Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1395 - 674
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Crack, crack—
Accompanied by the piercing friction sound, another hand covered in dark brown corpse spots grasped the edge of the well.
The massive stone slabs couldn’t withstand this tremendous force, cracking and pealing off, crashing into the depths of the well.
The well water surged violently, black smoke continuously rising.
A head wrapped in black smoke slowly emerged from the well opening.
Following that was a towering figure, nearly two meters tall, breaking through the water.
He was clad in full armor, the plates corroded with mottled green patina over time, yet still fitting tightly against his rock-hard muscle contours.
The iron-blooded ferocity honed repeatedly on the battlefield was like a sword satiated with blood, piercing deeply into everyone’s hearts.
As he stepped out of the black well, the moment his feet touched the ground, the temperature of the entire temple courtyard plummeted.
The floating water vapor in the air directly condensed into fine ice shards, gently falling.
The villagers kneeling on the ground shivered in unison.
They felt their blood vessels constricting, and the flow of blood slowed drastically.
Each breath felt like swallowing ice knives, cutting their lungs painfully.
The black smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the grayish-green face of the martial artist.
Sparse gray-white long hair stuck to the dry scalp, facial skin tightly adhered to the bone contours.
From the sunken eye sockets, ghostly light emitted like two lanterns, illuminating the fog around them in a ghastly green.
This terrifying monster, clad in martial armor, was Jiang Chen.
He raised his chin, his shriveled chest suddenly expanding outward.
Then he opened his mouth, unleashing a thunderous roar from deep within his throat.
"Roar—"
This sound was not human, but more like the roar of some beast, with a frequency of extreme penetration.
Visible sound waves radiated outwards from his body, sweeping across instantly.
The bluestone slabs on the ground lifted and flew, with fragments hitting the surrounding walls with a cracking sound.
The thick black fog barrier hovering above the temple was forcibly torn open by this sound wave, revealing the eerie blood moon behind it.
As the roar subsided, a muffled sound of dislocated bones came from Jiang Chen’s back.
The ash-gray skin began to roll sideways, and four pale bone spurs emerged.
These bone spurs, two meters long, resembled massive jointed limbs, hollow and covered in sharp barbs.
Like claws from hell, they clawed wildly, emitting a chilling glow under the dark red moonlight.
"Huh—"
He let out a faint breath, then lowered his head, his eerie green gaze sweeping over the front row of villagers.
Whiz!
The four bone spurs shot forward like tightened springs, instantly piercing through the chests of four sturdy men nearby.
The pierced men didn’t even have time to cry out in pain, as their bodies suddenly convulsed violently.
The vibrant blood of the living gushed through the hollow bone spurs like water through a burst pipe, pouring frenetically into Jiang Chen’s body.
In addition, as their vitality was drained, gray-white phantoms were forcibly extracted from their skull tops.
These were the souls of the village guards of Ancient Locust Village.
These phantoms twisted and struggled in mid-air, opening their mouths wide in silent wails.
Jiang Chen’s nostrils flared, inhaling deeply, causing the phantoms to turn into several streams of gray-white air, all consumed into his mouth and belly.
The nearby villagers witnessed their companions turning into skin-wrapped skeletons within seconds, yet not a single person rose to flee.
Under this absolute pressure emitted by the high-level predator, their nervous systems completely shut down.
Physiological reactions went out of control, and the fetid urine spread across the bluestone slabs.
The brains fought against all survival instructions, leaving only the instinct to pound their foreheads against the ground.
"Holy crap..."
Xu Hao, tied to a pillar, stared dumbfounded at the legendary King of Zombies, his stomach churning.
This old monster was truly ruthless, the first thing he did upon emerging was feast on a buffet, mercilessly attacking even his own people.
Luckily, he was not here to apply as a village guard, otherwise he would also have been drained into jerky sooner or later.
Continuously absorbing the blood of over a dozen villagers, Jiang Chen’s shriveled body slightly expanded, faint layers of blood light visible beneath the grayish skin.
He retracted the bone spurs, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Xu Hao.
Those eerie green eyes, like hooks, instantly locked onto him firmly.
Xu Hao suddenly felt the air around him tighten, as if his throat was being squeezed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, making it hard to breathe.
He fiercely bit down on the tip of his tongue, using the sharp pain to force himself to straighten his back and stare back, suppressing the chaos inside him.
Jiang Chen sniffed slightly, the green flames in his eye sockets flickered faintly:
"The aura on you feels somehow familiar."
His tone held confusion, scrutinizing carefully for a moment, then shook his head:
"Still not quite, there’s an annoying muttony smell."
His words carried disdain, as if picking over smelly pig bones, cattle, and sheep at a meat stall.
Hearing this, Xu Hao’s tense shoulders slumped half an inch, exhaling deeply.\p>
But internally, he was jumping in anxiety, silently shouting:
"Boss, if you don’t come now, my little muscle will truly become this old zombie’s appetizer..."
Supervisor Wu saw this, kneeled forward two steps, respectfully explained:
"Reporting to the king, this is a sacrifice specially brought by me. He is a martial artist practicing inner strength, his vitality surpasses ordinary people, and I thought to offer him for your enjoyment upon your emergence."
Jiang Chen stared at Xu Hao for a while.