood up, her eyes sparkling with amazement.

Although she had witnessed Fang Cheng’s inhuman strength before during the treasure hunt on Mist Mountain that night.

But now, witnessing this punch breaking the sound barrier, with disaster-like destructive power, still shocked her profoundly.

She gazed at Fang Cheng’s towering back amid the dust, her heart surging with an indescribable complex emotion.

There was astonishment, admiration, and even a trace of uncontrollable joy.

Thinking of how powerful the man she fancied was, her heart raced uncontrollably, and her cheeks quietly flushed a faint red.

Fang Cheng exhaled lightly, calming himself.

Feeling the residual shock in his body, his gaze then fell on his right fist, which still had slightly red skin.

Tonight marks the first time since my body’s fitness broke the sound barrier that I have unleashed the Charging Attack of the ’Kirin Arm’ to this extent in actual combat.

With the kinetic energy surge brought by supersonic speed, a simple Straight Punch erupted with unimaginable power, its destructive force comparable to a missile strike.

Just imagine those S-Class experts executing their ultimate moves with full power—it’s nothing more than this.

But the recoil force also surged back like a tide, spreading upward along the fist bone, viciously impacting the arm bones and internal organs, making him stifle a groan just a moment ago.

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly introspected his bodily condition.

Fortunately, it’s not a big problem.

The arm bones, though feeling sore and swollen, haven’t suffered any damage or fracture; the major organs were slightly affected, shifting slightly in position, but the fundamental was unharmed.

With his body’s fitness, such injuries should fully recover in a few hours.

Fang Cheng silently contemplated, marveling at how hard Chen Hongye’s old monster of a body was, harder than steel by three points.

No wonder he could survive in the flames for so long without turning to ashes.

He had previously heard of the Chen Family’s bloodline ability "Solidification," which could elevate the body’s strength to that comparable to gemstones.

Therefore, he kept this in mind.

If his Constitution Attribute hadn’t surpassed the limit of 60 points, Fang Cheng wouldn’t have easily attempted this "hard-hitting" tactic.

This concerns not just the size of Strength, but more importantly, whether one’s bone density and toughness can withstand such intense strike force.

After all, when the fist hits the target, it also bears the same magnitude of reaction force.

Moreover, hitting a sandbag and punching a steel plate exert entirely different impacts on the fist.

Without adequate cushioning and body strength, the target might not have been heavily damaged, but one’s bones might shatter first.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng possesses the corresponding Skill Effect.

With 65 points in Constitution Attribute, the "Iron Fist" skill amplifies the muscle and bone strength at the fist to a reverse-heavenly effect equivalent to 130 points in Constitution.

Moreover, the "Kirin Arm" further enhanced the bone hardness and muscle toughness of the entire arm.

Not only that.

He channeled True Qi through his arm, enveloping the fist, which not only increased the punching power but also provided a certain protective effect, offsetting some of the recoil force.

With so many prerequisites, Fang Cheng could use the Charging Attack of the "Kirin Arm" to go head-to-head with Chen Hongye’s body, as hard as a golden stone.

Ultimately, treating the opponent like a sandbag, he sent him flying with a single punch.

Just as everyone stood in shock, their thoughts varied, an unusual noise suddenly came from the pile of rubble.

Crash—

A mass of broken bricks, twisted steel, and shattered glass was suddenly pushed away by a force, splattering outward.

A charred figure wobbled from the billowing smoke and dust, standing up again.

It was Chen Hongye.

At this moment, he appeared incredibly miserable, half of his body battered and bloodied, with a huge fist imprint dented in his chest.

The edges were charred black, and dark red spells writhed frantically in the dent, trying to mend this nearly fatal injury, but the process remained excruciatingly slow.

"You... You actually possess such monstrous strength?!"

His voice was hoarse and low, squeezed from the depths of his throat, each word laced with unwillingness and madness.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Fang Shijie was only an A-Class Spiritual Ability User; even if you completely inherited his bloodline ability, you absolutely wouldn’t possess this kind of physical fitness comparable to an Abyss monster!"

Chen Hongye clutched his chest; his breathing turned heavy, and his voice suddenly rose.

The indentation in his chest seeped more blood with each labored breath, slowing the writhing dark red spells.

"You have to understand, the body I possess now is that of the once-premier of the Tian Nan Family, Chen Hongye!"

"Back then, for my grand plans post-revival, I painstakingly selected numerous vessels before deciding on this supposedly perfect flesh."

"This child possessed extraordinary Talent, with ’Solidification’ ability transcending the ordinary, and even in elder years, his physical defense was not something you ordinary Body Enhancers could contend with..."

He abruptly raised his head, glaring at Fang Cheng.

"What kind of monster are you exactly?"

Those crimson, flickering eyes were filled with confusion and doubt.

As if Fang Cheng’s very existence was a monumental challenge to his understanding honed over centuries.