Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 341 - 231

The fisherman heard the roar, and his legs went weak, causing him to fall to his knees.

He raised his hands shakily in a gesture of surrender:

"Don’t... don’t shoot, brother, I’m just an old man fishing by the lake, I didn’t do anything!"

"Damn, why was the fisherman running so fast? Are you a rabbit?"

The person who roared was a burly man with a fierce look, who quickly stepped forward and swung the butt of his gun at the fisherman’s head.

"Ouch!"

The fisherman cried out in pain, clutching his head, his body curling into a ball.

The burly man, ignoring the man’s howls, fiercely turned his head to glare at Fang Cheng, who stood aside, seemingly dumbfounded.

At the same time, the other two moved swiftly, holding rifles, quickly closing in and surrounding the fisherman and Fang Cheng in a fan shape.

The dark muzzles of their guns aimed straight at their heads, their eyes equally filled with vigilance and ferocity.

Fang Cheng, however, remained unusually calm, silently observing every move of these people.

Their somewhat panicked expressions and disheveled clothing indicated they had run into trouble in the mountains.

Highly likely they were ruthless bandits covered in human lifeblood lawsuits.

"Gentlemen, I’m nearsighted!"

The fisherman had a bleeding gash on his forehead, with blood slowly trickling down his cheeks.

But he dared not open his eyes, only kept them tightly shut, face full of fear, pleading repeatedly:

"I didn’t see what you looked like, let me go, I promise I won’t recognize you after I leave..."

"Stop talking nonsense, what were you muttering about just now, are you trying to tip off someone?"

The burly man was unmoved, still pointing his gun at him, questioning fiercely:

"Speak, which group are you from? Are you spies from Black Wolf or another gang? If you don’t talk, I’ll shoot both of you!"

"It’s a misunderstanding, we’re both good citizens!"

Realizing they mistook him for a colleague of the criminals, the fisherman almost burst into tears, quickly defending:

"I was fishing here, and he was just running by, we’re just ordinary people not affiliated with any gang, we were just chatting here briefly."

Another person holding a rifle was staring at the sturdily built, obviously more suspicious Fang Cheng, and asked in a low voice:

"Kid, why aren’t you talking, are you scared stiff or mute?"

As he spoke, he thrust the muzzle forward, directly pressing it against Fang Cheng’s forehead.

Facing the dark and cold muzzle, Fang Cheng squinted slightly, a hint of danger flashing in his eyes.

Just as the situation grew more tense, with gunfire imminent.

Suddenly, a clamor of footsteps came from afar, accompanied by faint shouting:

"Over there, chase them!"

This sound made these previously fierce guys’ faces change instantly, exchanging glances quickly.

"Damn, they’ve caught up again!"

One bandit blurted out, his voice tinged with panic.

The burly man gritted his teeth, eyes fierce, seemingly signaling to his companions to deal with the two troubles first, then escape.

And the bandit pressing the gun against Fang Cheng’s temple, his finger on the trigger trembled slightly, about to press down.

Fang Cheng captured that instant.

In the blink of an eye, as the muzzle was about to spew bullets, his figure suddenly launched into motion.

Pa!

His foot slid swiftly on the track, making a crisp and short sound, raising a small cloud of dust.

The bandit only felt a blur before his eyes, the young man originally standing in front of him mysteriously disappeared.

Next, a sharp pain came from his wrist, as if clamped by steel pliers, making his five fingers involuntarily loosen.

His panicked gaze slightly shifted, only to see a figure like a ghost, closely sticking to his right side, coldly staring at him.

Just as he opened his mouth in terror, intending to shout.

A pain in the back of his head, as if struck by a heavy hammer, made everything go black, losing consciousness in an instant.

At that moment, the rifle in his hand still hadn’t completely left his grip, beginning to fall.

The figure attached to him, like a whirlwind, "whoosh," darted towards the other two.

By then, the two companions had just noticed the commotion, hurriedly turning their heads.

Even though they were battle-hardened, trained to observe with their eyes and ears.

But at such close range, facing such explosive speed faster than lightning, normal reflexes couldn’t cope.

Fang Cheng bent low, his whole body like a spring, "swoosh," launching himself before another bandit.

He moved as fast as lightning, in an instant breaking the opponent’s wrist, locking his throat, a set of Grapple Skills performed seamlessly and smoothly.

Then, with a casual flick.

The bandit was thrown back easily like a ragdoll.

At this moment, the remaining burly man finally came to his senses.

Seeing this scene, he subconsciously aimed his gun, sharply pressing the trigger, only to find, in disbelief, that it wouldn’t budge.

His gaze then moved downward, his pupils contracting sharply. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Unknown when, a thumb had firmly wedged between the trigger and guard, blocking his shooting action.

The young man in front seemed to wield the extraordinary ability of Teleportation, crossing several meters in an instant, appearing before him like a teleportation move.

Clang, clang.

By now, the rifles of the two subdued bandits had just started to fall, making two loud clanging impacts in succession.