Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 162 - 143: The Shadowless Kick in the Explosion

In the dark and narrow alley, a shadow dashed forward at a frantic pace.

With each step covering more than two meters, as if being chased by a fierce beast.

From the surrounding residences, a few dog barks occasionally broke the silence.

The shadow glanced back from time to time.

Under the streetlight, a somewhat square-faced figure was illuminated, full of alertness.

It was Pan Wendi, who had just used his ability to escape.

The fog in the town at night was hazy, and the lights were dim.

The already complex network of alleyways became mazelike at this moment.

Pan Wendi had been running into the dark and deserted corners of the alleys.

Now, he felt like he was lost, a bit uncertain of his direction.

The fog around him grew thicker and thicker, nearly obscuring his vision completely.

Pan Wendi couldn’t help but gasp for breath and slow down.

He tried to discern the way carefully, looking for a path out of this area.

Suddenly, he stopped, staring intently ahead.

Through the mist, a ghostly black figure faintly emerged.

Followed by rustling footsteps behind him and on the rooftops.

Pan Wendi’s heart tightened, realizing he was surrounded.

"Quite a runner, just not very bright with the eyes."

"Looks strong, mind if I have some fun with him first?"

"Kid, surrender without a fight, and you might suffer less..."

A stream of whispering voices reached his ears, like soul-reaping spells.

Shadowy figures surrounded him, slowly closing in.

Perhaps it was the excessive tension.

Despite the danger, Pan Wendi’s gaze was dazed, his mind struggling to concentrate.

At that moment, a piercingly clear voice echoed in his mind.

"Wendi, run towards the nine o’clock direction from where you are now..."

His cousin!

Pan Wendi’s spirit lifted, and he suddenly noticed that the dense fog in front of him vanished, revealing the original appearance of the alley.

Around him stood a group of people in combat suits, masked, and a few with a fierce gleam in their eyes.

Clearly, he had fallen for some sort of mental Illusion Technique by the enemy. He had been blindly circling the spot and ended up being ambushed.

He quickly glanced over at the nine o’clock direction.

There stood a short man and behind him a long alleyway leading to the outside world.

Seeing this, Pan Wendi summoned his strength and dashed towards it.

"Fuck, treating me like an easy target?"

The short man grinned, spreading his arms as if welcoming the much taller Pan Wendi.

And just as they were about to collide.

His body hair bristled in the wind, turning into needles piercing through his clothes in an instant.

The man transformed into something akin to a hedgehog.

This made Pan Wendi’s headlong charge look like a suicidal attack in the eyes of others.

But Pan Wendi showed no sign of stopping, as he too activated his ability.

His figure became translucent and then vanished, as if he had passed directly through the thorny body of the short man.

The short man paused for a moment, then quickly turned around.

But with a whoosh, he was struck hard across the face by an iron rod, sending blood spurting from his nose.

As Pan Wendi reappeared from the darkness.

At his side was a woman, clenching an iron rod between her teeth, fierce and determined.

It was Lin Chuqiao, who had come to rescue him.

"What the hell?"

The short man glared at the strange woman who had blindsided him.

Just as he was about to burst out in anger, seeing the unusually bright pupils of his assailant, his own eyes instantly turned from fury to a vacant stare.

Lin Chuqiao was not wearing glasses at the moment. Her enchanting gaze was fully exposed, and she murmured:

"Obey my command, protect us as we retreat, fend off all pursuers with all your might!"

The short man wore a wooden expression, nodding dumbly.

Then he swiftly turned and looked behind him with a fierce and threatening gaze.

His former comrades now seemed like mortal enemies in his eyes.

Anyone daring to pass him by, entering the alley or flipping over from the rooftop, was immediately met with his frenzied blocking.

He even launched a barrage of needles from his body at those who were too slow to chase, sounding like machine-gun fire.

This frightened everyone into hastily dodging to avoid being riddled with holes.

He exuded the aura of a lone hero holding off a horde.

His comrades were shocked and furious, shouting:

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ajie, have you gone mad?"

"Tang Dayuan, use your spiritual power to control him!"

The scene was pure chaos.

Lin Chuqiao took the opportunity to lead Pan Wendi, sprinting towards the exit.

Just as they were about to run out onto the main street from the narrow alley.

Suddenly, a man in a black trench coat appeared ahead.

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Pan Wendi got a sudden premonition of danger and stopped in his tracks.

Before he could explain to Lin Chuqiao.

Li Chengjun raised his hand and lightly waved towards them.

With this gesture, a manhole cover on the street clanged, abruptly levitating.

Then with a swoosh, like a missile, it whizzed towards them through the air.

In such a constricted environment, faced with such an attack.

Even though Pan Wendi could dodge with his ability, Lin Chuqiao could not.

He clenched his teeth and braced himself in front of her.

Bam!

The thrown manhole cover was firmly grasped along the edge by Pan Wendi’s hands.

But the sheer force of the impact still caused excruciating pain in his palms and a numbing sensation in his shoulders, forcing him back several steps.

Barely caught after the attack, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, Pan Wendi urged breathlessly: