Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1355 - 655:

The red and green lights crisscrossed across the sky, unleashing bursts of piercing sounds that tore through the air.

It was like a life-and-death speed race game unfolding.

Cheng Jiashu, leaning against the door frame, watched in wide-eyed amazement.

He gaped in astonishment, muttering to himself:

"What is this? Whack-a-mole?"

"Are you stupid?!"

Jiang Chen shouted furiously:

"I said it’s useless, so it is! Doing this only wastes your efforts, give it up!"

Dozens of shadow clones roared in unison, their voices converging, like thunder, causing debris on the hall to tremble constantly.

Fang Cheng turned a deaf ear, his gaze more focused than ever.

He stepped forward, and with a powerful slam of his hands on the ground.

The ground instantly shattered, sending dozens of spears and corpses soaring into the air.

Fang Cheng moved like lightning, his hands catching those spears like a storm.

Infusing them with the strongest and purest True Fire, turning them into air missiles, launching them skyward like a barrage.

In just a few minutes.

The "missiles" chasing Jiang Chen quickly multiplied from dozens to hundreds.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Hundreds of flaming spears whistled and spiraled in the night sky, weaving a massive fiery net that covered the heavens.

The scorching heat wave swept down, vaporizing the blood-soaked ground into white mist.

Looking up, the originally oppressive and somber dreamscape sky was now completely torn apart by crisscrossing golden trajectories.

The spears sliced through the air at high speed, producing a piercing whistling sound that hurt the eardrums.

Gradually, Cheng Jiashu, who had been watching with upturned gaze, finally noticed something.

Jiang Chen’s Corpse Qi Domain clearly had boundary limitations.

Whenever those shadows fled to a certain range, it felt like they hit an invisible wall.

Then had no choice but to turn back in panic and head in the opposite direction.

This distance was roughly a kilometer radius centered around the Great Hall of Gufeng Temple.

And as the flaming spears chasing Jiang Chen multiplied, the fire net tightened.

The space the shadows had to maneuver was visibly compressed.

Fang Cheng was not doing useless work at all.

His intention was to use concentrated firepower to continually shrink the space, leaving his opponent with no escape, ultimately capturing all clones in one sweep!

The subsequent change in situation indeed went according to his plan.

In mid-air, several shadow clones collided due to the overcrowded escape routes.

Blocking each other’s movements, their speed slowed immediately.

The flaming spears tightly pursuing from behind instantly struck.

"Swoosh!"

The spear pierced through the shadow’s chest and exploded in succession.

Intense fireballs engulfed several clones nearby.

Like dominoes falling, a chain reaction was formed.

In the crowded space, more and more clones failed to evade, getting hit one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fire burst in the night sky, dazzling like fireworks.

Jiang Chen’s shouts from mid-air grew weaker, his arrogance fading, revealing an unmistakable panic.

Boom!

Another deafening explosion rang out.

At this moment, hundreds of flaming spears closed their formation, hovering in mid-air.

They were like a pack of trained Hunting Dogs, circling and cornering Jiang Chen’s remaining clones.

The sharp spear tips all pointed inward, their raging flames forming a wall of fire, trapping the prey tightly in the center.

Earlier, it was a thousand-ghoul army surrounding Fang Cheng.

In an instant, it became hundreds of flaming spears encircling Jiang Chen.

As they say, times change, the tables have completely turned.

The few shadow clones were forced to huddle together tightly.

The Corpse Qi surrounding them sizzled under the scorching heat, incessantly evaporating.

Jiang Chen was utterly flustered, hastily shouted:

"Mr. Fang, stop quickly! Withdraw these flaming spears, we can discuss anything!"

In his urgency, he even lowered his stance, intentionally using a more conciliatory address.

Below, Cheng Jiashu looked up in disbelief.

Gazing at the breathtaking scene in the night sky, he couldn’t help swallowing:

"Seeing is believing, this trick actually works..."

This was the first time in his life he saw the infamous ancestor fall into such a pitiful and embarrassing state.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, crushing a charred piece of wood that was sparking, and slowly walked down the steps.

The firelight illuminated his chiseled face, emanating a commanding aura of life and death.

He said nothing unnecessary, slowly raising his arms, palms facing each other, and abruptly made a motion to clap them together.

"Wait!"

