Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1265 - 614

Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his right fist.

Golden flames flared around his knuckles, instantly incinerating a few drops of contaminated blood.

His entire fist was purified, a necessary measure against unseen viruses and unknown dangers.

He then lowered his gaze to his feet.

Where he had struck with immense force, the scorched earth now bore a shallow crater, barely half a meter across.

"Still too weak."

Fang Cheng flexed his wrist, acutely aware of the physical limitations of this world, and murmured:

"Back in my original world... a shockwave from this punch would have leveled half a street."

He offered a wry smile to himself.

His attention shifted to the collapsed section of the wall where the massive beast’s carcass lay, and he moved towards it.

Through the breach in the wall, the remains of the mutated creature were a mangled heap, resembling soft mud amidst debris.

Fang Cheng crouched, his eyes examining the carcass, which looked like a scraped hunting dog covered in an chitinous shell.

Creatures in this realm, subjected to extreme radiation, had undergone such radical genetic mutations that their original species were beyond identification.

He decided to call it the "Hunting Dog Monster."

As Fang Cheng studied the remains, he recalled a conversation with the Professor during an Illuminati team-building exercise.

The Professor had apparently joined a mercenary group in the Southern Ocean during his youth and had even journeyed into another dimension.

In that otherworld, it was said that slaying monsters yielded red crystals, seemingly valuable treasures.

Recalling this, Fang Cheng did not hesitate. He joined his fingers, forming a blade, and sliced open the creature's ruined chest cavity.

He rummaged through the viscous organs and shattered bones for a moment, but his search yielded only a handful of putrid blood.

"Perhaps I expected too much. Killing monsters doesn't always mean easy rewards..."

Fang Cheng shook his head with a self-deprecating chuckle, preparing to withdraw his hand and stand.

Suddenly, a faint gleam caught his eye from within the depths of the beast's partially crushed skull.

Fang Cheng froze.

He then extended his index and middle fingers into the fracture of the skull, pushing aside the grayish-white brain matter.

At the location of the beast's pineal gland, his fingers closed around a hard object, which he pulled out with force.

It was a small, spherical Treasure Bead, still slick with blood.

It was incredibly tiny, no larger than a grain of rice.

Had Fang Cheng not possessed such keen eyesight, it would have been easily missed within the mass of gore.

Yet, even caked in blood, the minuscule Treasure Bead emitted a faint crimson luminescence from within.

Holding it between his fingers, Fang Cheng brought it closer for examination.

Through its surface, he could clearly perceive the bead's core radiating an incredibly pure Life Energy.

It felt like a miniature, highly compressed heart, emitting rapid, warm pulses against his fingertips.

This familiar energy signature instantly brought to mind the Ancient Relics he had discovered on Yong’an Island.

The aura emanating from both was remarkably similar.

This suggested that it, too, would greatly benefit cultivators, aiding in the replenishment of True Qi after consumption.

"Talk about hitting the jackpot!"

A satisfied grin spread across Fang Cheng's face as he murmured to himself.

He rubbed the residual tissue from the Treasure Bead's surface with his thumb.

Then, unzipping a side pocket on his military waist pouch, he carefully placed the loot inside, keeping it close.

The pungent smell of blood was carried by the howling wind through the ruins.

Fang Cheng produced a tissue to wipe his fingers, his ears twitching slightly.

Scrape, scrape.

The distinct sound of claws dragging across concrete debris reached him.

He looked up, surveying his surroundings.

From the shadowed recesses of the destroyed buildings, pairs of green and crimson eyes began to appear, seemingly emerging from nowhere.

A dozen or so mutated monsters, varying in form, utilized the ruins as cover to encircle him.

Some possessed multiple limbs, others resembled gigantic hairless reptiles, and among them were the familiar Hunting Dog Monsters.

These creatures had initially been drawn by the scent of blood, their predatory instincts making them restless and eager.

However, the sheer brutality of Fang Cheng's punch, which had obliterated the Hunting Dog Monster, had evidently instilled fear in them.

At this moment, they maintained a cautious distance of about ten meters.

They seemed hesitant to approach, perhaps intimidated by that savage, inhuman aura, yet unwilling to relinquish the prospect of such seemingly "tender and juicy" prey.

Fang Cheng met the gaze of the eyes lurking in the shadows, not with fear, but with an intensified excitement.

In his estimation, these were not merely predators, but mobile ATMs for Treasure Beads.

Whoosh!

Fang Cheng had no intention of allowing these monsters the opportunity to probe his defenses.With legs firmly planted, he crushed the ground under his feet, confronting the doubled gravity as his entire form surged forward like a charging war machine towards the shadowy ruins to his left. Before the nearest multi-limbed creature could even let out a shriek, Fang Cheng’s formidable fist sliced through the air, detonated by a sharp sonic boom, violently obliterating its shell-encased skull. Subsequently, he expertly twisted his waist, launching his powerful thigh in an axe-like sweeping arc. *Bam!* Another reptilian beast, caught off guard by its inability to dodge the pounce, was contorted into a 'V' formation mid-air by his spinning kick. Its spine fractured progressively, silencing its cries as it slammed against a concrete column. The third mutated beast, a hyena-like creature, perceived the imminent threat and lunged, baring its fanged, repulsive maw in an attempt to seize Fang Cheng’s neck. Without even turning his head, Fang Cheng countered with an impeccably aimed Elbow Strike directed at the beast’s lower jaw.