Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 290 - 210: Leap, Impossible Mission

Two steel cables connecting the suspension bridge span across the skies.

After years of wear and moisture, they’re heavily rusted, the corrosion is shocking, as if a gentle tug would cause them to snap.

From afar, they appear faint and indistinct in the dim light, almost blending with the dark, pitch-black pit.

Yet, Fang Cheng’s bullet strikes the surface of the cables with sniper-like precision.

The steel cables vibrate violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Large patches of reddish-brown rust peel off like scabs, fluttering down layer by layer.

Making the already precarious suspension bridge tremble even more, seemingly dangling by a thread.

As if in the next moment, the already slender and fragile cables would succumb to the weight and snap.

Then, carrying the bridge and the hostages above into the endless dark abyss.

Ma Donghe is tied to the chair, watching Fang Cheng’s series of bold and insane actions, utterly dumbfounded.

Seeing sparks fly, the strands twisted into steel cables snapping one by one.

Even with his guts made of steel, he can’t help but utter a pig-like squeal in fear.

Fang Cheng’s gaze is cold and stern, his gun steadily aimed.

Every trigger pull sends bullets flying like lightning.

Through the crossfire of bullets and rain, illuminating short-lived yet brilliant paths in the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets continue to strike the two steel cables in rapid succession, gradually punching through the strands.

Under Fang Cheng’s conscious control, maintaining an extremely fragile balance.

Finally, only a thin strand remains to valiantly support the two steel cables.

Moreover, under the weight, the remaining thin strand emits a terrifying "creak".

The sound echoes like the footsteps of death, with each strike hammering heavily at Ma Donghe’s heart.

His breath halts, muscles tense, eyes fixed on the ever-threatening cables, awaiting the imminent plunge into the abyss.

And just at this critical moment, Fang Cheng swiftly slides to the connection between the bridge and the walkway.

Then he heaves an iron door, leaps forward like a leopard, courageously jumping onto the teetering suspension bridge.

Clang!

The suspension bridge trembles fiercely.

Already fragile, it’s precariously dangling under the dual pressure of its own heavy weight and Ma Donghe’s.

Now, adding the hefty man running with an iron door, the burden increases sharply.

The remaining slender strand becomes overwhelmed, emitting a sharper whimper, like a woman ravaged to the brink, making her final protest.

This sudden scene leaves Ma Donghe stunned, mind blank, with only one frantic thought echoing within:

"Brother, are you planning to be buried with me?"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bullets rain furiously, densely pouring onto the iron door.

Fang Cheng charges toward Ma Donghe tied at the top of the bridge, heedless of anything else.

Pop, pop!

Finally, the steel cables, stretched to the limit, can’t withstand the torment, snapping completely with two crisp sounds.

The cable swiftly detaches from the pulley.

The bridge thus loses the strength to maintain balance, suddenly tilting from the top, plummeting downward.

Tightly bound by the cables, Ma Donghe’s body begins to tip alongside the tilting bridge, face full of horror.

The chair’s legs slide across the bridge, emitting a sharp, screeching scratch, like a desperate struggle before plunging into the abyss.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng discards the iron door used as a shield.

He draws a deep breath, muscles instantly tense like a tightly coiled spring ready to burst.

Swish—

With the special effects of "Ape Waist" and "Bounce", Fang Cheng unleashes tremendous strength, accelerating once more.

His figure turns into a black phantom, racing with each step as if competing with death.

At this moment, time seems to slow.

Bullets whiz past his ears, leaving brilliant trails of light, akin to a grand yet deadly fireworks display.

In chaos, the bridge increasingly tilts and collapses, broken wooden planks falling like snowflakes.

Ma Donghe’s eyes widen as if they’ll explode from their sockets, staring at Fang Cheng sprinting toward him.

Tied tightly, his body slides inch by inch with the chair, head tilted back, tumbling backward.

His heart stops as if seized by an invisible hand.

Large beads of sweat roll down his forehead like beads breaking their string, slowly moving in the air.

Mouth agape, but terror throttles his throat, preventing any voice from escaping.

The whole world spins wildly, as if falling into silent death.

Darkness surges like a tide, engulfing the isolated island and the people upon it.

At the edge of life and death, senses, strength, and speed are pushed to the extreme by instinct.

Fang Cheng exhales sharply, loud as thunder, shattering the stagnant air.

Instantly, the sounds of firing and shouting rush back, restoring the world to normal.

Bullets chase behind him; Fang Cheng leaps into the pitch-black, vast pit with conviction.

His body sketches a breathtaking arc in the air, arms extending swiftly like steel.

Pop!

One hand reaches out, firmly grasping a leg of the chair on which Ma Donghe sits, as it falls.

Clang!