Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1050 - 521:
Those are tens of thousands of crimson, pulsating muscle fibers.
They seemed to possess an independent life, waving tiny tentacles, frantically intertwining and gnawing at the charred wound edges.
From afar, they resembled a rapidly proliferating swarm of red worms, vying for control over the mangled body.
During this proliferation process, the muscle fibers were also constantly secreting a semi-transparent, highly active mucus, attempting to forcibly pull the torn tissues together.
"Sizzle——"
Aside from the writhing granulation tissues, wisps of hot white smoke even rose from the wound.
These white smokes, accompanied by a pungent smell of blood, steamed up from the bloody hole in the thigh.
From a microscopic viewpoint, the cells at the wound were clearly in a state of hyper-frequency mitosis.
The intense metabolic reaction released astonishing heat, effectively completing high-temperature sterilization and biological adhesion of the wound’s surface within moments.
The severed arteries were connected instantly, and the tendons fused back in the blink of an eye.
Before this domineering and brute life force, any terrifying wound seemed insignificant.
The circle of dead flesh charred by high temperature was directly forced off by the newly grown granulation tissue.
Plop, plop.
A few drops of mucus wrapped around charred flesh fell onto the concrete at the foot, even emitting a green smoke, corroding small pits.
Crunch, crunch——
From the depths of that hideous penetrating wound, came the crisp sound of bone friction.
The shattered bone shards, under the pressure of muscle, forcibly closed and realigned, as if glued together by force.
The entire process was as fast as pressing the fast-forward button thousands of times.
From the ultra-high-speed metal jet penetrating the thigh, to the moment Fang Cheng stood up from the rubble again.
Only a few seconds had passed.
The terrifying bloody hole, previously see-through, not only completely stopped bleeding but had already begun to form a dark red scab.
At this rate, within just two or three more minutes, even new tender skin could grow back, completely eliminating any fractures or tendon damage.
"......"
Ghost Scythe’s smile completely froze, his throat seemed blocked by a dead rat, unable to make a sound.
Is this guy even human?!
Such an attack, capable of melting through tank armor in an instant, and he managed to control the injury in a single breath?
He stared intently at Fang Cheng’s thigh, which was emitting white smoke, his pupils trembling violently.
In this world, although Transcendents are diverse and peculiar, "super-speed regeneration" is absolutely a pinnacle rare ability.
Compared to the Spiritual power users, which, though rare, have traces to follow, or the numerous Strength and Agility Enhancement types.
This ability that defies natural laws and instantly restructures the body, is simply a supreme miracle reaching the pinnacle of evolution.
Suddenly, a thought even more shocking to Ghost Scythe surfaced in his mind.
Could it be... the Tree of Life Plan has finally succeeded?
As a core member of the Ideal Land, he naturally heard of the Noah Organization conducting a top-secret experimental plan.
The core of this plan was to modify human gene telomeres through a reverse transcription virus, attempting to break the Hayflick Limit, creating "New Humans" with endless cell division capability, achieving the mythical immortality.
However, the failure rate of this experiment was a hundred percent.
All experimental bodies displayed astonishing limb regeneration ability at the initial stage, but soon experienced various symptoms of loss of control post-surgery, eventually turning into a pile of rotten flesh.
Because the cost of this aberrant self-healing ability was to burn Spiritual Energy, overdraw the life essence.
Half a year ago, an incomplete experimental body with the code name "Iron Head Monk" at the East Capital Branch laboratory, showed signs of body decay after a mental breakdown.
Just as preparations were made to cage and transport it to headquarters, they happened to encounter a mysterious attack...
The entire hall of the Red Tiger Gang under Noah, hundreds of people along with several organization cadres, were slaughtered, blood flowing like a river on the spot.
According to subsequent investigations, the executor of that attack was White Owl.
There was even evidence suggesting involvement from the Special Search Team.
"Could it be... after that port massacre, you underwent experimental modification by the Special Search Team?"
Ghost Scythe squinted his eyes, muttering to himself:
"Impossible!"
He immediately shook his head, self-denying:
"Even the most successful experimental body currently consumes a huge amount of spirit during regeneration, and relies on large doses of nutrients to sustain life. How can you act like nothing happened?"
Hearing this, Fang Cheng slowly raised his head.
"Modified human?"
As if hearing a joke, he leisurely shook his neck, a crisp crackling sound emitted from the bones.
"This is all natural, the body of a Martial Artist forged through daily persistent training and diligence."
"Martial Artist? You’re fooling the ghosts!"
Ghost Scythe could no longer hold back and roared out.
Damn Martial Artist! What kind of martial art allows normal cells to proliferate wildly like cancer cells?
With his skeptical nature, how could he believe such nonsense!
Fang Cheng no longer paid attention to his impotent rage, merely dusting off his clothes casually.
The eyes beneath the mask were incredibly bright, revealing an almost burning excitement, like two flickering flames burning.
That was a signal of the hunt instinct being completely ignited.
"Is this all your ability? Still not enough excitement."
Fang Cheng slightly tilted his head, his tone carrying a hint of combativeness: