Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 312 - 218: Within 7 Steps, Is the Gun Faster or Am I Faster_2

Chapter 312: Chapter 218: Within 7 Steps, Is the Gun Faster or Am I Faster_2

Fang Cheng suddenly struck, his movements swift as lightning, grabbing the gun-wielding wrist and twisting it forcefully.

With a "crack" sound, the wrist bone broke with a snap, the handgun immediately lost control, and "clang" fell to the ground.

Following that, the palm sliced towards the bald man’s throat.

Another "crack" was heard, and the bald man’s neck involuntarily tilted to the side, his body limp and falling down.

In just two moves, he cleanly and efficiently dealt with the enemy, causing the spectators around to gasp in shock.

Thus, a sparring session came to an end.

The short and stout bandit witnessed this, already pale with fright, his legs trembling.

The shovel intended to boost his courage was now gripped tightly by him as he continually retreated backward.

The dry branches and fallen leaves underfoot crunched with a "rustle" at each step, filled with panic and fear.

"Wait, I surrender, I have a big secret I can tell you..."

The short and stout bandit’s voice carried a sob, sensing the dire situation, hoping to use this secret for a slim chance of survival, his eyes rolling as he anxiously observed Fang Cheng’s reaction.

Upon hearing, Fang Cheng paused, his gaze intense as he stared at the short and stout bandit, seemingly intrigued.

The short and stout bandit saw this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he immediately continued:

"This Hero, do you know about the West Mountain archaeological site? Nearly three months ago, a huge explosion occurred there, and many died; it was extremely mysterious."

"Other things have nothing to do with us ordinary folks. The most important thing is, many treasures over a thousand years old have flowed out from the ancient tomb there. These are not ordinary artifacts, reportedly involving a stunning secret."

"All factions are like sharks smelling blood, flooding in, and those wealthy families even declared, throwing money to purchase. If we manage to get just one, we won’t worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives and will make a fortune!"

He became increasingly excited, speaking incoherently, flecks of saliva flying.

A strange flush also appeared amidst the fear-induced pallor on his face.

"However..."

Reaching this point, the short and stout bandit suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes warily darting around, as if the next words were even more confidential.

"This matter is too deep, and the forces behind it are very dangerous. Anyway, in our line of work, I’ve heard several groups have already disappeared inexplicably. The methods of those people above are beyond what we common folk can imagine. I only overheard a few words, and it scared me so much I couldn’t sleep for several nights, just wanting to finish this job quickly, sell the money, and run back to my hometown to hide."

"Of course, a Hero with your skills surely doesn’t fear these people..."

He spoke with a mysterious air, his body still trembling uncontrollably, the shovel in his hand slightly shaking as well.

He seemed genuinely afraid, not daring to casually reveal this astounding secret, yet also showing no less fear of Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng focused his sharp gaze on him, eyes filled with scrutiny, as if assessing the truth of his words.

After a moment, he asked:

"Is there any evidence of what you’re saying?"

The short and stout bandit quickly waved his hands:

"I don’t have any evidence. I’m just a runner, knowing this much already risks a lot. If the boss knew I was eavesdropping, I wouldn’t be alive."

Then abruptly thinking of something, he hurriedly pointed with the shovel at a nearby dug pit.

"If you want evidence, find this damn fat guy!"

"His name is Xu Sanduo, one of the biggest ghost merchants in East Capital. Recently, he received an item flowing out from the West Mountain Ancient Tomb. According to our brothers’ constant surveillance, if we’re not mistaken, this guy just found a buyer and hasn’t had time to sell it yet."

The fat guy, initially mustering the courage to peek his head out, dared to look at the scene outside the pit when the gunshot ended.

Hearing the conversation mentioning him, he shuddered, and his body, already lying in the pit, curled even tighter, clutching his head as if this would hide him away.

Fang Cheng glanced at the fat guy and then looked at the short and stout bandit:

"Then why should I believe you?"

The short and stout bandit, almost crying with anxiety, said:

"Brother, I’ve already surrendered. Would I still dare to deceive you? Look at me, this cowardly, how could I have any ulterior motives? I sincerely want to make a deal with you. Spare my life, and I can tell you everything I know."

