Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 311 - 218: Within 7 Steps, Is the Gun Faster or Am I Faster?
Chapter 311: Chapter 218: Within 7 Steps, Is the Gun Faster or Am I Faster?
The tall, slender bandit collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud without even uttering a scream, falling silent forever.
Suddenly, there was dead silence all around.
Aside from the rustling of leaves in the breeze, only the increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.
And that unexpected intruder who turned around slowly, stepping on a dry branch with a "crack."
The bald man’s eyes flashed with surprise, quickly coming to his senses.
"Don’t move!"
He shouted loudly, pointing his gun straight at Fang Cheng.
As long as this man dared to make any suspicious move, the bullet seemed ready to fly at any moment.
Another short, sturdy bandit gripped a shovel tightly in his hand, yelling angrily to boost morale.
His footsteps unconsciously shifted closer to the leader’s side.
Fang Cheng’s expression remained unchanged, and he muttered to himself:
"I was thinking my morning exercise would end here today. Didn’t expect to find sparring partners here."
His tone was calm, yet it carried a hint of excitement.
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, the bald man frowned, his heart filled with inexplicable anger.
Fang Cheng acted as if he hadn’t heard, gently twisting his neck, producing a slight "crack."
Then his shoulders shrugged, arm muscles tensing and relaxing instantly.
Seemingly warming up, he completely ignored the menacing gun barrel directed at him.
Seeing this, the bald man’s eyes were filled with intense killing intent, on the verge of erupting.
Without hesitation, he applied force to his index finger, pulled the trigger, deciding to open fire.
Bang!
A flash of fire burst forth, and the gunshot suddenly pierced the silence, startling birds in the forest into flight.
"Die for me!"
His eyes filled with ferocity, the bald man growled.
His heart surged with a decisive determination to kill, convinced that this shot would cause the man before him to splatter blood on the spot, becoming another ghost under his gun.
However, the next second hadn’t arrived.
His eyes suddenly widened, staring like copper bells.
Ten meters away, Fang Cheng, at the moment of the gunshot, swayed slightly like a ghost, the bullet grazing his clothes, leaving a trail of smoke.
Then, completely unscathed, he stepped forward, heading straight toward him.
How is this possible?!
The bald man’s breath hitched; he hurriedly grasped the gun with both hands, focusing entirely on aiming at him.
Bang!
The gun barrel flashed once more, the bullet slicing through the air instantly with a "whoosh."
The sound was so swift it was like lightning, reaching the target before the ear could fully capture it.
But Fang Cheng just shrugged his shoulder again, narrowly avoiding the bullet before continuing to advance.
His calm demeanor suggested that the death-bringing bullet was nothing more than an annoying fly, easily swatted away.
After taking a few more steps, seeing the bald man momentarily stunned, Fang Cheng purposely stopped, beckoning him with a finger.
Then he raised both arms, leaning slightly forward, posing in a boxing stance, just standing there waiting for him.
Appearing to play a special challenge game, to determine within seven paces which is faster—the gun or a human’s agility.
The bald man’s eyes seemed to blaze with fire, glaring at Fang Cheng, wishing to see through this mysterious man completely.
Watching the provocation, he gritted his teeth, fiercely pressing the trigger, deciding to continuously fire, giving this arrogant guy no chance to regret.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gun chamber trembled, bullets spewing out as if wrapped in endless fury.
With sharp, piercing rips of air, streaks of blinding fire hurled toward the target.
At the moment the bald man pulled the trigger for the first time, Fang Cheng moved.
With bright, sharp eyes, seemingly able to track the bullet’s trajectory, he merely clasped his fists, performing a Shake Flash move to dodge the first bullet.
Then his body, injected with violent Strength, abruptly swayed left and right at a speed undetectable to the naked eye.
Every sway stirred up gusts of wind, scattering fallen leaves, precisely disrupting the bald man’s shooting rhythm, making aiming impossible.
The gunshots echoed through the woods, a flock of startled birds flapping their wings, rushing skyward.
The bald man’s heart pounded wildly, his chest rapidly rising and falling, facial muscles twitching from shock.
He couldn’t believe someone could so easily dodge his bullets.
Knowing that their distance wasn’t tens of meters nor just over ten.
But merely a few meters, several steps!
Fang Cheng, agile, muscles flexing fluidly, moved steadily like a leopard hunting prey through the woods.
Step by step, carrying a soul-stirring presence, he tread upon the prey’s heart, getting ever closer.
No matter how bullets kept whistling by, none could hit the ghostly figure. freewebnøvel.coɱ
The bald man’s hands shook slightly with tension, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, blurring his vision.
He couldn’t spare a moment to wipe them, desperately aiming at Fang Cheng, firing.
Click.
Suddenly, amidst the intense tension, a gun click rang out, especially startling.
The magazine was glaringly empty, all bullets completely spent.
The bald man seemed to awaken from a deep dream, abruptly snapping back to reality.
But was horrified to see Fang Cheng standing upright before him, eyes exuding an intimidating sense of aloofness and confidence, facing the dark gun muzzle.
"Shit..."
The bald man realized he was utterly defeated; a curse tremblingly squeezed through his teeth before being swallowed in his throat.
