[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups":3,"chapter-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-290":6,"glossary-terms-282":24},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},231215,282,"Chapter 290 - 210: Leap, Impossible Mission","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-290",290,"\u003Cp>Two steel cables connecting the suspension bridge span across the skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years of wear and moisture, they’re heavily rusted, the corrosion is shocking, as if a gentle tug would cause them to snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, they appear faint and indistinct in the dim light, almost blending with the dark, pitch-black pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Fang Cheng’s bullet strikes the surface of the cables with sniper-like precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steel cables vibrate violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large patches of reddish-brown rust peel off like scabs, fluttering down layer by layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Making the already precarious suspension bridge tremble even more, seemingly dangling by a thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if in the next moment, the already slender and fragile cables would succumb to the weight and snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, carrying the bridge and the hostages above into the endless dark abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Donghe is tied to the chair, watching Fang Cheng’s series of bold and insane actions, utterly dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing sparks fly, the strands twisted into steel cables snapping one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with his guts made of steel, he can’t help but utter a pig-like squeal in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng’s gaze is cold and stern, his gun steadily aimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every trigger pull sends bullets flying like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the crossfire of bullets and rain, illuminating short-lived yet brilliant paths in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets continue to strike the two steel cables in rapid succession, gradually punching through the strands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Fang Cheng’s conscious control, maintaining an extremely fragile balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, only a thin strand remains to valiantly support the two steel cables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, under the weight, the remaining thin strand emits a terrifying \"creak\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoes like the footsteps of death, with each strike hammering heavily at Ma Donghe’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath halts, muscles tense, eyes fixed on the ever-threatening cables, awaiting the imminent plunge into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just at this critical moment, Fang Cheng swiftly slides to the connection between the bridge and the walkway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he heaves an iron door, leaps forward like a leopard, courageously jumping onto the teetering suspension bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suspension bridge trembles fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already fragile, it’s precariously dangling under the dual pressure of its own heavy weight and Ma Donghe’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, adding the hefty man running with an iron door, the burden increases sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining slender strand becomes overwhelmed, emitting a sharper whimper, like a woman ravaged to the brink, making her final protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden scene leaves Ma Donghe stunned, mind blank, with only one frantic thought echoing within:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, are you planning to be buried with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets rain furiously, densely pouring onto the iron door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng charges toward Ma Donghe tied at the top of the bridge, heedless of anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop, pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the steel cables, stretched to the limit, can’t withstand the torment, snapping completely with two crisp sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cable swiftly detaches from the pulley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge thus loses the strength to maintain balance, suddenly tilting from the top, plummeting downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tightly bound by the cables, Ma Donghe’s body begins to tip alongside the tilting bridge, face full of horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chair’s legs slide across the bridge, emitting a sharp, screeching scratch, like a desperate struggle before plunging into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Fang Cheng discards the iron door used as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He draws a deep breath, muscles instantly tense like a tightly coiled spring ready to burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the special effects of \"Ape Waist\" and \"Bounce\", Fang Cheng unleashes tremendous strength, accelerating once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure turns into a black phantom, racing with each step as if competing with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, time seems to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets whiz past his ears, leaving brilliant trails of light, akin to a grand yet deadly fireworks display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In chaos, the bridge increasingly tilts and collapses, broken wooden planks falling like snowflakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Donghe’s eyes widen as if they’ll explode from their sockets, staring at Fang Cheng sprinting toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tied tightly, his body slides inch by inch with the chair, head tilted back, tumbling backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart stops as if seized by an invisible hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large beads of sweat roll down his forehead like beads breaking their string, slowly moving in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mouth agape, but terror throttles his throat, preventing any voice from escaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole world spins wildly, as if falling into silent death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness surges like a tide, engulfing the isolated island and the people upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of life and death, senses, strength, and speed are pushed to the extreme by instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng exhales sharply, loud as thunder, shattering the stagnant air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the sounds of firing and shouting rush back, restoring the world to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets chase behind him; Fang Cheng leaps into the pitch-black, vast pit with conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body sketches a breathtaking arc in the air, arms extending swiftly like steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand reaches out, firmly grasping a leg of the chair on which Ma Donghe sits, as it falls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>",834,"2026-05-29T15:13:17.898Z","2026-06-01T04:29:34.702Z",1,"novelbin.me","f278b9de40c0b8cb23ee8802546f426c0c3173ca66908546259cbb6059ada154","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-291","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-289",1278,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-cover.jpg",{"terms":25,"userReplacements":26},[],{}]