Jiang Chen sensed the fierce killing intent, shouting hoarsely:

"We can still negotiate! As long as you show mercy today, the millennium secret treasure buried under the West Mountain Underground Palace, along with my accumulation of cultivation insights over two thousand years, can all be yours!"

"I am even willing to establish a Divine Soul Contract, so that you and I henceforth do not infringe upon each other and become allies!"

Fang Cheng’s eyes were cold, unmoved.

This old ghost had survived for over two thousand years, his nature cruel and malicious, surely holding a trump card ready to counterattack at any moment.

Moreover, the two were still within each other’s Divine Soul Domain.

Having finally cornered the opponent, how could he possibly give him any room to breathe?

Leaving the snake alive means inviting disaster. He must strike while it’s weak, and take its life!

Killing intent surged in Fang Cheng’s eyes, and his palms clapped together heavily.

Pa!

In the crisp sound of clapping, hundreds of suspended Flaming Spears instantly went berserk, shooting fiercely towards the clone of Jiang Chen at the center.

Rumble——

Amidst the deafening thunderous roar, a massive mushroom cloud rose from the ground, surging into the sky.

The extremely compressed True Sun Fire triggered an unprecedented explosion upon collision.

The dazzling light resembled a golden Great Sun, domineeringly descending upon the dark and desolate ruins.

The immense energy generated by the explosion first tore apart the night sky above, instantly evaporating the cold fog within hundreds of meters into nothingness.

Immediately after, a visibly ring-shaped shockwave slammed down like a tsunami, furiously plowing through the ground.

Wherever it passed, the remaining courtyard walls were crushed and flattened as if straw, the air was instantaneously extracted, producing a suffocating shriek.

Tons of rubble, broken wood, and charred remains were hurled outward with colossal force, scattering wildly.

The entire ruin of Gufeng Temple shook violently in the roar of flames, the ground unable to bear it, cracking open with countless crevices several meters deep.

"No——"

Jiang Chen’s despairing scream emerged from the center of the mushroom cloud.

But the sound barely lasted even half a second before it was abruptly cut off, totally drowned in the incessant roar of explosions.

Cheng Jiashu was staggered backward by the oncoming blast wave, desperately gripping the frame of the Great Hall’s door, bracing his legs to barely avoid being swept away by the gale.

He opened his eyes wide with difficulty, his mouth slightly agape, staring at the golden artificial sun slowly rising in mid-air, his mind blank.

The fierce wind brushed against his cheeks, bringing a scorching sting of pain.

This terrifying force unleashed by a single blow had far exceeded his understanding of the limits of mutant abilities.

At the storm’s center.

Fang Cheng stood quietly at the convergence of the turbulent airstreams.

Flying debris and embers whizzed past his side, whipping his clothes into a flutter.

He did not retreat, only raised his head to gaze at the Great Sun of destruction he had created with his own hands.

Crack!

At that moment, a crisp sound of glass shattering came from the dark and hot sky above.

A glaring crack suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Soon, the crack spread outward at an incredibly frightening speed.

Two, three, hundreds, thousands...

In the blink of an eye, cobweb-like fractures spread across the entire firmament.

With Jiang Chen, the core of consciousness, lost, this dream realm finally ushered in its end.

The entire world began collapsing inward from the edges, emitting a dull roar.

The surrounding scenes rapidly disintegrated.

The ruins of the ancient temple, like a faded painting, peeled off in large patches, revealing the chaotic and disordered darkness behind.

Violent space turbulence surged from the cracks, sweeping up the debris and corpses on the ground, dragging them into the endless void.

"Fang Cheng!"

Cheng Jiashu looked down, discovering his body was quickly becoming transparent.

He knew the dream had shattered, immediately bracing against the storm, he shouted loudly towards Fang Cheng in the distance:

"This place is about to collapse! Let’s talk when we return to reality!"

Before his words fell.

With a whoosh, his figure was caught by a powerful suction and swept into the space turbulence, disappearing in a flash into the darkness.

Fang Cheng stood amidst the crumbling courtyard, looking around.

The sky was falling, the ground was shattering, the abyss of destruction ruthlessly closing in on him from all directions.

He retracted his gaze, his chest heaving, slowly closing his eyes.

Feeling the ground beneath turning to dust, he followed the pull deep within his Divine Soul, severing the connection with this nightmare.

Just before the space was completely obliterated, he retreated to his own tranquil Inner World.