Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 975 - 489

"There’s a saying circulating in the organization about him."

"Never look him directly in the eye, let alone try to approach him, for he is like a walking abyss. One extra glance might lead to ruin."

Ye Zhiran’s voice fell heavily, full of lingering apprehension.

Everyone’s expressions turned grave after hearing this.

Bai Ling widened her eyes, involuntarily swallowing hard.

Pan Wendi, who had been lazily leaning against the back of the chair, also straightened up at this moment.

Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips, furrowing her brows, clearly pondering how to deal with such a formidable foe.

Back at the Haoting Hotel, the opponent had only sent a Consciousness Descent to construct such a grand and real illusion, one that almost instantly shattered everyone’s mental defenses.

At the time, apart from Fang Cheng, everyone was almost bewitched by that sacred and eerie power, nearly facing irreversible disaster.

If the leader of the Ideal Land indeed took action personally, it would be difficult for anyone present to escape.

After all, like Fang Cheng, they had all witnessed that Space Gate descending from the void, allowing the opponent to become aware of their presence.

Li Dingjian hadn’t revealed his tracks, but at this moment, he was tightly holding the teacup, looking at his nephew with deep concern.

Meanwhile, Fang Cheng’s expression remained as calm as water, showing no trace of emotion.

"Professor."

Bai Ling swallowed hard, cautiously asking:

"According to what you said, does he still count as an S-Class power user?"

Ye Zhiran’s gaze glinted from behind his glasses, replying in a deep voice:

"According to the international classification standard for power users, S-Class is indeed the pinnacle of the pyramid, revered by major organizations and families as a Stabilizer."

"However, there is a small group of individuals whose strength far exceeds that of conventional S-Class power users, privately referred to by major forces as ’Super S-Class.’"

Seeing that everyone was listening intently, seemingly not quite understanding, he paused, then explained in more concrete terms:

"If a standard S-Class power user can, on their own, withstand a well-equipped special forces unit, perhaps even sway the outcome of a small-scale war."

"Then a ’Super S-Class’ has the destructive power akin to a moving natural disaster, capable of leveling buildings and altering the landscape of a region in a single thought."

"Such beings cannot be measured by common sense; they themselves are walking strategic weapons, worthy of being called a nation’s ultimate power."

Lin Chuqiao’s eyes narrowed, involuntarily asking:

"So, that person is Super S-Class?"

Ye Zhiran shook his head, responding crisply and clearly:

"No."

He then took a deep breath and said word by word:

"He’s even beyond that."

These words dropped like a sudden chill, causing everyone to simultaneously draw a cold breath.

Beyond Super S-Class? What concept is that? God?

The lounge fell into a deathly silence.

Outside the window, a few sparrows landed on the branches in the back garden, chirping noisily.

The clear bird calls penetrated the glass, only emphasizing the oppressive atmosphere inside.

Sunlight cast spots of light on the round mahogany table, seemingly losing its warmth.

Fang Cheng’s eyes remained calm, but at this moment, a cold glint finally passed through them.

After a while, Ye Zhiran spoke again, breaking the silence:

"That person is too mysterious; perhaps only the old leader from back then knew his full background."

"All I know is just the tip of the iceberg, but I can confirm that seventeen years ago, he was already unfathomable. Seventeen years later, he could only be stronger now."

Ye Zhiran gazed around, his eyes solemnly pausing on each face, solemnly advising:

"Furthermore, there’s one thing I must warn you about—never mention his name, even if you know it."

"Because mentioning it might get detected by his inhuman perception."

"For safety’s sake, before we officially take action against Ideal Land, it’s best not to inquire too much about him, lest he whimsically perceives our existence through the threads of fate."

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this, although their expressions grew even more grave.

Such a level of powerhouse is virtually a walking god on earth.

Once truly targeted by him, escaping to the heavens or burrowing into the ground would leave no path to survival.

Fang Cheng lowered his gaze, remaining silent, his hand caressing the hot teacup’s edge, showing little expression.

But sitting beside him, Lin Chuqiao could vaguely sense a searing aura emanating from him.

She furrowed her brows, her thoughts racing, then asked:

"Professor, how should we deal with that person?"

Ye Zhiran sighed softly at these words, not answering immediately.

He removed his glasses and used a handkerchief to wipe the lenses, his actions slow and meticulous.

"Against a powerhouse of this level, only wit can prevail; force is not an option."

A few seconds later, his voice rang out again, pulling everyone’s thoughts back:

"According to my plan, our first step is to cut off his wings, continuously weakening the forces around him."

"Though Ideal Land is extremely powerful, its core members are few and scattered, with loose connections."

"Seventeen years ago, he betrayed the organization for power, leading to many comrades being captured or dying tragically."

"But equally, a group chose to follow him, becoming his minions."

At this point, Ye Zhiran put his glasses back on, his gaze turning sharp:

"These traitors are our best targets."