Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1287 - 624:



Chapter 1287 - 624:

Meanwhile, the engine roar of a heavy-duty off-road vehicle and chaotic shouting faintly came through.

Clearly, a heavily armed large force was rushing towards them.

The masked man’s pupils shrank abruptly, his gaze swept over the distant scene, his expression instantly changed.

Yet he did not move towards the direction where the signal flare was fired; instead, he flapped his wings, forcefully making a sharp turn in mid-air.

With a gust of wind, he accelerated his escape towards the dense forest in the opposite direction, his figure quickly vanishing into the depths of the fog.

Fang Cheng’s eyes burned fiercely, his gaze penetrated the dense fog, locking onto the trajectory of the masked man’s disappearance.

By now, the 9-second air suspension time was up, and the final flying kinetic energy from the last step into the air was completely exhausted.

Fang Cheng’s figure lost airflow support, plummeting straight towards the dense forest below.

Just before crashing into the treetops, his eyes sharpened, his legs bent like hydraulic springs filled with force, accurately landing on a sturdy tree trunk embraced by three people, and kicked fiercely.

"Crack!"

The hard wood couldn’t withstand the strain, instantly shattering and breaking.

With this rebound force, Fang Cheng also forcibly changed direction in mid-air.

He leaped continuously atop the forest sea, like a beast shuttling through the jungle.

Every landing was accompanied by the explosion of treetops, steadfastly pursuing the direction of the masked man’s escape.

"Ssshh——"

Amidst a sound like a high-pressure cooker venting, the diamond-shaped crystal on the masked man’s chest flashed urgently twice before completely dimming.

Immediately, the high-strength biological armor covering his body softened and shrank.

"Ugh!"

The masked man let out an extremely painful muffled groan, his body erupted with dazzling blue arcs.

The dark blue biological metal deeply embedded in his flesh, intertwined with muscle fibers in symbiosis, began frenziedly retracting.

Accompanied by the scalp-tingling sound of flesh peeling, layers of insect-like shells quickly disintegrated.

Then transformed into viscous dark blue liquid, rushing back like a tide into the cracked fissure at the center of his chest.

The high-frequency bone blade on the outside of both arms and the horns on the forehead also forcefully retracted into his body, restoring their original state.

The wide wing-like external skeleton further curled and withered, ultimately all biological metals converging into the diamond-shaped crystal.

Devoid of the flying ability the armor provided, the masked man’s body completely lost balance.

Even though he had already minimized his altitude as much as possible before the energy ran out.

But falling straight down from several dozen meters up, the powerful inertia still yanked him down heavily onto the ground.

"Boom!"

The moment he hit the ground, the masked man instinctively curled up his body, rolling repeatedly to dissipate the force, carving a trench in the muddy ground, ending up covered in dust and dirt.

The intense shock made the blood in his chest churn, sweetness rising in his throat.

Fortunately, his physical prowess far exceeded that of ordinary people, though this fall was embarrassing, it did not harm his vital internal organs.

However, before he could completely stabilize himself, the towering treetops above suddenly exploded.

A ball of golden flame, bearing terrifying pressure like a meteorite from beyond, smashed into the mud just five meters in front of him.

"Thud!"

The muffled echo sounded like war drums, ground shaking violently, earth flipping over.

The ferocious shockwave spread across the ground like thunder, uprooting shrubs within several meters.

Surrounding rubble and branches shot out like shrapnel.

As the dust gradually dissipated, Fang Cheng’s figure slowly came into view.

The streamlined muscles were cast like bronze under the golden light, fully revealing his robust physique.

That scorching and cold gaze penetrated the swirling dust, firmly locking onto the prey on the ground.

The masked man knelt on one knee, wiped away the blood smeared at the corner of his mouth.

Staring at the unstoppable man before him, like a Demon God.

He knew very well, all his trump cards exhausted, his stamina depleted.

Even if he turned to flee now, he could never outpace the other’s supersonic terrifying speed.

Resolutely abandoning the thought of further resistance, he swiftly raised his right hand, palm facing forward, shouting:

"Wait, don’t act yet!"


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