Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1135 - 554:

No one knew better than Black Mamba how strong Big Bear was.

In the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, his terrifying nature even surpassed the leader, the Masked Guest.

He had personally witnessed Big Bear tear apart a real black bear with his bare hands and obliterate an entire special forces team under machine gun fire.

And this monstrous freak was blown away with a single punch?

What if that punch accidentally landed on him...

Black Mamba swallowed hard, feeling a chill running straight up his spine to the top of his skull.

"Still daydreaming? Take action, I’ll use telekinesis to assist you!"

From the ruins, the Masked Guest suddenly roared in anger.

Coughing up blood, he desperately channeled his remaining spiritual energy.

The invisible telekinesis rushed out like chains, tightly wrapping around Fang Cheng’s legs, attempting to restrict his movements.

"Black Mamba! Kill him quickly, or we’re all dead!!"

This roar snapped Black Mamba back to reality.

He snapped back to his senses, the fear in his eyes instantly turning into a fierce will to survive against all odds.

Precisely, this monster had just unleashed consecutive outbursts, his old strength had been exhausted, and new strength had yet to form, and he was now being controlled by the boss.

This was the one and only chance!

Risk it all!

Black Mamba’s figure burst forth, turning into a black streak indiscernible to the naked eye.

The alloy dagger in his hand, sharp enough to cut through steel cables, whistled towards Fang Cheng’s back with a chilling sound.

"Got him!"

Black Mamba was elated, the tip of the dagger hitting the target’s back muscle with precision.

However.

Ding!

A crisp metallic collision sound shattered his fantasy.

The sharp dagger, upon piercing Fang Cheng’s skin, felt as if it had stabbed into thick tire rubber, then immediately hit a steel plate.

The enormous recoil shocked Black Mamba’s wrist, nearly making him lose grip of the dagger.

"Wha... What?!"

Black Mamba’s eyes bulged in disbelief.

Was this even human back muscle? This must be a robot disguised as human, damn it!

A deadly sense of danger instantly gripped Black Mamba’s heart.

Without thinking, he forcefully pushed off with his feet, retreating rapidly backward.

But before he could step back even half a step, Fang Cheng, standing with his back to him, had already reacted.

That blood-stained arm reached back like lightning, moving so fast it left no afterimages.

Crack.

Black Mamba’s retreating figure suddenly stopped.

His neck was gripped tightly like an iron clamp, his feet lifted off the ground as his whole body was hoisted up.

Fang Cheng slowly turned his head, a cruel smile playing on his face.

Those golden eyes stared directly into Black Mamba’s eyes filled with despair:

"You want to try too?"

"No... mer... "

Crack!

Fang Cheng didn’t give him the chance to finish his words, casually flicking his wrist.

With a crisp sound of a neck breaking, Black Mamba’s head slumped lifelessly to one side.

The light quickly faded from his eyes, becoming nothing more than a dead chicken tossed casually by Fang Cheng onto the pile of corpses.

The slaughter came quickly and ended just as swiftly.

The roof terrace fell into a brief silence again.

In less than half a minute, two of Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps’ top combatants were dead, and one severely injured.

Fire Dragon, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, was now scared out of his wits.

The flames he had conjured in his hands quietly extinguished, his legs trembled, and he retreated step by step.

Until his back hit the railing, unable to retreat further, he still frantically scanned the surroundings.

Trying to find a fissure to hide himself away so that the monster couldn’t see him.

On the Illuminati’s side, the atmosphere shifted from tense to relaxed.

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, each face glowed with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Old Chen sat down heavily, shakily digging out a crushed cigarette from his pocket, but he couldn’t light it.

His mind was a tumult, various tangled thoughts flashing by, unable to sort out a single coherent thread.

"Is it over?"

Fei Ying swallowed hard, glanced at the butterfly knife in his hand, then at the corpses on the ground whose eyes wouldn’t close.

He then silently sheathed his knife, letting out a self-deprecating chuckle:

"I was actually worried that the Chairman might need assistance, planning to step in and provide cover... Looks like I was overthinking."

"Oh my goodness..."

Fatty Hu leaned against the pipe, not even caring that his arm was still bleeding, grinning foolishly:

"With the Chairman’s immense strength, I couldn’t catch up even after a hundred years of training. One punch, and not just people, even an armored vehicle would be blasted!"

He excitedly waved his uninjured hand, shouting loudly:

"Who will dare provoke our Illuminati in the future? Not even the Heavenly King himself could handle this!"

Eagle Eye remained silent, quietly putting down his sniper rifle.

The tension in his shoulders finally relaxed completely.

He watched Fang Cheng’s back, with a new and indescribable emotion in his cold eyes.

It was the devotion of a believer who had seen a true god, a reverence and longing for extraordinary power.

Fang Cheng stood there, lowering his head, furrowing his brow slightly.

Looking at the filthy blood and chunks of viscera on his right arm, his face twisted in disgust.

"So dirty."

He muttered softly.

The next moment, a golden flame burst from the pores of his arm.

Hiss hiss hiss—

The high temperature instantly incinerated the filth into nothingness, even the shredded sleeve’s ashes blew away.

When the flames subsided, his arm was once again white and clean, not a speck of dust left.

Fang Cheng flexed his wrist, raising his head.

His gaze fell on the collapsed Masked Guest in the ruins, and Fire Dragon trembling against the railing.

Then he stepped forward, preparing to deal with the last two enemies.

In the ruins, the Masked Guest watched this scene in despair.