Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1408 - 680: Palm Technique Ascends to Master Level (2)

[Flying Experience +10]

[Flying Lv0 (53/100)]

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Looking at the constantly jumping numbers on the light screen, Fang Cheng’s stern facial features completely softened, revealing an uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

In this battle with Jiang Chen, the millennium-old Corpse King, the proficiency of various skills saw a significant increase.

Especially the core cultivation techniques "Qigong" and "Visualization," the experience points gained in a single instance skyrocketed to 100 points.

After a moment of thought, Fang Cheng understood the key to it.

In previous battles, his means of defeating the enemy were mainly through pure physical combat or True Qi Emission.

But this time, having amassed strength over time, he truly touched the edge of the Heaven and Earth Laws.

For the first time in actual combat, he invoked the Inner World, combining his Pure Yang True Qi and Spiritual Will to construct an extraordinarily large Domain.

He forcibly suppressed and crushed Jiang Chen’s Domain "Corpse Mountain Blood Sea" with it.

This higher-dimensional confrontation involving space and rule layers provided profound insights and feedback far beyond that of simple physical brawls.

Fang Cheng slowly clenched his broad hands, feeling the magnificent power surging beneath his skin like rivers, and couldn’t help but feel emotional.

More than half a year ago at the Ren’an Hospital Rehabilitation Center, even if Jiang Chen merely possessed an ordinary zombie, it seemed like an insurmountable god or demon to him, full of oppression.

At that time, he struggled with all his might, barely surviving in front of the opponent.

But now, this once aloof and worshipped by innumerable evil beings King of Zombies has been hammered into scattered ashes in the most primitive and violent way by him.

This battle was not only a bountiful slaughter feast but also the most direct testament to his Martial Arts realm.

The young man who once could only passively defend against Extraordinary Power finally possessed the formidable capital to dominate his own fate and even surpass the Demon Magic Rules.

His physique and abilities now left those remnants of the past era far behind.

Fang Cheng’s heart surged with emotion as his gaze continued down the pale blue light screen.

At the instant when the last line of proficiency was fixed, the system panel suddenly burst into even more brilliant and dazzling light.

Then, several new high-light prompts popped up:

[Congratulations, after a thorough and exhilarating battle, your skills broke through the bottleneck and reached a new level, achieving Master Level.]

[Palm Technique Lv2 (0/500)]

[Gained Enhancement Reward, Skill Effect: "Condensing Qi into Gang"]

Did the Palm Technique upgrade?

Fang Cheng slightly raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Instinctively, he spread out his right hand, curving his five fingers inward towards the palm.

Just as he was about to mobilize True Qi to test what kind of sensation this "Condensing Qi into Gang" was,

"Boss!"

A hoarse voice tearing through the throat suddenly came from outside the ancestral hall, interrupting his thoughts.

Fang Cheng turned his head, following the sound.

Thump!

The sound of landing echoed, and Xu Hao agilely leaped over the three-meter-high courtyard wall, running towards him.

However, he now looked like a beggar freshly dug out from a dirt pit.

His shirt was torn into several ragged strips hanging miserably on his shoulders, and his pants were ripped open in two big gashes.

His head and face were covered in dust and bloodstains, even his yellow hair was knotted.

Earlier, when Fang Cheng and Jiang Chen were fighting fiercely in the Inner World, blood waves surged, and the Demon Army passed through.

Although Xu Hao was thrown out of the explosion center by Fang Cheng beforehand, he was surrounded by clawing monsters and endless dark mist.

With a physically strong body and a heightened survival instinct, he climbed up an ancient locust tree as thick as two or three people could hug outside the ancestral hall in the dark.

Then, he nestled in the tree branches, clinging tightly to the trunk, holding his breath until the Inner World completely collapsed.

Once the surroundings returned to normal and the desolate village came back into view, confirming safety, he promptly slid down the tree trunk.

As for those village guards and villagers originally used by Jiang Chen as blood bags, they weren’t as fortunate.

Most of them turned into ashes in the aftermath of the confrontation, without even a few complete corpses, their limbs scattered all over the ground.

Only Supervisor Wu and Qian Dongming, seeing that things were going south, hid under the remaining altar in the main hall of the ancestral hall and luckily survived.

However, they were now sitting on the ground like two puddles of mud, seemingly frightened out of their wits by the destruction they had just witnessed.

