Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 294 - 211_2

The two team members, while shooting, lost control of their bodies and fell forward heavily onto the concrete floor, making a dull thud.

As soon as the bullets were fired, Fang Cheng didn’t wait to confirm whether the target was killed. He turned around without hesitation, pulled the trigger again, and unleashed another round of gunfire.

The three team members, forming a triangle, were rounding from behind to flank him. Seeing this, they hurriedly dodged in fear.

Taking advantage of the brief suppression of firepower, Fang Cheng discarded the empty-clip assault rifle and, as nimble as an eel, darted into a nearby pipeline gap.

His steps were light and agile, like an ape leaping and darting among the pipelines.

Familiar with the workshop environment, he circled around and reappeared above the three team members who were communicating with walkie-talkies, searching for the target.

From above, he seized the moment when the enemies below were changing clips and launched a surprise attack like a divine soldier descending from the heavens.

With the momentum of his jump, Fang Cheng’s right elbow swung high and slammed down on one person’s head.

With a dull "bang," that person’s head shattered like being hit by a sledgehammer, the mask and the top of the skull breaking together, instantly dead without a sound.

As he landed, Fang Cheng crouched down, and before the other two could react, he executed a sweeping leg, breaking the shinbones of one of them.

In a split second, he quickly dodged a burst of bullets fired from the side.

Immediately after, using "Lightning Dance" to accelerate, his left leg swung out like a battle axe, fiercely kicking the other shooting team member along with his gun toward the approaching other Hunters.

This kick carried deadly force, sending the target flying like a truck collision, simultaneously killing the target and obstructing the view and firepower of those behind.

Fang Cheng gave them no chance to breathe, the dagger in his hand spun, swiftly charging into the crowd like a bolt of black lightning, fiercely engaging in close combat.

Amidst the chaotic gunfire, fire tongues spat out, and cold glints flashed.

Throat slashing, chest stabbing, lock holds, bone breaking, gun stealing, counterattacking.

The actions were executed seamlessly, dispatching them swiftly to the underworld, as large pools of blood immediately spread on the ground.

He hadn’t even paused for half a second to catch his breath when he heard footsteps of pursuers approaching from behind.

Fang Cheng’s eyes immediately flashed with ferocity, once again suppressing fire while dodging and retreating, readjusting his attack rhythm.

In this way, utilizing the maze-like complex terrain, he kept maneuvering against the enemy, unleashing thunderous methods, breaking them down and hunting them one by one.

A few minutes later.

The smoke in the workshop dissipated, returning to dead silence.

Faint moonlight streamed through broken windows, vaguely displaying a scene ravaged by warfare.

The machinery and equipment were riddled with bullet marks, appearing even more dilapidated.

The pipeline paint was peeling, full of potholes, exposing the rusted interior.

Bodies lay scattered haphazardly all around, their deaths horrifyingly gruesome.

Some had their throats slashed by blades, the flesh turned outward, hideous and dreadful.

Some had twisted limbs, clearly having suffered heavy blows, with stark white broken bones protruding from the flesh.

The dark red blood had already pooled into streams, winding along the ground, exuding a piercing stench.

The earpiece dropped on the ground emitted a "zzz" electric current noise, exceptionally harsh amidst the silence.

Click.

A dark figure appeared from the shadows, stepping over bodies, crushing the earpiece.

The mask, resembling an Evil Ghost, appeared cold and ruthless, yet a faint red glow seemed to flicker in the pupils behind the goggles.

Lines of battle experience tips appeared before his eyes.

[Boxing experience +13]

[Sanda experience +15]

[Muay Thai experience +25]

[Jujutsu Experience +20]

[Tai Chi Boxing Experience +15]

[Sword Skill Experience +20]

[Gun Skill Experience +25]

[Meditation Experience +10]

A cold breath exhaled from the mask’s vent, Fang Cheng lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping across the surroundings.

No other figures appeared in his view, suggesting that the enemies in this area had been completely eradicated.

"If those shooters that appeared on the top floor of the workshop are all of them, then now there might be only that one left..." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

As he calculated in his mind, Fang Cheng’s heart suddenly jolted, the hairs on his arms standing on end.

He instantly leapt sideways without hesitation.

At the moment Fang Cheng leaped, a cold flash appeared out of nowhere, swiftly slicing through the spot where he had just stood.

Swish!

With a sharp tearing sound, his shoulder clothing was slit open.

Fang Cheng rolled several meters away, quickly looking up at his assailant.

Yet no figure was seen, only a dagger eerily floating in the air, glimmering coldly under the faint moonlight.

It seemed to move as if controlled by a phantom, exuding endless strangeness.

The dagger, having missed, showed no signs of stopping, and immediately closed in again, stabbing straight toward Fang Cheng’s throat.

Its movements were as fast as a meteor in the night, leaving no time for a blink.

Nor did it give Fang Cheng any space to breathe or react.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, Fang Cheng had no time to ponder, his body leaned back, waist twisting, legs abruptly kicking the ground to gain momentum, sliding out along the floor.

As he slid past a body, he picked up an assault rifle lying on the ground, firing toward where the dagger was attacking before he could even get up.

Dadadadada!

Bullets sprayed like a swarm of bees, instantly illuminating a small area.

While whistling through the air, searching for any possible concealed enemies among them.

However, apart from hitting the surrounding machinery and pipelines, causing a series of sparks and flying debris, there was no trace of the assailant to be found.