Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1389 - 671:

Xu Hao’s body was covered in goosebumps and he shivered involuntarily.

Years of street fighting had ingrained muscle memory faster than his brain could react.

Without even turning his head, he swallowed the scream that had risen in his throat.

Almost as the hand descended, he dropped his weight into a horse stance, stepping outward with his right foot.

Immediately, he reached up with his left hand, fingers suddenly extending to grab the wrist resting on his shoulder.

The touch was extremely cold.

It didn’t feel like grabbing human flesh, more like holding a bone pulled fresh from icy water.

Xu Hao didn’t have time to think. He pushed hard off the ground with his right foot, twisting his waist and hips.

His back slammed into the opponent’s chest. Using the momentum, he forcefully yanked the cold arm over his shoulder, folding his entire upper body forward.

"Bang!"

With a standard over-the-shoulder throw, a heavy body flipped over Xu Hao’s head and crashed into the mud outside the ancestral hall.

Xu Hao quickly turned, raising his fists, eyes locked on the shadow on the ground.

Under the dim moonlight, he could make out the face.

It was the village guard who had come half a month before him!

Now, the man’s neck, after the violent impact, was twisted at a bizarre angle.

A normal person would have suffered a broken neck, no chance of survival.

Yet the body on the ground showed no signs of struggle or cushioning.

He was like a puppet controlled by strings, his waist folding upward as his legs stood straight.

The twisted neck emitted a chilling "crack, crack" as it slowly returned to its original position.

He stared at Xu Hao with murky, green-tinged eyes, his mouth pulling into a mask-like, rigid smile.

Next, the opponent’s arms spread wide, ten fingers curling into claws, bringing a foul wind as they lunged for Xu Hao’s face.

Xu Hao’s eye twitched, a wave of panic rising in his chest.

Is this even human anymore?

Faced with the incoming claws, he opted not to withstand the attack head-on.

His gaze fixed on the opponent’s dropping shoulders as Xu Hao pushed off with his left foot, slipping half a step to the right.

This was a highly practical slip step dodging technique from boxing.

The sharp nails scraped past his nose, bringing a chill.

Having dodged the attack, Xu Hao hunched his shoulders and tightened his abdomen, shifting his body weight onto his right leg.

The counterattack began.

His waist and hips suddenly exerted force, driving his upper body into a violent twist to the left.

His right fist shot out from his waist, with a howling wind, smashing upward at a treacherous angle towards the base of the opponent’s right rib.

Liver Bursting Punch!

This was the deadly move Xu Hao had perfected through countless street fights.

The area around the liver is rich with nerve clusters; a heavy blow can trigger a severe response from the vagus nerve, instantly cutting off blood supply.

Even a two-hundred-pound man could drop unconscious, losing all combat power.

Xu Hao’s father was a Sanda coach, and he had been exposed to various fighting techniques since childhood.

While not academically inclined, he was more than adequate in handling close combat on the streets.

"Bang!"

The dull impact echoed down the empty alley.

Xu Hao’s right fist struck solidly into the opponent’s right rib.

The immense force even dented the black cotton jacket deeply.

He thought the opponent would fall over in pain like the street thugs he had fought before.

But Xu Hao miscalculated.

The sensation through his fist was like punching an old tire.

There was no feedback from muscle spasms, no painful groans, the opponent didn’t even flinch.

The man slowly lowered his head, glanced at the fist hitting his ribs, his smile remained stiff and unchanged.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, revealing blackened gums, and lunged for Xu Hao’s neck.

In the dim light, he could even see a reddish-brown centipede nestled in the opponent’s throat, writhing with the movement of the jaw.

"Shit!"

Xu Hao’s scalp prickled with fear.

Physical attacks were completely ineffective.

This shell seemed to be controlled by some unknown malevolent entity, impervious to pain.

In a panic, Xu Hao hurriedly retracted his right arm, crossing his hands in front of him.

At the same time, he kicked hard at the opponent’s knee joint, using the recoil to retreat three big steps, creating distance.

The village guard, zombie-like, only stumbled back two steps before spreading his arms and lunging at him again.

By now, Xu Hao’s back was against the opposite dirt wall.

As the foul-smelling mouth closed in, he steeled his resolve.

If regular punches and kicks are useless, let’s try the methods taught by the boss!

Xu Hao sank into a deep horse stance, his mind descended, mobilizing the power he had been nurturing within.

Ever since he followed the boss’s instructions to practice the "Great Sun Burning Body Technique" daily, not only had his Spirit become more full, but his blood and qi had also grown abundant.

Once applied to his punches and kicks, it could unleash devastating force.

At this moment, the scorching qi lodged deep in his Dantian exploded with the force of his will.

A torrent of scorching warmth rushed through his meridians into his right arm.

The coarse muscle lines swelled even more under the infusion of True Qi.

Even through his jacket, his entire right arm emitted a faint dark red glow.