Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 965 - 484
After Lin Chuqiao finished speaking, Pan Wendi and Bai Ling instantly lost interest in going out to play.
The two exchanged a glance and saw the helplessness in each other’s eyes, then slumped back onto the sofa.
One took out a mobile phone, idly texting, while the other put on headphones, immersing themselves in the world of music.
The room became much quieter, except for the faint sound of the steamboat whistle coming in from outside the window.
Ignoring the two clowns, Lin Chuqiao walked to the bar and poured a glass of warm water for Fang Cheng.
Then she picked up the remote control and turned on the fifty-inch high-definition LCD TV installed in the suite.
The screen lit up, playing the local morning news of Cui City.
The host’s voice was sweet, broadcasting trivial livelihood information.
Soon, the picture switched, and the next news instantly caught everyone’s attention.
"Next, we bring you a breaking news story from our city."
"Around 3:15 this morning, a violent explosion occurred on the 39th floor of the Haoting Hotel located in the central commercial district of Yun Jin Road."
"According to witnesses at the scene, the explosion was loud, and flames shot skyward. The city’s emergency management department, fire brigade, and public security agency rushed to the site immediately upon receiving the report."
"According to the preliminary official investigation, the cause of the accident is suspected to be the aging of the hotel’s internal gas pipeline, leaking under high pressure and accidentally ignited."
"As of the time of publication, three people have been slightly injured in the accident, with no reports of fatalities. The relevant departments have established a special investigation team and remind the public not to believe rumors or circulate them, and to pay attention to fire and gas safety at home..."
In the news footage, the Haoting Hotel was surrounded by black and yellow police tape from afar.
The road surface was uneven, and many glass shards and building debris were scattered across the street, yet to be cleaned up.
Several fire trucks and police cars were parked downstairs, flashing lights silently telling the story of last night’s thrilling events.
Lin Chuqiao frowned slightly, crossing her arms and watching intently, with a thoughtful gleam in her clear eyes.
Clearly assessing the Chen Family’s public relations capabilities in Cui City and the potential impact it could have.
Fang Cheng sat with his glass of water, taking a sip of warm water, calmly watching the TV screen.
Internally, he couldn’t help but criticize: this excuse is really outdated.
However, it was understandable.
Often, the authorities struggle to come up with good reasons to conceal the truth about mutants from the public.
The dismissive attitude of the news release contrasted absurdly with the earth-shaking battle of last night.
All of those who experienced it firsthand felt as if they had been part of a bizarre dream.
And it drew Fang Cheng’s thoughts back to his own injuries.
He moved his right shoulder slightly, feeling bursts of coolness under the bandage, alleviating much of the pain.
What came next was a subtle yet distinct itching sensation.
As if countless ants were diligently transporting vitality beneath the skin, weaving new flesh and sinews, thread by thread.
New buds of flesh were growing at an astonishing rate, continually repairing the damaged tissue.
The ointment Lin Chuqiao found was indeed effective.
Fang Cheng silently estimated in his heart.
With the constant nourishment of True Qi combined with this special ointment, the muscle-level lacerations will probably heal in about two days, and within three days there won’t be a trace of scarring left.
But the subtle fractures on the bones caused by the spatial rift will take more time to mend.
After all, these were not simply physical impact-induced fractures, some chaotic spatial energy remains.
Like the most stubborn virus, hindering the self-repair of the bones.
To completely eliminate these alien energies and restore the bones to withstand an extreme burst of strength, it will likely take at least ten days to half a month of careful work.
Until then, his right arm will not be able to fully unleash the power of the "Kirin Arm" and "Infinite Continuous Punching."
This made Fang Cheng have to stay vigilant and proceed cautiously.
For the sake of safety, during this period, he must act low-key, rest and recover to get his body back to its best condition quickly.
Otherwise, in this moment of weakened combat ability, if the people of the "Ideal Land" don’t give up and send other members to seek revenge.
If he can’t exert full strength with this arm, he might have no choice but to take Lin Chuqiao and the others to temporarily retreat and flee.
Fang Cheng gently sighed, unable to help but lament inwardly:
"Still not strong enough..."
Perhaps in the eyes of Lin Chuqiao, Chen Xu’an, and others, his abilities are already formidable and tyrannical.
With just his physical body and a pair of fists, he can smash through walls and air, facing the shock waves of explosions head-on.
Such a display is enough to leave most power users behind in the dust.
But only Fang Cheng himself knows, the higher one climbs towards the pinnacle of this world, the more one can feel the danger lurking beyond the magnificent scenery.
Especially after personally experiencing the power of that mysterious leader from "Ideal Land," his sense of urgency became unprecedentedly intense.
The opponent could telepathically attach his consciousness to Chen Qiming, achieving mighty feats from a distance of thousands of miles away.
Moreover, even without his true body ushering into this place, he almost annihilated the Chen Family.
Ultimately forcing Fang Cheng to exhaust all his strength to barely destroy that spatial passage.
Fang Cheng questioned himself.
Although he could also project his consciousness onto a Believer, it simply wouldn’t be possible to harness a mundane body to exert power close to that of his true form, like the opponent.