Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1193 - 579:

Next, it transformed into countless tangible chains, constraining the blood moon in the sky.

Golden flames burned in Fang Cheng’s eyes; he had already made his decision.

Since it can’t be hidden, then I’ll completely suppress you until you don’t dare to leak even a trace of aura.

Or even, directly destroy!

A sound similar to glass under pressure was then heard from the sky.

The once-arrogant blood moon began to tremble slightly.

It resisted, releasing even more violent red light, attempting to break free from the golden chains.

But faced with the absolute commanding will of Fang Cheng, this kind of resistance appeared exceptionally weak and powerless.

The once full moon was forced to collapse and compress inward.

Just like a man-made lunar eclipse.

The full moon turned into a half moon, and the half moon became a waning moon.

Finally, it was compressed into a thin, blood-red arc, shivering at the edge of this world.

The light dimmed to the extreme; it was clearly suppressed to the verge of destruction.

A trembling plea and submission entered Fang Cheng’s mind.

It was completely terrified, scared of this man who wasn’t tempted, and even more afraid of being erased completely, turning into nothing.

"Remember this."

Fang Cheng sat confidently on the high throne, his voice thundered and echoed throughout the space, exuding unquestionable dominance:

"From today, you are the weapon in my hand."

"If I don’t let you move, then you must obediently remain a dead object; if you dare to leak aura again..."

At this point, his eyes shone brightly, echoing through heaven and earth:

"I’ll completely grind you into powder!"

The blood-red waning moon shuddered violently, instantly retracting all its light.

Behaving like a tamed hunting dog.

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction, waving away the blood-red skies.

The blazing sun reappeared, its golden light pouring across the land.

At this moment, the aura of the Evil Ghost Mask had been compressed to the extreme, sealed in the deepest consciousness cage.

Not to mention that brainless hunting dog, even if a true Blood Clan prince came, they wouldn’t smell a bit through the car door.

Done.

Fang Cheng slightly focused his mind, instantly withdrawing consciousness from the Inner Scenery.

In reality, the raging wind howled, dust flying everywhere.

Three armed helicopters hovered less than a hundred meters overhead.

The massive rotors shattered the air currents, stirring the fallen leaves and trash into a frantic dance.

Roadside greenery swayed violently, branches and leaves almost snapping under the pressure.

The male soldier nervously aimed his gun at Fang Cheng and the others.

Cold sweat dripped down his helmet edge, slipping into his eyes without risking even a blink.

Beside him, the female officer gripped her pistol with both hands, her face pale without a trace of blood.

As if at any moment, a bloodthirsty monster would burst from the cars and start a massacre.

The atmosphere was extraordinarily tense.

At this critical moment, a puzzled exclamation sounded suddenly through all soldiers’ earpieces:

"Eh?"

Then came an incredulous question:

"What happened... the hunting dog didn’t react?"

Meanwhile, inside the armored personnel carrier behind the barricade.

The creature, which was violently thrashing against the floor like a rabid dog, was now as if its backbone had been abruptly pulled away.

It lay on the cold iron plate, whimpering softly, burying its hideous head deeply between its claws.

Its body curled into a ball, trembling, bereft of any ferocity, instead exuding an inexplicable quiet obedience.

The cabin fell into dead silence.

Old Xie and Xiao Wu stared at each other, eyes wide, faces clearly awkward.

"This..."

Xiao Wu swallowed hard, pointing at the creature curled into a ball on the ground:

"Old Xie, did it... run out of battery?"

Old Xie’s mouth twitched as he reached out to kick the creature’s rear.

It merely whimpered, too lazy to move.

"Damn, what’s going on!"

Old Xie scratched his messy hair, wearing a constipated expression:

"Was it just suffering from a brain spasm? Or was it starving and threw a tantrum?"

This is absurd.

For this beast’s roar, they even called in armed helicopters, with extra troops rushing over.

And now, this thing, lies flat?

"This is the inspection team, immediately verify the situation."

A frustrated question barked through the female officer’s earpiece:

"Xie Dagu! What are you up to? Military intelligence is no child’s play, speak up!"

