Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 296 - 212

The darkness spread like ink, seemingly filling every inch of space, leaving no room to breathe.

And within this suffocating silence, a wisp of danger lingered, ever present but elusive.

Like the tongue of a snake hidden in the grass, it wafted out in thin tendrils, teasing his taut nerves.

Fang Cheng held his breath, standing quietly in place.

His body seemed motionless, as if frozen in time.

Yet his Spirit was pushed to its limit, every nerve fiber sparking, in a state of heightened alertness.

Facing the deadly threat concealed in the shadows, his eyes showed no panic, only his senses extended to their fullest.

Like an incredibly precise radar, constantly scanning everything around him, capturing the slightest movement.

Even the trace of a single dust particle rising or falling.

His mind was calm as water, so deep that no ripple could be seen.

And so, he silently waited for his opponent to attack again and expose a weakness.

Suddenly, an almost imperceptible spatial ripple quietly arose, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake, creating circles of fine ripples.

Almost at the same instant, Fang Cheng’s once serene mind was disturbed as if a small stone had been tossed into it.

The ripples spread rapidly, affecting his entire awareness.

"Found it!"

Fang Cheng’s eyes suddenly brightened, like two flames igniting in the dark night.

His gaze, sharp like an arrow, pierced through the layers of dark fog to catch the source of this subtle disturbance.

At this moment, the hidden enemy was evidently stealthily approaching him.

They seemed to intentionally slow down to avoid premature detection, only to launch a deadly blow once within striking distance.

But even so, the figure concealed in the darkness stirred faint currents of air, impossible to fully erase.

This was like a signal of danger, which one could catch as long as their Spirit Attribute was strong enough.

Fang Cheng’s eyes glinted coldly, his muscles taut like drawn bowstrings.

He was ready to deliver a thunderous strike when the opponent got close enough.

Thump, thump.

His heartbeat slightly accelerated in his chest, not from fear, but from the involuntary excitement before a hunt.

But then, the opponent also seemed to have sensed something acutely.

The constantly rippling currents in the air paused for a brief half-second.

Fang Cheng wouldn’t miss such a fleeting opportunity, immediately pushing off the ground with his legs, pouncing towards the source of the ripples like a hunting leopard.

At the same time, the dagger in his hand traced a cutting arc through the air.

Its speed was like a streak of black lightning, charging towards the target with lethal resolve.

Clang!

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

Trusting his intuition, Fang Cheng quickly located the point of force during the instant of blade collision.

Immediately, with a wrist twist, he maneuvered the blade around the opponent’s unseen dagger block, mercilessly thrusting towards the rear air barrier.

This move, known as Power Through Blade Point, was the "Defense-breaking Strangling Stab" from the Dagger Fighting Technique, intended to exploit an enemy’s exposed vulnerabilities for a fatal blow.

Thud!

With a muffled sound, the dagger’s tip seemed to have indeed pierced a tangible object.

In an instant, a figure was forcibly pulled from the dark fog, a silhouette clad in black Combat Suit faintly appearing.

However, before Fang Cheng could feel any sense of triumph.

The figure just revealed split into two upon receiving the stab to the chest.

Like a double illusion bred by the darkness or as if cleaved in two by that strike.

Shh!

Just then, from the left, the air was suddenly slashed open by a sharp blade.

A keen force, carrying the breath of death, rushed straight for Fang Cheng’s throat like a snake’s flickering tongue.

Fang Cheng’s pupils contracted instantly, reacting instinctively, he dodged aside.

The wind brushed past his neck, leaving a chilling sensation that made his hairs stand on end.

The sound had barely faded when new danger bore down upon him again.

Almost simultaneously, Fang Cheng caught a glimpse of a glinting light in his peripheral vision.

With a "Whoosh," the sound of a blade slicing the air arose from behind.

Reacting incredibly swiftly, Fang Cheng sidestepped and stomped hard, forcibly twisting his waist.

With a hair’s breadth to spare, he dodged the lethal strike, while his dagger was held horizontally to guard his throat.

Clang!

With a crisp clang, the sound of metal clashing echoed loudly, sparks flaring up momentarily in the darkness.

Fang Cheng, leveraging the force, leaped back and somersaulted several meters away.

The series of actions flowed seamlessly, narrowly evading the near-certain fatal move.

Though the back of his clothes was slashed open, letting cold air in, creating a faint chill.

Probably bleed again.

Fang Cheng steadied his mind, suddenly lifting his gaze, staring ahead.

Just to see two cold lights twisting and dancing in the air, like shooting stars criss-crossing in the night.

The bizarre, now split figure, continued to wield daggers fiercely from both sides, rapidly closing in.

No time to think, Fang Cheng immediately raised his blade to block the incoming waves of attacks.

In an instant, cold lights flashed continuously, sparks flying endlessly.

Dual shadow attacks were ceaseless, creating an onslaught like liquid mercury flowing relentlessly.

Seeing Fang Cheng seemingly able to see through the invisibility, Shadow simply ceased hiding and launched a full-on attack, leaving no breathing room for Fang Cheng.

The left "clone" moved like a ghost, wrapped in a sinister chill, near Fang Cheng in an instant, raising its hand for a fierce direct stab, the dagger’s edge targeted squarely at Fang Cheng’s heart,