Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 297 - 212_2

The "clone" on the right was equally swift in its attack. Seeing Fang Cheng dodge to the side, the dagger in its hand immediately sliced toward his neck with a sharp and vicious motion.

While fighting, Fang Cheng kept retreating, his gaze sharp and his footwork agilely shifting. He occasionally blocked and parried, searching for a chance to counterattack.

Although he was caught off guard earlier and was injured by the opponent’s extremely bizarre move,

Fang Cheng had long mastered the methods of dealing with situations of being surrounded and attacked in his numerous combat practices against hypothetical enemies.

At this moment, he quickly calmed down, carefully observing the trajectory of each "clone," looking for any flaw in their movements, not missing any detail that could potentially turn the tide of battle.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and seizing the opportunity, the power he had been accumulating erupted instantly.

With a forceful push from his feet, his entire body flew forward like an arrow shot from a bow.

He swung the dagger in a reverse grip, advancing instead of retreating, cutting a cold arc through the air, and thrusting straight ahead.

At that moment, two "clones" lunged forward simultaneously, appearing like shadowy phantoms, unpredictable in their movements.

Fang Cheng remained unfazed, his gaze tightly locked onto every move of the figure on the right.

In the instant it raised its hand to attack, he charged straight forward, ruthlessly driving his dagger into its throat.

His movement was swift and decisive, like a leopard lurking in the night, baring its lethal fangs.

Squish!

The figure instantly vanished like smoke, as if it had never existed.

Meanwhile, the dagger in the hand of the left-side clone was already snaking towards Fang Cheng’s skin, almost grazing it.

The cold gleam made his hair stand on end.

In the narrow margin between life and death, Fang Cheng’s body didn’t pause for a moment; he abruptly launched a counterattack with both arms.

Relying on his deeply ingrained fighting instincts, his left hand clenched into a fist, muscles bulging as veins popped.

With a twist of his waist, he harnessed the torque from his body rotation, launching a swift and accurate jab accompanied by the sound of rushing wind.

Bam!

His fist brushed past the dagger, in that flash of an instant, striking the chest of the left-side clone with immense force.

The impact seemed powerful enough to shatter metal, causing the combat suit on the clone’s chest to explode, sending fragments flying.

Squish!

At the same time, the dagger drove into Fang Cheng’s arm like the fangs of a vicious wolf.

The sharp blade cut through skin and flesh unimpeded, blood flowing out profusely, staining his clothing, and leaving a shocking bloodstain on his arm.

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth against the pain, stepping back half a step to minimize the severity of the injury.

The shadow was sent flying by the punch, like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc through the air.

It then crashed into a piece of machinery behind, the strong impact even denting the iron panel of the equipment’s surface.

Clang! Clang! Metal parts scattered to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ugh—"

The shadow struggled to prop itself up, but before it could stand firmly, it couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, its face was as pale as paper, mixed with blood at the corners of its mouth, as if it had just walked from the gates of hell.

The combat suit on it was already in tatters, with its chest exposed from Fang Cheng’s heavy punch, revealing a bruised and slightly sunken chest, indicating broken ribs.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, silently circulating True Qi to stop the bleeding.

Although the jab focuses on speed and reaction, with 40 points of Strength attribute, coupled with the Iron Fist Effect and Kirin Arm’s one-second preemptive Charging Attack, its power was still formidable.

In this exchange of blows, Fang Cheng clearly had the upper hand, while the opponent suffered significant losses.

The two stood apart from each other, eyes locked.

The shadow’s face was bleak as it looked at him, a hint of unwillingness and shock in its eyes.

After a while, it finally murmured, "It’s been a long time since someone has hurt me."

As it spoke, its shoulder still trembled slightly, clearly indicating it had sustained a serious injury.

As the captain of the top-ranking special forces squad of the Noah Organization, it prided itself on possessing extraordinary invisibility abilities and the ability to create Phantom Avatars to confuse enemies.

Even when faced with an insurmountable foe, it could retreat with ease, maintaining an undefeated position.

In this hunting plan, it had always acted cautiously.

