Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1353 - 654:

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions were endless, and the ghouls that surrounded him were blasted into a bloody mess by the fierce punches, flying out in pieces.

Fang Cheng forcibly charged down the stairs from the Great Hall’s threshold, directly plunging into the depths of the densely packed ghoul army.

It seemed not as though thousands of monsters surrounded him.

But as if he alone had surrounded these thousands of monsters.

Fang Cheng’s fierce aura suppressed this group of bloodthirsty creatures.

Every punch he threw made the air explode with a bang, every stomp shattered the green stone slabs into dust.

The True Sun Fire raged between his fists and feet, igniting anything it touched.

Hundreds and thousands of ghouls, like moths to a flame, fell at Fang Cheng’s feet.

He was like an unfatigued flesh and blood grinder, wantonly rampaging amidst the ruins.

Wherever he went, the dismembered limbs of monsters flew everywhere, the scorching heat waves dispersing the surrounding black mist completely.

No matter how many ghouls there were or how fierce their attack, they couldn’t stop his advancing steps.

It was simply an undisputed, one-sided bloodbath.

In just a few minutes.

The once tsunami-like roiling and boiling ghoul army was cut through by sheer force.

The open area in front of the Great Hall was chaotically piled with dismembered limbs and broken arms.

The stench of scorching smoke and charred flesh permeated the air.

Black foul blood pooled into streams, flowing continuously down the steps.

The few hundred remaining ghouls cowered at the edge of the ruins, emitting whimpering sounds of fear from their throats.

They, having lost their minds, instinctively sensed the terror of the man before them, retreating continuously.

"Bang."

Fang Cheng casually crushed the throat of the last ghoul daring to approach and threw it to the ground like a ragged bag.

He stood silently amidst the corpse mountain blood sea.

The golden flame on his body slowly receded, revealing a face with an indifferent expression.

He casually flicked away the fragments of flesh and blood from his knuckles, his chest heaving slightly.

Whoosh—

A gust of eerie wind swept through the Great Hall ruins, dispersing the ash floating in mid-air.

The charred wooden fragments crackled lightly, and the dark red embers flickered uncertainly in the wind.

The entire space was silent and deathly still.

Jiang Chen, who had been boasting just now, now seemed like a rooster whose neck had been squeezed, no longer making a sound.

By the doorframe of the Great Hall, Cheng Jiashu leaned against a remaining wooden pillar, completely stunned.

He stared at the figure standing in the blood pool, like a Killing God descending to the world, swallowing hard.

"This guy... seems to have grown even stronger."

Cheng Jiashu murmured to himself in his heart, his eyes filled with shock.

To know the terrifying aspect of Jiang Chen is in his control of the undead horde with a millennium’s accumulation of Corpse Qi.

Especially in the meticulously constructed Domain, the Evil Power is nearly irresistible.

Ordinary mutants, even if only besieged by dozens of creatures, would be exhausted to the point of becoming mindless monsters themselves.

But now, Fang Cheng, with his own power, directly broke through the Ten Thousand Ghosts Corpse Array, crushing and restraining this group of undead monsters with his domineering golden flames.

The entire process was as clean and decisive as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Recalling the first time he saw him, the other still had some youthful and reserved qualities.

Now, however, his sharpness was fully displayed, with every move carrying a domineering aura capable of suppressing demons and monsters.

This man’s rate of growth was simply too fast, as if he would never stop getting stronger.

Each meeting always managed to bring him unexpected surprises, refreshing his understanding.

Despite Cheng Jiashu’s immense pride and self-proclaimed exceptional talent, dismissing even the noble family’s descendants.

Faced with a monster like Fang Cheng, he could only abandon thoughts of comparison, feeling far inferior.

"What exactly is your origin?"

In the darkness, Jiang Chen’s voice rose again.

As if the eerie wind blew from all directions, floating aimlessly, impossible to trace.

He paused and then continued with a tone of doubt:

"I have lived for over two thousand years, seen alchemists seeking immortality, witnessed Martial Arts Masters with extraordinary talent, and even seen those claiming to be Divine Descendants from noble family’s direct lineage."

