Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 118: Chapter 110: Monster’s Duel_2

Then, a personal meeting with the final boss.

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In front of the office surveillance footage.

Wu Shihao’s eyes were glued to the dark screen, incessantly cursing the escapees.

Trying to continue issuing combat commands was to no avail; the situation seemed irretrievable.

"Old Wu, you don’t need to be too anxious."

The young man standing beside him spoke up: "This assassin’s gun skill is indeed strong, and his agility is remarkable, but with A’tai and me joining forces, he can only get this far tonight."

Wu Shihao glanced at him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

At a time like this, this guy still has the leisure to wipe his dull samurai sword with a cloth.

The muscle hunk smirked and said:

"Just a slightly more agile rat. If we were to fight one-on-one bare-handed, I could punch his head to pieces!"

The young swordsman finished wiping the blade, waved it horizontally, and instantly it emitted a clear, pleasant ring.

Then he added:

"The bullets a gun can carry are ultimately limited, but my blade technique is boundless."

The two of them leisurely assessed the assassin’s abilities, appearing very composed.

Even though the security footage was blurry and the opponent’s specific shape and movements were unclear,

With their experience, they guessed he was relying on the overwhelming advantage of high-tech gear to firstly take control of the battlefield, then carry out concealed assassinations.

The two fighters considered themselves elite and under suitable conditions and environment, taking down dozens single-handedly was equally straightforward.

The reassured Wu Shihao was nevertheless still worried.

The confidant with long hair by his side and two other bodyguards also looked tense, holding guns aimed at the door.

Gunshots and screams faintly came from outside the door, gradually growing weaker until there was complete silence.

But Wu Shihao still seemed to hear footsteps, as if trampling over his heart.

Thump, thump, unceasing.

Bang!

Suddenly, the solid wood office door was kicked open.

A figure burst in, charging straight forward.

The two bodyguards immediately flinched and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, they emptied all the bullets in the chamber into the intruder’s body.

Seconds later, the bullets spent, the smoke cleared.

Everyone looked closely, only to find that the body lying on the floor was actually one of their gunmen who had been stationed outside.

Wu Shihao couldn’t help but burst into expletives:

"Fuck, you two idiots, make sure who it is before you shoot!"

His anger rose sharply, but in an instant, it was as if his throat had been grasped like a duck’s, voiceless.

Because, at this moment.

A figure in a pitch-black combat suit, wearing a ghost-face mask, was walking from darkness into the light-filled room.

Wu Shihao and his three men couldn’t help but hold their breath.

The young swordsman and the muscle hunk also showed serious expressions, becoming earnest.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the "peerless assassin" who on his own had defeated nearly two hundred members of the Red Tiger Gang.

Fang Cheng entered the office, quickly scanning the room and everyone’s faces.

Then, his gaze settled on the target he had seen in the photos—Wu Shihao.

Feeling the sharpness transmitted from the eyes behind the mask, Wu Shihao shuddered and hurriedly began to speak:

"Don’t do anything rash, the two standing by my side happen to be the top fighters of the gang, their ability to kill is no less than yours!"

Fang Cheng heard this, and his pupils instantly narrowed.

His gaze then fell on the young man holding the samurai sword and the muscle hunk resembling a bodybuilder.

"Could they be the legendary invincible fighters of the Red Tiger Gang?"

The thought flashed, and his body involuntarily tensed, bracing for the fierce battle that was coming.

Seeing Fang Cheng seemingly intimidated, Wu Shihao felt a hint of joy and tried to negotiate calmly:

"There’s actually some misunderstanding between us, we can all sit down and talk slowly, I believe there’s nothing that negotiation can’t resolve..."

The muscle hunk suddenly gestured with his hand, interrupting Wu Shihao’s words:

"We’ll talk about your negotiations and peace later!"

After that, he eyed Fang Cheng intently and issued a duel challenge:

"Your physical condition seems quite good, do you have the guts to compare our Boxing skills?"

Fang Cheng was taken aback by the muscle hunk’s invitation to a one-on-one fight.

He then turned to look at the other reputed invulnerable fighter of the Red Tiger Gang.