Seeing Fang Cheng, this Killing God, standing in the courtyard, they tightly covered their mouths, not daring to breathe heavily, fearing even the slightest sound would draw attention.

"Boss!"

Xu Hao, panting heavily, moved closer to Fang Cheng.

First, he looked around left and right, then anxiously asked:

"That millennia-old zombie... did you take care of it?"

Fang Cheng nodded:

"Yes, not even a speck left."

"Oh my gosh..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao gasped and immediately his face blossomed into a look of ecstasy.

Confirming that the terrifying old monster had vanished into thin air, he patted his chest vigorously and couldn’t help but boast:

"Boss, you didn’t see it earlier, but my brothers and I were tied to a pillar as sacrifices, facing that old zombie, yet I didn’t take a single step back!"

"At that time, when the old thing glared at me with its green eyes, I glared back fiercely! I thought, as long as it dared to bring its mouth close, I’d bite off half of its nose right away. Our main focus was to be fearless unto death, bravely sacrificing for the cause!"

After boasting about his "heroic deeds," he immediately put on a sycophantic smile, giving a straight thumbs up:

"Heh heh, but Boss, you’re the real deal! When you came crashing down from the sky, goodness, it was like an intercontinental missile striking ground! I was hiding up in the tree, boiling with excitement, almost couldn’t resist standing up to cheer you on."

"That old jerk was acting all high and mighty just now, but ended up being pinned to the ground by you, looking all over for his teeth. I knew it, Boss, you’re invincible and unbeatable, what does a thousand-year cultivation count as in front of you?"

"From now on, the entire East Capital, no, all of Xia Country, we of the Illuminati will walk sideways. Anyone who dares to mess with us is just like an old man eating arsenic, tired of living."

Fang Cheng listened to Xu Hao’s chattering with his martial world accent, without responding.

He suddenly raised his right hand, his index finger to his lips, signaling:

"Wait a minute."

Xu Hao immediately zipped his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the rest of his chatter.

He didn’t know what was happening, but as a loyal underling, since his boss said to hold off on the flattery, he naturally complied, even instinctively softening his breath.

Fang Cheng tilted his head up, his gaze bypassed the dilapidated eaves, looking at the bright full moon in the sky.

The night wind swept across his bare back, bringing a burst of chill.

The mountain returned to silence, the wind stirring, causing a rustling sound.

"Did you just... hear something?"

Fang Cheng slightly turned his head, his gaze still on the night sky.

"Huh?"

Xu Hao scratched his dirt-speckled hair, puzzled.

He perked up his ears, mouth agape as he listened for a while, then shook his head:

"No, apart from the sound of wind rustling leaves, didn’t even hear a single insect chirp. Boss, what did you hear?"

Fang Cheng’s brows gradually knitted, a glimmer of doubt flashing across his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he caught a trace of an exceedingly elusive noise.

As if it descended from the towering clouds above, or perhaps echoed directly within his mind.

"Jiang Chen... completely dead?"

In the silent courtyard, a third person’s voice suddenly echoed.

That voice sounded rather ethereal, with a faint echo reflecting off stone walls, as if it emerged from deep underground.

Fang Cheng and Xu Hao simultaneously turned their heads, looking towards the center of the courtyard at that dark, ominous well.

At the edge of the well, a pair of dirt-stained hands suddenly grasped the bluestone platform.

Immediately, a head slowly emerged.

Moonlight poured down, illuminating that bloodless face, exceptionally eerie and dreary.

Even more chilling, those eyes glowed with a faint green light in the darkness, staring intently at the two in the courtyard.

"Sadako?!"

Xu Hao’s scalp prickled, every hair standing on end, as he pointed to the well and screamed:

"Boss, there’s another ghost left, what should we do?"

"What are you talking about! What kind of eyesight do you have, have you ever seen such a handsome ghost like me?"

The head in the well cursed in a disgruntled manner, then placed both hands on the well’s edge, shoulders exerting force, and sprung upwards.

Amidst the light tapping sound of toes against stone tiles, the person climbed out of the well.

Landing steadily on the bluestone slab, as he lifted his head, the faint green glow in his pupils quickly dissipated, revealing a pair of clear black eyes.

It was Cheng Jiashu, who had been guarding outside the Inner World, responsible for setting up the array and cutting off the earth veins.