"But a freak like you, who has reached the Transformation Realm in both body and spirit, I’ve never seen before. Where exactly did you learn your skills, which family are you a descendant of?"

Fang Cheng didn’t answer the question directly, he just casually said:

"Before asking others about their background, you’d better introduce yourself first—it’s the basic etiquette. You’ve lived for more than two thousand years, haven’t you learned how to conduct yourself in the world?"

"Arrogant!"

Jiang Chen was enraged by this dismissive attitude, and the surrounding black mist suddenly surged more violently:

"You’re merely relying on a divine skill that restrains Corpse Qi, and you truly think you’re invincible?"

"Back when I dominated the battlefield, I’ve seen countless young men like you who don’t know the heights of heaven and earth, not even qualified to lead my horse!"

"Old ghost, that’s enough."

Cheng Jiashu stood straight with a broken plank, shouting into the darkness:

"Every time entering the dream, it’s the same old stuff from your past, my ears have grown calluses hearing it."

"Since you’re so formidable, why are you hiding now, afraid to come out? Come out and fight again if you dare, let your Xianzhen Camp soldiers get up and continue the fight?"

Previously, Cheng Jiashu was almost possessed by Jiang Chen, clearly feeling suffocated. Grabbing this opportunity, he mocked and ridiculed.

"Ungrateful offspring!"

Upon hearing that, Jiang Chen immediately yelled in fury:

"The Cheng Family is full of loyalty, yet it produced someone like you who helps outsiders disgrace our ancestors. You don’t deserve the surname Cheng!"

"Ancestors? What kind of ancestor are you?"

Cheng Jiashu immediately retorted loudly, his eyes filled with unapologetic hatred:

"Have you ever seen an ancestor invade their descendant’s mind, treating their own family as blood food and puppets, dragging the whole family into downfall and extinction."

"In my eyes, you’re merely a tumor parasitizing on the Cheng Family’s bloodline, the culprit who brought ruin to everyone!"

"Hahaha—"

Jiang Chen, in his rage, burst into laughter, the laughter filled with indescribable malice.

The sound waves caused the surrounding black mist to surge violently, loose bricks and debris rolling and falling.

The entire dream realm’s night sky seemed to resonate in a buzz.

"I can’t be bothered to argue with you youngsters who think they’re clever. You truly believe you’ve won?"

As the laughter died down, his voice suddenly turned grim:

"This Ten Thousand Ghosts Corpse Array is just an appetizer."

"I have cultivated in the West Mountain Underground Palace for two thousand years, the entire dream realm has long been fused with my consciousness, forming an indestructible domain. As long as my Divine Soul isn’t extinguished, don’t ever think you can escape."

He then let out a strange laugh resembling a Night Owl again:

"I will keep you trapped in this endless darkness, wearing down your Divine Souls day and night. When your spirit collapses and your will shatters, that’s when I’ll turn you into blood food."

"Then we’ll see who can outlast who. It’s been two thousand years, I have all the patience."

Cheng Jiashu was about to respond again, but suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Unnoticed, the surrounding air suddenly became heavy and stagnant.

It was as if countless invisible hands were pulling at his consciousness, trying to drag him into deeper darkness.

"Be careful, Fang Cheng, his Corpse Qi domain isn’t that easy to deal with."

Cheng Jiashu lowered his voice to warn, a hint of unease in his tone.

Fang Cheng, however, seemed as if he hadn’t heard this quarrel between grandparent and grandchild.

His gaze fell on the pool of blood beneath him, then he bent down and picked up a spear beside a corpse.

The shaft of the spear was crooked, its surface covered in rust and congealed black blood.

He weighed the spear horizontally in his hand, then grabbed both ends, and exerted force.

"Squeak—"

The piercing sound of metal bending echoed through the ruins, the bent spear shaft forcibly straightened under the force.

"What do you intend to do?"

Seeing this action, Jiang Chen’s voice suddenly became wary.

Fang Cheng didn’t reply, just turned the straightened spear in his hand, gripping it in the middle of the shaft.

The movement was unhurried, as if doing something insignificant.

"You’re wrong."

Fang Cheng calmly spoke: "To escape this predicament, we don’t need to outlast you."

He paused slightly, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

"We just need to kill the manipulator creating the predicament."