Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1398 - 675:

Fang Cheng dusted off the back of his hand, his tone still cordial:

"Why don’t you come try and see if I’m flesh and blood?"

"Yeah!"

Tied to the stake, Xu Hao, fearing peace in the world, stretched his neck and loudly added fuel to the fire:

"Old monster, stop bragging! If you have the guts, stand still and take my boss’s two punches. See if he doesn’t break those bones of yours to make a broth."

"What’s the matter, afraid? Earlier your boasting was impressive, but turns out you’re nothing but a cowardly old tortoise!"

"Rude!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes flared with a bright green light as he angrily shouted.

Without turning his head, the bone spur on his right side suddenly extended, resembling a pale venomous snake tearing through the air, screeching sharply straight toward Xu Hao’s throat.

The speed of the bone spur was so fast it was indistinguishable to the naked eye, the strong wind brushing painfully against the skin.

Xu Hao had no time to react, not even blinking.

In his vision, only a streak of ominous pale light rapidly magnified, causing his blood to freeze in an instant.

Just as the sharp tip of the bone spur was about to pierce into Xu Hao’s body.

Bam!

Accompanied by a brief sonic boom, a faintly glowing golden hand reached from the side, with fingers grasping the thick bone spur like iron pincers.

Everyone fixed their eyes to see.

At some unknown moment, Fang Cheng’s figure solidified in front of Xu Hao, blocking all the vigorous winds.

"You..."

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Chen’s eyes.

The bone spur, clamped tightly, trembled violently, its surface suddenly blossoming with a layer of dark red blood light.

Right after, the thick bone segment rapidly contracted and slimmed.

Taking advantage of this change, the bone spur slipped from Fang Cheng’s palm like an eel, with a "whoosh" it retracted back into Jiang Chen’s spine.

Fang Cheng halted his step and raised his right hand, looking at it.

On the open palm, a faint grayish-black mark remained.

The mark exuded a rich dead energy, attempting to penetrate deep into the skin’s texture through the pores.

Fang Cheng snorted coldly, his fingers slightly clenched.

From within him, Pure Yang True Qi surged into his palm, a flash of golden flame flickering across the surface of his skin.

Swept by high temperature, the chilly death energy instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke, burned away thoroughly.

"To shrink the ground within a domain of mine, your Martial Arts skills have indeed improved quite a lot compared to six months ago."

Jiang Chen lifted his leg, stepping forward, the scales of his armor clashing with a clanging sound.

"But alas, human strength is finite. In this isolated Inner World, your True Qi diminishes with each use, whereas I tread on Yin Veins, enduring indefinitely."

Fang Cheng lowered his right hand, his gaze pinned firmly on Jiang Chen’s shriveled face:

"Since you’re so confident in this body that should have been buried two thousand years ago, today I shall smash both your bones and your Inner World to smithereens."

"Hahahahaha..."

Jiang Chen tilted his head back, bursting into a string of raucous laughter.

He opened his arms wide, the four bone spurs behind him fully unfurling like giant limbs, displaying the might and arrogance of the King of Zombies.

"Then let me see what this frog in the well uses to withstand the divine power that belongs to gods!"

As he spoke, the large black well behind him vibrated intensely.

Thick blood water gushed out over the edge, staining the ground within a few yards dark red.

The four ominous bone spurs on his back suddenly expanded, the tips tearing through the void, stirring densely packed black electric arcs.

A massive pressure almost tangible suddenly descended, doubling the gravity throughout the courtyard.

Fang Cheng, his expression serene, stepped half a pace forward, his feet staggered, assuming a fighting stance.

Rumble—

Inside him, his Qi and blood sped along like mighty rivers, producing the rumbling sound of thunder.

The vibrant vitality exuded through his flesh, transforming into golden radiance blooming on the surface of his body, like a blazing sun rising from the ground.

The fierce True Qi heat wave spread outward in a ring, incinerating all frigid mist within a few meters trying to approach, melting the thick frost on the ground upon touch.

The air in the courtyard fluctuated incessantly like tidal waves.

On one side was the eerie and spectral King of Zombies, walking on waves of blood.