After watching the previous surveillance footage and the unsuccessful first ambush, it was wary of Fang Cheng’s capabilities.

Knowing Fang Cheng was strong, fast, and resilient, it used Phantom Avatars to disrupt his focus and attacking rhythm.

At the same time, attack with a dagger coated in nerve toxin. As long as it cuts through the skin, causing slight injury, it can continuously paralyze the enemy, ultimately achieving victory without a fight.

Even if Fang Cheng finds a flaw and creates danger,

he can still quickly turn passive into active through deceptive clones and agile movements, taking the enemy by surprise.

Unexpectedly, it still resulted in a crushing defeat.

Shadow forced out a bitter smile and then said:

"I admit, you do have some tricks up your sleeve."

Fang Cheng slightly lifted his head, his gaze cold and did not respond.

Suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice emerged from the darkness:

"Shadow, if you keep playing, you’re really going to end up here. Let me help you."

Upon hearing the unpleasant sound, like sandpaper scraping, as if the throat was damaged.

Shadow’s spirit was instantly invigorated, responding:

"Alright, let’s go together, while he’s injured, let’s resolve him immediately!"

At this moment, he no longer held the pride and arrogance he had before, only thinking of quickly eliminating the dire threat in front of him that almost killed him.

As the words fell, a man wearing a hoodie, nearly one meter ninety in height, slowly walked out.

He was completely concealed in the shadow of the pipe, the face under the hood blurred and unclear,

only that tall figure gave a strong oppressive feeling, highlighting the immense strength brought by the muscle.

The two quickly surrounded Fang Cheng from front and back, forming what seemed to be a tightly sealed encirclement.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng didn’t react at all, still standing quietly in place.

Tick, tick.

Bright red blood continuously flowed from the cut on his left forearm.

The slowly dripping blood beads seemed to silently suggest that he was heavily injured.

The dagger in his right hand had already been carved with several notches, discarded and lying on the ground.

Even when he tried to raise his fists, setting up a battle stance, his steps were slightly unsteady, making others worry for him.

The only slightly unusual thing was that the muscles in his right arm were swelling, as if prepared to resist.

Seeing this scene, Shadow’s eyes flickered with joy, thinking the nerve toxin should be taking effect.

Immediately shouting to the hooded man:

"Still the same plan; I’ll handle the front restraint, and you find your chance!"

After setting up the battle plan, seeing Fang Cheng still motionless, Shadow became increasingly certain of his assumptions.

He tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, his gaze fixed on Fang Cheng, as if about to devour him alive.

"Heh, I’ve been looking forward to this."

The hooded man spoke, twisting his thick neck. His fist as big as a sandbag clenched, and his joints instantly crackled explosively.

Suddenly letting out a roar, his muscles swelled, and with a stomp of his foot, he launched an attack before Shadow.

He boldly sprinted in, with a rear-hand straight punch bringing a whistling sound of splitting air, like a heavy hammer smashing towards Fang Cheng’s masked head.

Meanwhile, Shadow didn’t feel surprised.

Because this was the tactic between the two, using contradictory words to confuse the enemy’s judgment, thus achieving a lethal strike.

Shadow’s eyes flickered, and several Phantom Avatars quickly separated from him, rushing towards Fang Cheng like ghosts.

Trying to restrain his actions so that the hooded man’s heavy punch could hit directly.

However, at this critical moment, Fang Cheng’s face suddenly turned red, and his eyes ignited with blazing flames as if they were about to set the surrounding air on fire.

A surge of overwhelming power rushed from his limbs to his head, the hot blood boiled like molten lava in his veins, every inch of skin trembling slightly with the force.

The feeling of excitement surged like waves, one after another, impacting his mind, making him unable to resist letting out a furious roar.

With a roar, the aura around him surged wildly, muscles tightened, veins bulged, like angry dragons meandering under his skin.

That oppressive force felt like it had unlocked some kind of seal.

Fang Cheng’s eyes shone with ferocity, having endured patiently just for this moment!

He activated the Domineering Body state!