Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 219: Chapter 182: Meteor Hammer, Annihilate Completely

The room was pitch dark, dead silent as if suffocating.

He Jin held his niece and hid in the closet, not daring to breathe too loudly.

For fear that with one breath, his heart, which had risen to his throat, would fall out.

At this moment, besides his own thumping heartbeat.

All he could hear was a calf-like, heaving breath, coupled with the whooshing sound of the wind outside the window.

He Jin, repressing his terror, peeked through the crack in the closet, stealing glances outward.

He saw in the darkness, a tall and strong man’s silhouette faintly appearing.

He wore a white mask on his face, his eyes like red rubies, twinkling with a dim light.

The monster stood opposite him, staring intently at the man, constantly emitting heavy pants.

It seemed to shift its hunting target onto the man, as if sensing some dangerous aura.

Both parties confronted each other, their bodies taut, unmoving.

As if stepping on a single thread, the slightest movement would ignite the powder keg, triggering an explosion.

Even He Jin, peering from the shadows, had nerves stretched tight, palms slick with sweat.

In this almost frozen atmosphere.

Suddenly, the taut thread was finally triggered.

Whoosh!

In an instant, red light erupted, a fierce wind blew.

Then, a "bang" sounded.

Two figures, trailing afterimages, collided fiercely.

As their flesh and blood bodies collided, there was a dull echo like that of clashing metal and stone.

Crash—

Following the sound of dragging, the monster, significantly less strong, was pushed back again and again.

Boom!

Subsequently, the entire room vibrated violently.

A large number of glass shards shattered, as if something heavy broke through the window, falling from an upper floor.

Then, a muffled thud quickly arose from the street below.

The noise was so loud that even the electric bicycles and cars parked downstairs triggered their alarms, wailing mournfully.

He Jin’s pupils dilated, his face slack with shock.

Everything happened so fast, he had no idea what had just occurred.

When he snapped back to reality, he trembled, hastily crawling out of the closet.

In the darkness, He Jin looked around nervously.

The small bedroom appeared to have been ravaged by a hurricane.

Chaos reigned everywhere, the floorboards ripped up in large sheets, forming two deep furrows.

He then looked up towards the window.

Bricks crumbled, cement exposed, the entire frame gone, leaving a gaping dark hole.

The cold wind howled in, as if recounting the prelude to the horrific events.

He Jin inhaled sharply and cautiously approached the window, peering down.

The electric bicycles and cars’ alarms continued their relentless blare. _{𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂}

The moonlight cast a jittery glow on the street, where two figures lay intertwined.

One of them pounded down with unceasing fists.

Like a pile driver, each punch caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Bang!

Fang Cheng’s fist smashed onto the hard-as-iron skull.

Then, expressionless, he raised his arm again, ready to utterly crush the head of the man beneath him.

Just then, a "swoosh" sounded.

The person being pummeled on the ground suddenly opened his mouth wide, a red line shot out, with a screeching tear through the air, stabbing towards Fang Cheng’s face.

From such a close distance, facing such a sudden, cold attack.

For an ordinary person, it would be a deadly killing move.

But Fang Cheng’s reflexes were far beyond those of an ordinary person.

His head tilted back instantly, using his palm to block the attack.

Following which, the "Bounce" and "Ape Waist" skills activated, propelling him backward a distance, dissolving the impact.

He performed a rotation in mid-air, landing smoothly on the ground.

On looking up, he saw the attack came from a tongue several meters long.

The spike-laden tongue, having failed its sneak attack, whipped back like a long lash, swiftly retracting into the mouth.

At this time, the person previously beaten down shakily stood up.

Under the cold moonlight, his appearance was fully disclosed.

He was of average height, but his skin was a putrid black-blue, severely necrotic in large areas.

Especially his face where flesh seemed gnawed by wild beasts, exposing bloodstained, ghastly white bones.

The bald head, the corners of the mouth slightly open, revealed sharp, serrated fangs.

Vaguely, one could make out features resembling He Yao.

It was unknown what had happened, to turn this kind, honest neighbor into such a ghostly form.

What’s critical was.

His entire chest caved in with a fist imprint, his skull so smashed that his eyeballs protruded and nose bone fractured.

Even with such severe injuries, he could still stand up again.

It seemed as long as the skeleton held together, it could continue to move.

This was hardly the image of a living creature.

Fang Cheng even thought of a legendary creature—zombies.

Compared with the previous ’Experimental Bodies’ encountered.

It had no such strong regenerative abilities, and the skin’s rotting was more serious.

Yet its bones were extremely hard, the strikes ringing like metallic clangs.

If Fang Cheng hadn’t possessed the "Iron Fist" effect, it would have been very difficult to inflict significant damage.

Even so, a 40-point strength punch and the augmentation from Kirin Arm only broke the chest bone without immediately killing the monster.

However.

"I’m no longer the rookie I used to be..."

Fang Cheng lowered his gaze, glancing at the several cut marks on his palm from the barbs.