Old Xie wore a troubled expression, pressed down on the communicator, and stammered:

"Well... Leader Liu, the situation is a bit... complicated. The Hunting Dog... it seems to have fallen asleep."

"Asleep?!"

The female officer’s voice suddenly rose by eight degrees.

.........

Inside the Land Rover SUV.

Fang Cheng sat in the car, watching the female officer pressing her earpiece, her face turning pale and then red, seemingly in a fierce argument with someone inside.

He lowered the car window a bit, his eyes carrying three parts innocence, seven parts confusion, quietly observing this farce.

The helicopter overhead continued to hum, blowing everyone’s hair around like chicken nests.

With such a big setup, if they end up catching nothing, these people would have nowhere to hide their faces.

Just then.

The male soldier who was originally pointing at Fang Cheng suddenly turned his gun, shouting towards the rear:

"Hey! The one in the black jacket, what are you doing? Come back!"

Fang Cheng was a bit surprised and glanced back.

He saw a man wearing a cap and a black jacket silently pushing open the car door four or five cars away.

Keeping his head down, he quickly headed towards the roadside barrier.

This man’s figure was robust, his movements swift, every action carried a sneaky vibe.

"Stop! Don’t run, or we’ll shoot!"

The male soldier’s shout drew everyone’s attention.

The man in the black jacket froze, then quickly lifted his head, revealing a pair of vicious eyes.

In the next second, not intending to surrender, he suddenly exerted his legs.

Bang! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

A cloud of dust exploded from the ground.

The man surged forward like a black hurricane at an incredible speed, far beyond normal human explosive power.

In the crowded traffic, with just two leaps, he reached the barrier.

He then vaulted across, landing and diving into the complex alleyways.

"Holy crap, that’s a mutant!"

"Quick, chase him, he must be up to something!"

"I told you the Hunting Dog wouldn’t bark for no reason, the target is over there!"

The male soldier yelled excitedly as if he had grasped onto a lifeline.

The dozen soldiers gathered around Fang Cheng immediately switched their focus, rushing towards the fleeing figure.

The three armed helicopters hovering above immediately dipped their noses and changed direction, holding onto the target from the air.

Fang Cheng sat in the driver’s seat, watching the scene, a bit stunned.

Goodness.

Turns out there really was a big fish hiding in this gridlocked traffic?

Looking at those moves, at least it’s a speed-enhanced mutant.

Probably this guy carries a criminal record and has a guilty conscience.

Seeing the helicopters approaching, thinking they were coming for him, couldn’t help but make a run for it.

Fang Cheng watched the direction where the man disappeared, silently sending blessings to this unknown brave man.

Hope you run faster, don’t get caught.

With the main force gone, the road pressure instantly eased.

The female officer also seemed relieved; despite looking a bit disheveled, at least she had found the right target.

She tidied her wind-disheveled military cap, motioning for the remaining soldiers to clear the barricades:

"Let them pass, control the traffic!"

The barrier set up at the checkpoint lifted.

Fang Cheng started the car, slowly moving forward along with the vehicle ahead.

Just as he was about to pass through the checkpoint, someone knocked on his car again.

"Wait a minute!"

Fang Cheng hit the brakes, rolled down the window, and turned his head to look.

He saw the female officer running over, a bit breathless.

She held two IDs, handing them into the car window, her face showing clear apology and embarrassment.

"Sir, I’m sorry, it was too chaotic earlier, I forgot to return your documents."

The female officer glanced at Fang Cheng’s cultured and handsome face, recalled how everyone had pointed guns at him so roughly earlier, her cheeks blushing slightly:

"Earlier... did we scare you? We’re truly sorry, it’s a special time, and it’s part of our duty."

Fang Cheng received his ID and driver’s license, casually stuffing them into his pocket.

Then he adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, offering the female officer a gentle and forgiving smile, his voice clear and bright:

"It’s alright, officer, catching bad guys is more important, stay safe."

With that, he rolled up the window and lightly tapped the gas pedal.

The black sedan smoothly glided onto the road ahead, leaving the chaos behind in the wind.