Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 421 - 263

Chapter 421: Chapter 263

Hundreds of meters above the ground, piercing winds howled past, tearing at everything around them.

Black fog surged like a tumultuous ocean, covering Mist Mountain with an overwhelming force, making it impenetrable.

Looking around, it was a world that had yet to emerge from chaos.

And in the center of this chaos, a golden orb hovered silently.

The light was like the morning sun piercing through dark clouds, dazzling and full of hope, forcing open a small bright world in the endless darkness.

The black fog churned vigorously around it, constantly swirling.

At times it contracted inward, attempting to completely engulf the golden orb, and at other times, driven by some mysterious force, it surged outward.

This back-and-forth cycle formed a dangerous and unpredictable vortex.

Fang Cheng rode the fierce wind, quickly cutting through layers of fog.

Despite the extremely harsh surroundings, his eyes were locked onto the brilliant Golden Benba Bottle like a hawk targeting its prey.

At this moment, the target was less than fifty meters away, but the path ahead grew increasingly difficult.

The air seemed incredibly sticky, and every breath felt like pulling through glue.

This made Fang Cheng’s chest feel suffocated, and his movements slowed a bit.

The resistance against his forward flight was noticeably increasing, making him feel as if trekking through a muddy swamp.

The temperature plummeted, the biting cold piercing the skin like steel needles.

Fang Cheng could even feel his blood almost freezing.

Looking down, strands of black fog spread upwards from below, like countless dark tendrils gradually wrapping around him.

The closer he got to the Golden Benba Bottle, the firmer the surroundings became.

A thick stench of decay followed closely, spreading and triggering a gag reflex.

It was like a foul odor from the Abyss, signaling the presence of countless unknown evil lurking in the darkness, ready to devour any intruders.

Fang Cheng had prepared for this, decisively holding his breath and switching to an internal breathing state to avoid too much negative impact.

However, this state could not be maintained for long.

To continue flying in such a treacherous environment, merely relying on airborne time and wind power was far from enough.

Fang Cheng had to continuously circulate his Inner Qi, expelling it through his pores to form a stable forward propulsion force.

If he only released without intake, his Inner Qi would soon run dry and fail to sustain a good cycle.

And these were not the worst of it.

The Golden Benba Bottle sensed someone approaching and began to hum.

Ripples of energy radiated from it in waves, quickly

Then, the black fog was stirred by invisible giant hands, turning into even more turbulent black waves.

Layer upon layer, continuously crashing towards Fang Cheng.

Each wave carried a force of thousands of pounds, with a whistling sound, trying to knock him from the clouds and drag him into the Abyss.

At the same time, in the depths of darkness, twisted shadows appeared to awaken as Evil Ghosts, gathering in increasing numbers.

In the blink of an eye, they filled the sky densely.

They had various forms, glaring with bared teeth, their faces hideous, appearing and disappearing in the rolling "black waves."

They issued chilling howls, turning this bright spot into what seemed like an entrance to Hell.

Facing such a dire situation, Fang Cheng remained utterly calm.

In virtual reality, he had rehearsed this perilous scenario dozens of times, and he had a plan ready for critical moments.

Fang Cheng’s muscles relaxed quickly, using the "Power Reduction" effect of Tai Chi Boxing, with Inner Strength as a blade, dismantling the oncoming "black waves" silently.

At that moment, he seemed like a skillful surfer, standing firmly amid the tumultuous waves, resisting the dual resistance of gravity and the black fog waves.

The fog thickened, wrapping around him like wet cotton balls.

Cold moisture quickly condensed into fine droplets on his hair and eyelashes.

The remaining airborne time dwindled, and his descent speed noticeably increased.

The path to the target became increasingly difficult, seemingly insurmountable.

Yet Fang Cheng had no thought of giving up.

His gaze only grew more determined, locking firmly onto the Golden Benba Bottle, emitting a brilliant glow within the black fog.

For.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

The distance to the target closed—fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

With each meter decreased, hope increased.

But the speed of his descent also increased, threatening to snatch victory away.

Suddenly, the fierce vortex was affected by some mysterious force, beginning to contract inward rhythmically.

The formidable onslaught of black waves weakened in an instant.

The opportunity arrived!

Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed sharply, and he took a deep breath.

The cold, damp fog surged into his lungs, but before the chill could spread, his powerful True Qi dispelled it.

Then, his heart rapidly contracted and expanded, like an overclocked motor pumping blood quickly to all parts of his body.

In an instant, his blood surged, like fuel injected into a machine, providing his energy-depleted body with the power needed to reverse the situation.

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