Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1269 - 616

Ira let out a pained groan.

The veins on her forehead bulged like earthworms, and twin streams of crimson blood spurted from her nostrils, trickling down her ashen chin to stain her protective suit.

However, her spiritual power eventually coalesced into an intangible net, forcefully ensnaring the Thorn Armor Pig's weak point.

Bang!

The charging Thorn Armor Pig appeared to collide with an unseen rubber barrier.

Its immense frame was tripped by an invisible force, mere meters from Kael.

The sheer momentum sent it tumbling twice across the ground, the bone spurs studding its back scraping against the terrain in a shower of sparks.

In that fleeting instant, as the Thorn Armor Pig rolled, its belly was exposed, revealing its vulnerable underside.

"Go to hell!"

Discarding his rifle with its spent magazine, Kael drew a dramatically ornate, large-caliber double-barreled shotgun from his hip.

He surged forward, driving the barrel directly beneath the Thorn Armor Pig's chin, an area devoid of its usual bone-spur defenses, and squeezed both triggers.

Boom!

A deafening roar of gunfire erupted.

The Thorn Armor Pig’s chin and a significant portion of its throat were annihilated, reduced to a mangled pulp by the barrage of ferocious shotgun slugs.

Foul black blood sprayed Kael like an erupting geyser.

The colossal mutant boar convulsed violently several times, its thick legs kicking futilely in the air.

Finally, it crashed heavily to the ground, its life force completely extinguished.

"Phew… job well done!"

Roken sprinted over, weapon in hand, and excitedly kicked the fallen boar’s carcass.

Kael, gasping for breath, wiped the grotesque blood from his mask and swiftly moved to aid the staggering Ira.

"Are you alright, Ira?"

Ira weakly shook her head and used her sleeve to dab at the blood flowing from her nose:

"I won't die."

Then, she resecured her gas mask and urged,

"Quickly, let’s carve out the meat. The strong scent of blood here will draw other beasts soon."

From a distance, Pike, who had been on lookout, also emerged from his concealment and hurried over with apparent excitement.

Laying eyes on the massive kill, the four of them emitted deliberately restrained cheers from behind their masks.

"So much meat! It’s enough to feed the tribe's children for an entire week!"

Pike enthusiastically produced a rusted Bone-cutting Knife and eagerly positioned himself beside the boar’s leg, ready to begin.

Kael, in turn, drew the iron knife from his waist and forcefully slit open the boar’s soft underbelly.

Roken efficiently replaced his rifle's magazine with a fresh one. Gripping his weapon, he approached the sinkhole's edge, his gaze cautiously sweeping the surrounding gloom.

Fang Cheng remained positioned at a higher vantage point, observing the intense hunt unfolding below.

With flawless coordination, astute tactics, and impeccably timed execution.

Although their current strength seemed insignificant to him, their survival instincts, forged in the crucible of life and death, commanded his respect.

Just as Fang Cheng began to withdraw his attention, contemplating whether to reveal himself and engage with these indigenous survivors.

Buzz—

A muffled vibration suddenly resonated through the supporting column beneath his feet.

Initially, the tremor was exceedingly subtle, akin to the low rumble preceding an approaching subway train.

But within mere breaths, the vibration escalated geometrically.

Loose stones on the ground began to skitter about uneasily, and an oppressive, fishy wind swept through the air.

Possessing a keen perception, Fang Cheng instantly recognized that something was gravely amiss.

This was no mere earthquake, nor was it the result of one or two mutant beasts.

The frequency was alarmingly dense, and the force behind it was terrifying.

It felt as though thousands of colossal beasts, each weighing tons, were relentlessly pounding the wasteland in unison!

Fang Cheng’s pupils contracted violently, and he whipped his head towards the far north of the city’s ruins.

The Hunter Squad below also felt the earth tremble, their actions halting abruptly.

Kael’s hand quivered, and the iron knife intended for butchering clanged onto the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide and disbelieving beneath his mask.

The man who had moments before exuded strength and robustness now trembled uncontrollably, his demeanor one of profound terror.

Awooo—

Tssss—

A cacophony of shrill, frenzied roars from beasts echoed from the horizon, sweeping across the entire Wasteland World like a devastating tsunami.

Within Fang Cheng’s line of sight, a colossal black sandstorm began to rise against the backdrop of the already dark red sky in the distant expanse.

Tens of thousands of mutant creatures surged forward, resembling an unleashed torrent of darkness.

Multitudes of legs, scales, wings—even some beasts as large as heavy trucks were among them.

These abominations trampled ruthlessly over the dilapidated structures in their path, stampeding southward with desperate speed.

They displayed no signs of inter-species conflict, nor did they maintain any discernible formations.

They were running for their very lives!

An overwhelming, indescribable sense of pressure, coupled with the sky-obscuring sandstorm, threatened to engulf the entire city.

"Beast… Beast tide…"

Roken's gun hit the ground with a clang, his legs buckled, and he almost collapsed into the bloody pool.

Ira gazed Vacantly ahead, whispering to herself:

"Have they lost their minds... What in the world has happened up north? How could a beast tide of this magnitude emerge?!"

"Run! Forget the prey, we need to get to the subway station!"

Kael, ignoring the blood staining his hands, spun around and bellowed with rage.

"But the meat! Uncle, our meat!"

Pike gripped the Bone-cutting Knife, his eyes ablaze with a ferocious light as he stared at the Thorn Armor Pig lying on the ground. His feet seemed rooted, refusing to budge. This meat was the very survival of their tribe.

"What good is meat if you're dead! Get to safety first!"

Kael wasted no time. He strode forward, scooped up the faltering Ira with his left hand, snatched Pike by the scruff of his collar with his right, and forcefully hauled them both away from their prize.