Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 161 - 142: The Battle of the Ability Users

The time has passed six o’clock, and night has already fallen.

The entire town seemed to be covered by a black curtain, presenting a unique atmosphere of mysterious tranquility.

Near the harbor, within a fisherman’s village.

Pan Wendi glanced down at the paper in his hand from time to time, then looked up to check the street numbers.

The houses here were of an older style, with walls and roads constructed from a mixture of cement and cobblestones.

Not only were the alleys complex and intertwined, but the lighting was also dim, barely any pedestrians could be seen.

Looking at the tightly closed doors of the houses around, Pan Wendi couldn’t help but frown and muttered to himself:

"My cousin said, that mysterious organization should be hidden around here, but I’ve been searching for so long and haven’t found anything..."

As night completely took over, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency.

The bus service had finished for the day, and there was nowhere to stay in the town; it seemed he might have to run back to the training camp base tonight.

With his mind full of thoughts, Pan Wendi continued to walk forward.

He planned to search a bit more; if really unsuccessful, he would go back and ask his cousin to try divining again.

While looking around, he caught sight of an even narrower and more dilapidated alley.

There were no streetlights inside; it was pitch-black and seemed to stretch on without end.

After a brief hesitation, Pan Wendi decided to go in and take a look.

He weaved through the narrow alley, peering around.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes lit up. freeweɓnøvel.com

He then lifted the paper in his hand, carefully comparing the sketched style of the houses with an old house in front of him.

A few seconds later, he murmured with slight excitement:

"Finally found it!"

Looking at the unlit house in the night, Pan Wendi immediately stepped forward.

He didn’t knock on the door or try to pick the lock, but instead walked straight towards the wall.

Just as his nose was about to touch the wall surface, his entire being emitted a faint glow as if he turned into a streak of lightning and vanished in an instant.

The next second, his figure reappeared inside the house.

Pan Wendi opened his eyes and steadied his concentration.

Then he looked around, surveying the scene of the room.

In the room with tightly drawn curtains, it was pitch dark, the light dim and blurred.

The furniture was all old, with a typical fisherman’s style, nothing special.

Only the wooden crates nailed together in the corner caught Pan Wendi’s attention.

His eyes flickered, and he tiptoed over, gently lifting the lid of one of the boxes.

He discovered that it was full of straw, and hidden among the straw were weapons such as submachine guns and assault rifles.

Pan Wendi couldn’t help but take a sharp breath:

"As my cousin said, this organization is indeed no kind entity!"

With this thought, he didn’t want to stir up more trouble.

He swiftly took out another piece of paper from his trouser pocket, carefully placed it on the table.

Just as he turned around, ready to leave this place.

A cold, icy voice suddenly rang out:

"Who are you?"

Pan Wendi’s shoulders shivered, and he immediately looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a pair of eyes in the dark, shining unnaturally and staring at him.

Upon a closer look, it was a man in a black trench coat.

With his hands in his pockets, he stood silently at the door leading to the front yard, as if merged into the night.

Pan Wendi immediately flashed a smile, explaining in a very cheerful tone:

"Sir, I am a postman, here to deliver a letter."

"Is that so, a postman who doesn’t use the front door could start a career as a thief."

The man in the black trench coat sneered, then lightly gestured with his hand.

The piece of paper on the table moved without any wind, as if pulled by some force, and whizzed straight into his hand.

Seeing this, Pan Wendi’s pupils slightly contracted.

The man in the black trench coat grabbed the paper, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

Then he raised his head, staring at him:

"Was that incident with the fishing boat also your doing?"

The man in the coat was none other than Li Chengjun, the head of the Noah Organization on Yong’an Island.

Pan Wendi froze upon hearing this, unsure of what he meant.

Li Chengjun, however, nodded slightly.

No answer was treated as an affirmation.

He then said indifferently, "Since you’re here, you might as well stay."

"Heh, I always come and go as I please."

Pan Wendi chuckled lightly, not wanting to waste words, and quickly walked towards the back door.

But as he took his first step, he was startled to find that his feet were suddenly unable to move.

Not only his legs, but his entire body was stiff, muscles tense.

It was as though he was surrounded by the pressure of a thousand catties of seawater, bearing an immense force, making it impossible for him to even tremble a finger.

At this moment, Li Chengjun’s pupils shone with an eerie blue light, as he stepped closer towards him.

"You?"

Pan Wendi’s face turned red, and he suddenly bit his own tongue.

With the acute, bone-piercing pain, his body shook violently.

Finally, he could move again!

Without a second thought, he forcefully swung a punch at the defenseless Li Chengjun who had approached.

But.

This right-hand punch, carrying a force of thousands of pounds, seemed to hit an air wall, caught in an invisible bind.

Pan Wendi, not believing in curses, swiftly threw out his left punch, still to no avail.

Li Chengjun’s eyes conveyed a scoffing air, leisurely, as if toying with his prey.

Then, he glared at him.

A tremendous force suddenly descended again, like a heavy mountain crushing down on Pan Wendi’s head.

It pressed so heavily that his bones creaked softly, bending his waist slowly, arms drooping.

Until it forced his knees to bend, making him kneel forcibly on the ground.

Li Chengjun smiled brightly, looking down at the captive kneeling before him:

"Now you can tell me about your background; otherwise, I wouldn’t mind crushing all the bones in your body to dust, turning you into a pile of meat sauce."

His tone was excessively gentle, yet the words spoken were devilishly cruel.

Pan Wendi, faced with the threat to his life, appeared exceptionally defiant, his laughter even more hearty than his opponent’s:

"Pretty boy, don’t you have arms and legs? Can’t do anything but stare, huh? If you’re capable, kick me to death."

Li Chengjun’s eyebrows raised, and then generously fulfilled his request, delivering a front kick.

This kick was solid, powerful, directly sending the tall and burly Pan Wendi flying backward, slamming into the wall.

This was enough to prove that Li Chengjun, besides possessing great Special Ability, also had a monstrously strong physical condition.

However.

Just as Pan Wendi’s body was about to hit the wall, his figure suddenly flickered, and he vanished in an instant.

Li Chengjun frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of astonishment.

At that moment, several subordinates quickly ran into the backyard.

It seemed they heard the commotion of the fight, so they came over to support.

"Special envoy, what happened?"

"There’s a burglar who broke in."

Li Chengjun spoke calmly.

The subordinates, upon hearing this, expressed surprise:

"Is it someone from the True Thought Society? We just changed locations and our whereabouts were found already?"

"We can’t let him escape, I’ll go after him!"

"Wait."

Li Chengjun raised his hand to signal everyone to be patient.

He then closed his eyes, as if Concentrating to sense something.

A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, pointing in a direction.

"The rat fled into that alley over there, be careful, there might be reinforcements."