Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1257 - 610

"Ah——"

A chilling sensation shot from his tailbone to the crown of his head as Grey Eagle let out a guttural scream.

As if struck, his right hand released the dagger's handle and retreated rapidly, falling into the murky water.

He recognized that the former subordinate before him had transformed into a bloodthirsty specter, clawed its way straight from the depths of Hell.

Old Dog paid no heed to Grey Eagle, who had fallen to the ground.

Gripping the three-edged military dagger lodged in its back with an inverse hold, it yanked it out with sheer force.

With a careless toss, the weapon landed in the nearby mud, scattering dark droplets of blood.

Immediately thereafter, it surged forward on all fours, akin to a ferocious beast, and lunged at the closest targets, Black Bull and Flying Knife.

"Fight them to the death!"

With no escape route, Black Bull and Flying Knife could only clench their teeth and raise their weapons to meet the onslaught.

Yet, the mutated Old Dog had already far surpassed human capabilities in both strength and speed.

Disregarding the blade piercing its chest, allowing it to sink deeper into flesh, its hardened body crashed directly into Black Bull's defensive posture.

A sharp 'crack' echoed as Black Bull’s right arm, the one wielding the knife, snapped abruptly, white bone fragments erupting through the camouflage fabric.

Old Dog wrenched open its fang-filled, blood-red maw and bit down on Black Bull's throat.

Following this, it swept a paw, sending Flying Knife and his weapon hurtling backward to slam violently against a tree trunk, their fate unknown.

The potent aroma of blood swiftly permeated the clearing, painting a truly grim tableau.

Near the treeline, approximately ten meters from the chaotic fray.

Ma Donghe’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the monstrosity savagely dismember his comrades, his throat constricting.

"Ah Cheng, this creature is terrifying; should we intervene?"

Hou Peng maintained a low stance, his dagger held firmly, his gaze fixed on Old Dog's movements, ever cautious of a potential shift in its attack.

"No need to rush, let's observe for now."

Fang Cheng remained still, hands tucked within the pockets of his training uniform, standing as steadfast as a mountain.

His voice carried a composure as if he were merely watching a display of wild beasts.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were momentarily stunned by his response.

A few seconds later, Ma Donghe struck his thigh in realization, a sudden clarity dawning:

"You're right, this monster is eliminating those scoundrels; why should we concern ourselves?"

With this understanding, the burly man's demeanor shifted from tension to relaxed amusement; he even took several steps forward, pumping a fist in the air as he loudly encouraged the creature:

"Go get 'em! Yeah, bite his leg! Rip into those scoundrels!"

Beside a distant tree stump.

The crew-cut man and two fellow police cadets, leaning on each other for support, seized the chaos as an opportunity to tend to their injuries.

They cast glances at the brutal, one-sided slaughter unfolding in the clearing's center, then looked toward Fang Cheng and his companions cheering from the sidelines, their minds utterly bewildered.

They had anticipated a fight to the death that night, never imagining such a dramatic turn of events, followed by another unexpected twist.

"Help! Save me!"

Grey Eagle scrambled backward, heedless of the mud, his voice hoarse as he cried for aid.

Old Dog abandoned its gruesome work, swiveled its contorted head, its vacant, pale eyes locking onto Grey Eagle.

It then lowered its stance, hind leg muscles bunching, before launching itself into the air with a powerful leap, its dark claws aimed directly at Grey Eagle's exposed throat.

Grey Eagle, petrified, tumbled and crawled in a desperate flight.

In that instant, he exhibited astonishing speed.

Like a frightened rabbit, he stumbled erratically towards Fang Cheng, shouting with every ounce of his being:

"Save me! I'm the only one who knows the way into the ruins! Without me to guide you, you'll never find the treasures within..."

Fang Cheng remained stationary, his eyes unperturbed, as if the alluring proposition had not reached his ears.

With talons slicing through the air, carrying an icy chill.

Grey Eagle squeezed his eyes shut in utter despair.

And precisely when the claws were a mere half-inch from his form.

A dull 'thump' suddenly resonated from the ground.

The earth beneath Fang Cheng's feet erupted, forming a deep crater.

He himself shot out like a cannonball, splitting the air, covering a distance of over ten meters in an instant.

Rather than drawing a weapon, he used his broad shoulder to deliver a devastating impact to Old Dog's ribcage while airborne.

Boom!

The two figures collided mid-air with a resounding, heavy thud, akin to two freight trucks colliding at full velocity.

Old Dog's massive, transformed body came to an abrupt halt in the sky.

Then, like a fly ball soaring out of the stadium, it was propelled horizontally for twenty meters, crashing through several thick branches before disappearing into the dense fog in the distance.

With a landing, Fang Cheng seized the back collar of Grey Eagle’s training uniform. He then unceremoniously flung the youth backward like a mere chick, sending him tumbling at Ma Donghe’s feet.

Grey Eagle somersaulted twice in the murky water, his breath coming in ragged gasps, still reeling from the shock.

Trembling as if caught in a downpour, he stammered:

"Th-thank you, big brother, for saving me..."

"If you wish to survive, then get far away from here."

Without a backward glance, Fang Cheng coldly declared.

"Roar——"

A savage roar erupted from the depths of the thick fog.

Old Dog emerged once more from the shattered undergrowth, its vacant eyes reflecting a frenzied bloodlust. Though its human reason had been obliterated, its beastly instincts starkly recognized the immense power emanating from the man confronting it.

As it roared, sinews of a purplish-black hue bulged across its entire frame, rending the tattered remnants of its clothing.

Crash——

Its powerful legs gouged two deep trenches in the earth. Like a runaway bulldozer, it charged once more toward Fang Cheng.

A flicker flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes. Instead of retreating, he surged forward, his legs powering him as he met the beast head-on.