"Moreover, we can torture this damn fat guy together to make him reveal more inside information. Once we get the treasure, I’ll handle finding a buyer, and you can wait to split the money. We’ll divide it half and half..."

"No, no, I’ll take three, you take seven. As long as it’s sold for tens of millions or even a billion, we won’t worry for the rest of our lives."

The short and stout bandit forcefully squeezed a flattering smile onto his face, but a barely perceptible cunning flashed in his eyes.

Fang Cheng slightly furrowed his brows, remaining motionless, seemingly seriously considering this proposal.

Just as the short and stout bandit thought he had him and let down his guard, Fang Cheng suddenly moved like a ghost, stealthily closing in.

His right hand shot out like lightning, precisely seizing the short and stout bandit’s throat, applying slight pressure, and instantly, the bandit’s face turned crimson. He tried to struggle but couldn’t move.

"You..."

He stared wide-eyed at Fang Cheng, squeezing out a faint sound from his throat.

Fang Cheng said coldly:

"I hate smartasses who think they’re clever the most..."

With that, the strength in his hands suddenly increased.

Only the sound of "crack" was heard, and the neck of the short, stocky bandit helplessly tilted to one side, completely devoid of breath.

At this moment, the forest was eerily silent.

Only the gentle rustling of the leaves by the breeze seemed to hold its breath, eavesdropping on this startling change. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Xu Sanduo, hiding with his head buried in the pit, trembled like a frightened quail.

After hearing no movement outside for a long time and hesitating repeatedly, he finally crawled up nervously.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the "Hero" finishing searching the bodies and turning towards him.

Their eyes met, creating an exceptionally horrifying atmosphere, as if a hint of murderous aura was still lingering.

Xu Sanduo was so scared that he fell back into the pit, waving his hands frantically in front of him, as if trying to ward off danger.

"Don’t... don’t kill me, I haven’t done anything, I don’t know anything!"

His eyes were filled with terror, and he stammered incoherently.

Fang Cheng furrowed his brow slightly, opening his mouth as if to say something.

Just then, an abrupt noise was heard.

From the other end of the forest, a stranger came running, shouting:

"Brother, what’s happening?"

He seemed to be the bandit lookout partner, unable to resist coming to check upon hearing the gunshots.

Seeing the two bodies lying on the ground, he was first stunned, then quickly reacted and swiftly drew his handgun from his waist, aiming at Fang Cheng.

"Who the hell are you? Why did you kill my brother?"

He shouted repeatedly, stopping tens of meters away, not daring to come closer.

Clearly, he knew this mysterious man was not to be trifled with, his eyes showed shock and dread.

Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, his feet seemed nailed to the ground without moving, then suddenly stomped the ground with force, charging straight at the man.

He ran at an extreme speed, kicking up fallen leaves to swirl through the sky, his body was like a cannonball shooting through the forest.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had crossed several dozen meters, reached the man.

His right fist raised high, muscles bulging, veins popped out, like thick worms winding on his arm.

Then he punched out with a roar, as if capable of splitting mountains and rocks, directly smashed it into the man’s chest.

The man had no time to react at all, his entire being like hit by a speeding truck, his body instantly lifted off the ground, flying backward.

At the same time, his chest seemed to explode like a bomb, blasting out a bloody hole.

Blood gushed like a fountain, spraying a mist of blood in the air, its power and momentum were terrifying.

Thud.

The body crashed heavily against a tree trunk over ten meters away, making the branches and leaves tremble, then sliding down.

Fang Cheng stood firm, raised his blood-stained fist to glance at it, frowned and shook his head:

"Overdid it..."

His tone revealing a trace of annoyance, seemingly dissatisfied with not controlling the force of the kill properly.

Sitting in the pit, Xu Sanduo watched this scene with his head raised.

His mouth was open and did not close for a long time, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

On his ashen face, large beads of sweat rolled down uncontrollably.

He wanted to take advantage of the moment before the other party turned back and noticed him to quickly get up and escape.

But his legs were uncooperative, limp like noodles, unable to muster any strength.

At this moment, only one thought echoed in his mind.

This guy really is a monster!