Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 406 - 257_2

Chapter 406: Chapter 257_2

The initial shock and hesitation were quickly replaced by a unified fighting spirit.

"In that case..."

Fang Cheng slightly lowered his eyes, murmuring to himself.

At the same time, he leisurely twisted his neck, producing a series of crisp "crackling" sounds from his cervical vertebrae.

Then, he rotated his shoulders, the muscles tensing and bulging, with the shoulder blades shifting against one another, making a clearer and sharper sound.

It resembled the rapid drumbeat before a great battle, each beat resonating with gravity.

With his warm-up complete, Fang Cheng stood tall, his shoulders dropping, showcasing an excellent body posture.

This was a sign of strength surging within him.

Then, a gleam flashed in his eyes, as he looked at the dozen or so enemies in front of him and suddenly raised his voice:

"Then you can all come at me together!"

This shouted command was like a thunderclap exploding above everyone’s heads, shaking their eardrums painfully.

Fang Cheng’s figure flickered, then with a sudden push off the ground, he charged straight towards the nearest Treasure Hunter.

Swoosh—

His running speed was nearly at its peak, sending fallen leaves swirling wildly in the wind, his body resembling a shell fired from a cannon, whistling through the forest.

In an instant, Fang Cheng had crossed a distance of over ten meters and was in front of his target.

His right fist rose high, the muscles in his arm bulging.

Bam!

Following that, a powerful backhand punch was unleashed, like a hammer striking at the target’s chest.

The unfortunate one chosen first didn’t even have time to react, only feeling a darkness before his eyes as if hit by a high-speed missile.

His body flew backward, abruptly bursting open and exploding into a large cloud of blood in the air.

The scarlet blood rained down, splattering onto everyone’s faces, as the sharp scent of blood quickly spread.

This aggressive punch ignited the already tense atmosphere like a powder keg.

The crowd snapped back from terror, cursing and shouting, each displaying their skills in retaliation.

Some wielded weapons, engaging in close combat, while others used special abilities for ranged interference and attack.

Though their formation seemed chaotic, it succeeded through their concerted effort, brimming with ferocity.

In the face of a dozen enemies with unusual abilities surrounding him, Fang Cheng’s eyes showed no trace of fear.

Rather, he seemed a tiger among a flock of sheep, thrilled by the killing.

The first to attack was a burly giant of a man, with muscles on his arms raised high like cast iron.

He let out a loud roar and stomped on the ground, creating cobweb-like cracks.

Then, the entire person charged like a bull, carrying immense force as he ran towards Fang Cheng, attempting to knock him away with pure strength.

Fang Cheng merely sidestepped slightly, easily avoiding what seemed an unstoppable blow.

Then, in the instant they passed each other, his figure flickered again, leaving only a phantom, already circling to the giant’s back in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a dagger appeared in his right hand with a flash of cold light, tracing a lethal arc towards the man’s neck.

Crack!

The giant’s thick neck was directly severed, his large head rolling aside, with blood gushing out like a fountain from the neck stump.

This gruesome scene did not deter the many Treasure Hunters but rather ignited some of their fierce instincts.

Two dark figures sprang out like lightning from the side, short daggers in hand flashing coldly, skillfully blocking Fang Cheng’s retreat.

It was a masked man and one of his henchmen, wearing a hood.

Fang Cheng sensed the incoming danger, and without looking back, he leaned his body backward.

Swoosh!

A sharp sound sliced through the air, as short daggers aimed at his heart and lungs.

Yet, upon closer inspection, it was just an afterimage, as Fang Cheng’s true body had long since vanished, leaving only a faint ripple in the air.

The two men’s speed and reactions were incredibly swift; seeing their strike miss, they were undeterred, pursuing him relentlessly like maggots on a bone.

As they moved, their figures flashed like ghosts, leaving blurry afterimages.

Wherever they passed, the air was torn by blades, producing "hiss" sounds, continually stabbing at Fang Cheng’s vital points.

In the eyes of the other Treasure Hunters, such fierce attacks could rival those of a "Human-shaped Ferocious Beast."

However, the two were secretly suffering inside.

Only they knew how terrifying the speed and reaction ability of this "Human-shaped Ferocious Beast" in front of them truly was.

Fang Cheng seemed unhurried, his feet moving swiftly, each step leaving a phantom.

His body swayed mysteriously, as if melting into the wind, impossible to grasp.

The two flanked him from the left and right, their assault seamless and impenetrable.

Yet, each fierce attack could only barely graze his corner, as if blocked by an invisible air shield.

Not only that, but the other Treasure Hunters’ attacks also missed.

Fang Cheng was like a slippery, nimble mudfish, weaving confidently through the gaps in the crowd.

He even used other people’s bodies as cover, creating chaos and maneuvering skillfully.

The crowd felt dizzy, unable to catch his exact location.

Such superb skill redefined what it meant to "navigate skillfully."

Turning this deadly confrontation into his personal performance.

After a few exchanges, the masked men’s attacks gradually slowed, their breaths quickened, and their stamina clearly waning.

Fang Cheng, however, seized the opportunity, suddenly accelerating as if teleporting close to the leading masked man.