After a moment of consideration, he nodded in agreement.

The two stood opposed to each other.

The muscle hunk twisted his thick neck, clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked with a pop.

Standing about 1.9 meters tall, his figure was like a wall erected before one’s eyes, with broad trapezius muscles bridging his neck and shoulders.

Fang Cheng also put away his gun and Butterfly Knife, raising his arms and adopting the classic Boxing guard.

"That looks quite decent."

The muscle strongman cracked a smile, but his eyes suddenly turned extremely vicious.

"Next, I’ll let you see what it means to possess strength that surpasses human limits!"

As he spoke, his muscles bulged, and with a push from his feet, he initiated the attack.

With a sprint step and a Straight Punch as his rear hand, accompanied by a whooshing sound breaking through the air, he struck fiercely at Fang Cheng’s exposed neck beneath his mask.

Wu Shihao was also watching, holding his breath.

The fist, as large as a sandbag, seemed like a hammer swing, capable of shattering the opponent’s mask and crushing his skull with a single blow.

He knew that although these two Supervisors looked like normal humans, they were essentially the same as the "Experimental Bodies" lying in the containers.

Because they too were injected with that mysterious blue potion to Enhance their physical attributes.

However, the dosage was controlled very finely, and so far, no adverse rejection phenomena had occurred.

Even so, their physical strength was incomparable to that of an ordinary person!

Fang Cheng’s eyes were solemn, but he showed no signs of fear.

Instead, he felt a strong sense of excitement and anticipation.

He moved his feet back and forth, slightly sinking his waist, and firmly planted his stance.

Knowing that his opponent was one of the Red Tiger Gang’s top experts, he naturally had to exert full strength for this battle.

In an instant, he pushed off with his right foot, twisting his waist and turning his hips, with his right arm pulling back.

As if twisting all his body’s strength into a rope.

Then, like a tightly wound loom suddenly released, he swung out his right arm.

He greeted the oncoming hammer-like fist with a similarly simple and violent Straight Punch.

Bang!

The two fists, built of flesh and blood, collided fiercely.

At the same time, a "crack" was heard; it was the sound of bones splintering.

Immediately after, an extremely shrill scream rang out.

Wu Shihao had not yet shown any joy when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He stared dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before him.

He saw the muscle strongman’s fist smashed as if by a hammer into a pulp.

Then, the entire arm twisted like a twisted dough, breaking crisply one after another.

Bone fragments protruded, and flesh and blood blurred profusely, a terrifying spectacle indeed.

That seemingly slender Assassin had shattered A-tai’s arm with a single punch.

The young Samurai watching the battle changed color instantly.

Without hesitation, he swung the Samurai Blade in his hand, launching a surprise attack at Fang Cheng’s back.

Swish!

A silver flash passed by, slicing diagonally across the body in a black Combat Suit.

It neatly bisected the suit into two.

Then, the two halves of the body dissipated like smoke.

Unfortunately, that was just an afterimage.

The young Samurai reacted quickly, instinctively raising his hand to make a horizontal blade-blocking maneuver.

Clang————

Accompanied by a bright spark scraping off, the Butterfly Knife clashed with the Samurai Blade.

The young Samurai breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the blink of an eye, he saw the black figure disappear again, with only a glint piercing his pupils.

Then, that piercing sensation spread to his neck.

The young Samurai’s mouth opened slightly, and he staggered backward a few steps.

Then his head tilted, drooping towards his back.

Half of his neck had been cleanly sliced by the blade.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling all over the floor.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, shaking off the Blood Bead from the knife.

Looking at the two top experts he had just easily disposed of, he was somewhat astonished.

The muscle strongman’s screams reached his ears, bringing Fang Cheng back to his senses.

Turning his head, he kicked out.

He burst the surviving expert’s head with a kick, putting an end to his pain.

The office then fell into total silence.

Wu Shihao, Long Hair, and the two bodyguards all stared dumbfounded at the horrifying scene.

Their legs trembled involuntarily, and cold sweat poured down profusely.

Watching the black figure approaching them was like seeing a humanoid monster.

"You... don’t come over here!"