Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 379 - 247_2

Chapter 379: Chapter 247_2

Upon landing, Fang Cheng straightened his body and his gaze swiftly swept across the surroundings.

Most of the teams had already breached the first line of defense, entering the mansion and engaging in fierce combat with the guards resisting stubbornly.

Amidst the chaos and clamor, Fang Cheng’s eyes suddenly fixed on a man with an extremely horrifying appearance.

The man’s head was bald and filled with densely packed slender steel pins.

Under the flickering flames, they gleamed with a cold metallic luster, spreading wildly like hair.

Nail Head noticed Fang Cheng’s stare, met his gaze, and slowly pulled a sinister grin.

It seemed to say that he had seen Fang Cheng’s earlier move of jumping over the high wall.

Then, as if in challenge, he raised his hand and swung it.

A chain suddenly shot out from his sleeve like a coiled serpent, with a whooshing sound, piercing through the stomachs of several guards attempting to block his path.

The guards didn’t even have time to scream, their eyes widened as they clutched their blood-gushing abdomens, collapsing limply to the ground,

And as the life-snatching chain retracted, it even dragged out the guts of the guards, scattering internal organs everywhere.

Blood quickly spread across the floor, gathering into a dark red pool.

The scene was utterly gruesome, causing onlookers’ stomachs to churn, with many turning pale and nearly vomiting.

Nail Head squinted as if immersed in a mad joy, clearly savoring the thrill of the slaughter.

His twisted face and frenzied demeanor seemed like that of an Evil Ghost crawling out of the Abyss of Hell.

He exuded a chillingly eerie presence, making others fearful and want to stay away from this deranged figure.

Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm, as if indifferent to the bloody scene before him.

He promptly withdrew his gaze, and as he stepped forward, his right hand swiftly reached to the waist and drew out a dagger that sparkled with cold light.

By then, several guards had arrived to provide backup, holding assault rifles with their dark muzzles aimed at Fang Cheng.

Their fingers tight on the triggers, ready to unleash deadly fire.

Bang!

At a critical moment, Fang Cheng’s form suddenly flashed, like a black lightning, and vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already close to a guard, his dagger transformed into a cold glint, tracing a short deadly arc through the air.

In an instant, the blade glimmered, and blood splattered.

The guards were caught off guard by surprise, with a blood line appearing on their necks.

Then, like puppets with severed strings, they crashed to the ground, unable to pull the trigger till their death.

Such efficient and concise methods of slaughter were even more swift and fierce than Nail Head’s chain attacks.

"Hmm..."

Witnessing this scene, Nail Head involuntarily let out a low grunt from his throat.

A hint of undisguised surprise and excitement flashed in his deep-set eyes, as if he had discovered an intriguing prey.

It was known that the guards of the Lu Family were outstanding in physical fitness and combat skills.

In terms of grappling, shooting, or tactical coordination, they were akin to elite special forces.

Moreover, many of them were former soldiers, who had undergone rigorous training and were far from ordinary.

Despite how he and Fang Cheng were dealing with these guards like slicing melons with ease,

others in the crossfire were in dire straits.

Each step felt like walking on the edge of a cliff, their lives hanging by a thread.

The surrounding was occasionally filled with screams, some came from the Treasure Hunters who had stormed into the mansion.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Bullets rained down like a violent storm.

Pressuring many people to frantically search for cover.

The once-bloodthirsty Black Wolf had no choice but to take Xiao Bei and hide behind a flowerbed, temporarily retreating from such fierce firepower.

Under the intense barrage, bits of brick flew in all directions, harshly hitting their faces, leaving bleeding scratches.

Two teams of guards wielding submachine guns and wearing masks rapidly approached in a tactical pincer formation, their gunfire interwoven, forming an impenetrable web of death.

They acted in sequence, seamlessly coordinated, one team on the left advanced steadily, pressing closer, while the other executed a flanking maneuver, silently encircling to the flank, evidently through strict tactical training, intent on trapping the target here.

Having just finished killing a guard, Fang Cheng decisively ducked, swiftly rolling sideways to avoid the hail of bullets.

Then, like an extremely agile loach, he slipped through the crossfire.

In the blink of an eye, instead of retreating, he darted into a guard’s side like a phantom.

The guard was still gripping a submachine gun, lost in the excitement of suppressing fire, when the blade reached his throat, blood gushing like a spring.

Before the blood splattered onto himself, Fang Cheng flashed again, swerving behind another target.

Slash, throat cut, vanish, close in.

The actions flowed seamlessly, too fast for the eye to follow.

In the eyes of those guards, Fang Cheng seemed to have completely vanished.

All they could see were fleeting shadows accompanying flashes of cold light, with continuous cries of agony erupting.

Being attacked at such close proximity by dagger-like weapons, the guards seemed panicked and their orderly formation quickly scattered.

Their pupils constricted, hands gripped their submachine guns, yet they could never aim at a target.

Even risking friendly fire to shoot was futile.