NOVEL Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 146 - 132 The Shadow of Noah Organization_2

Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 146 - 132 The Shadow of Noah Organization_2
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Chapter 146: Chapter 132 The Shadow of Noah Organization_2

While one leg was still in the air, making a whipping motion,

the other leg unexpectedly powered up and sprung into action.

He then delivered a front kick, soaring into the air and landing it squarely on his opponent’s abdomen.

Awu’s eyes widened with shock and disbelief.

The coordination and hang time displayed by the opponent was simply unnatural for a human.

In terms of physical prowess, it might be said he was even more monstrous than the creatures they’d encountered earlier!

The relentless speed and unblockable moves left him with no chance to dodge.

The tremendous strength behind the kick sent Awu flying backward, his body slamming heavily against the wooden side of the cabin.

The wood, unable to withstand the impact, splintered with a crash, creating a gaping hole.

Awu’s body lost support and plummeted into the sea instantly.

He was a poor swimmer, and in his panic, he wildly splashed, extinguishing the flames that had been burning on his arms.

Immediately after, a figure trailing sparks also leaped through the broken hole, "splash," causing a large spray of water as it landed beside him.

Then with nimble feet treading water and arms wrapping around from behind, the figure tightly choked Awu’s neck, compressing his carotid artery.

Awu choked on two mouthfuls of seawater, breathing becoming increasingly difficult.

Before he had a chance to struggle much, oxygen deprivation darkened his vision.

He felt his body growing heavier as if it was being filled with lead.

He sank continuously towards the dark ocean floor, an endless abyss.

..................

"Huuh—"

Awu suddenly opened his eyes, awakening from the nightmare of being swallowed by the abyss.

Then a wave of nausea overwhelmed him, followed by him vomiting a couple of mouthfuls of bitter, bile-mingled seawater.

When he collected his senses and his vision cleared, he found himself lying on the deck of a fishing boat.

Lifting his head, he turned to look at the young man sitting in front of him, fiddling with an anesthetic gun.

A sense of foreboding filled him instantly; he tried to stand up but found his arms and legs weak and unresponsive, incapable of effective movement.

At this moment, his whole body was numb and his muscles stiff, even the area that had been hit by the heavy leg no longer felt much pain.

It was clear he had been injected with a potent dose of strong anesthetic that could bring down an elephant.

"Umm..."

A muffled groan came from beside him; the ship captain, his right arm broken, was trussed up and a cloth gag in his mouth, lying next to him.

Casting a glance at his companion’s fate, Awu took a deep breath, realizing he was in deep trouble.

He then stopped struggling altogether and with a grave expression, turned to face the mysterious enemy sitting in front of him.

"Brother, which path are you on?"

As he spoke, he noticed that his mouth was drafty and his cheek stung fiercely, not needing a mirror to tell how badly swollen it must be.

Clearly, the only reason he woke up so quickly was that he had just been slapped.

Fang Cheng did not answer.

He had already put on dry clothes and underwear, and was now carefully drying a pair of black sweatpants in front of an electric heater.

The exposed legs, with their muscular lines, looked as potent as weapons forged from steel.

Awu’s pupils contracted slightly as if recalling the previous encounter.

He then opened his mouth again, trying to find more topics to discuss, hoping to ease the tension between them.

"Are you sent by the True Thought Society?"

"If it’s for that reason, I’m willing to pay you to settle this matter..."

Fang Cheng turned his head and interrupted him:

"You’ve asked so much, don’t you want to introduce yourself first?"

At those words, Awu fell silent.

After about half a minute,

he began to speak again, with a hint of apprehension: n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖

"We belong to the Noah Organization, have you heard of it?"

The Noah Organization?

Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, listening intently.

Awu continued:

"We, two brothers, came to Yong’an Island, merely to fulfill a mission given by the organization, nothing to do with anything else..."

By this point, he had completely let go of his mental burden.

Revealing task information to outsiders would result in severe punishment by the organization.

But now his life was at the mercy of another, like a lamb to the slaughter, possibly about to endure inhuman treatment.

It was clear how he should choose; the wise adapt to circumstances, and the saying was self-explanatory.

At the same time, he also hoped to use the name and strength of the organization behind him to deter his opponent.

Thus, without Fang Cheng needing to interrogate him, he candidly narrated everything about their background.

Awu and the ship captain were actually brothers, named Wang Zongwu and Wang Zongwen.

Their mission target was a creature known as "Merfolk," living in the waters around Yong’an Island.

Because capturing a Merfolk and returning it to the organization’s base would reward them with a ten-million-dollar bounty, among other benefits.

As to why they needed to capture Merfolk?

They only speculated it would be used as experimental material by the organization.

The older brother Wang Zongwen used to run a smuggling boat and was just assisting with the hunting mission.

The younger brother Wang Zongwu, not only had a physical constitution many times stronger than an average person but also possessed a Special Ability to create flames, taking on the offensive part of the mission.

According to Wang Zongwu, he was an underground boxer who was fortunate enough to be chosen by the Noah Organization for a human experiment, through which he accidentally awakened this ability he named "Flame Fist."

Thanks to Wang Zongwu’s strength, the two had thrived in the organization, completing many missions, enough to be regarded as elite members.

Fang Cheng listened quietly to his story, gaining an understanding of the situation.

Unexpectedly, by merely inquiring for information, he had stumbled upon another mysterious organization that seemed quite formidable.

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