On the other was the young Martial Artist surrounded by flowing golden flame, teeming with vigorous Qi and blood.

Two contrasting yet equally fierce supreme Qi fields collided violently in mid-air.

Invisible gusts of wind spread outward from the center of the two, shaking the rubble on the ruins and raising a cloud of ashes.

The dark red blood moon hung high, the heavy killing intent pressing everyone to hold their breath, their hearts nearly ceasing to beat.

Xu Hao, bound to the wooden stake, was undoubtedly the person experiencing it most vividly.

Because at this moment, he was right at the center of the clash between the two Qi fields.

Although Fang Cheng’s tall figure was like a copper wall and iron barrier, blocking the majority of the frontal pressure for him.

Yet the cold corpse Qi still spread along the ground, crawling up to his ankles.

Xu Hao shivered with chattering teeth, his face turning blue:

"Boss, I..."

Just as he was about to speak, a sudden change occurred at the well platform opposite.

Jiang Chen’s towering body, nearly two meters tall, suddenly shook and unexpectedly vanished without a trace, not even a fleeting shadow could be captured.

Fang Cheng’s eyes moved slightly, reaching back with his right hand to grab the thick wooden stake binding Xu Hao.

Then, with a burst of force from his palm, he suddenly pulled upwards.

The half-buried wooden stake along with Xu Hao was forcibly lifted from the ground with immense strength, soaring into the air with stones and soil.

"Find a place to hide."

Before Fang Cheng’s words were finished, the air in front of him suddenly rippled with faint red waves.

Jiang Chen’s massive figure stepped forth, the oppressive feeling like a mountain descending overhead.

Four ghastly white bone spurs, with a piercing sound, from four cunning angles above, below, left, and right, converged like hinges for a killing strike.

At this moment, Xu Hao, along with the stake, was just reacting while flying upside down in the air.

The rushing fierce wind made his face ache.

He was in mid-air, looking down at himself getting farther from the ground, then up at the terrifying bone spurs below almost completely engulfing Fang Cheng, his eyes nearly popping out as he shouted:

"Boss! Watch your back!"

Facing the encircling bone spurs, Fang Cheng did not retreat a single step.

He circulated his Dantian True Qi, the golden flame around him suddenly erupted, forming a solid-like golden halo, covering his entire body like a protective copper bell.

Clang!

The four sharp bone spurs crashed fiercely against the golden halo, erupting with dense sparks and sounds similar to metal collisions.

Yet they were stuck against that indestructible golden light, unable to advance a single step.

Jiang Chen’s green flames in his eye sockets flickered violently, his hands pushed forward, continuously pouring corpse Qi into the bone spurs, trying to break the halo’s defense.

"Kid, my king’s unparalleled instant step, its speed far surpasses yours, you actually reacted to it?"

He stared at Fang Cheng, speaking with astonishment.

The previous full burst with this move was originally meant to attack the unprepared, unexpectedly blocked so casually by the opponent.

Fang Cheng remained calm, staring directly at the monster across the golden halo:

"The instant step you’re talking about, you mean the space jumping ability, right?"

Jiang Chen’s whole body shook, the green flames in his eyes flickered:

"How do you know this secret?"

Fang Cheng’s lips slightly curled, casually replied:

"Cheng Jiashu explained your background thoroughly. All your abilities, including weaknesses and strengths, I’ve known them well."

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Chen’s face twisted with rage:

"That unworthy descendant dared to betray the founder!"

"After my king tears you apart, I’ll extract the traitor’s Divine Soul for lamp lighting, tonight is your both’s death day!"

"Is that so?"

Fang Cheng retorted.

In the next moment, his figure also disappeared along with the golden halo.

Jiang Chen’s seemingly inevitable strike missed completely, the four bone spurs overlapping in front due to immense inertia.

"Where is he?"

Jiang Chen’s heart rang with alarm, the instincts from years of battle made him subconsciously want to turn and defend.

But he was still too slow.

Fang Cheng’s figure had already silently appeared behind Jiang Chen.

He firmly planted his left foot on the ground, locked his waist, his right leg, like a battle axe burning with golden flames, swung out a crescent-shaped arc of light.