Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1561 - 750:

Woosh—

The sound wave transforms into a tangible shockwave, instantaneously sweeping like a storm, raging towards all directions.

The raiders charging at the front are struck head-on by an invisible battering ram, their chest bones collapsing, spewing forth a mouthful of fresh blood.

Their bodies fly backward like broken sacks and slam heavily against the shattered concrete framework.

With several booms, the wall collapses with a thunderous crash, spraying dust into the sky, completely burying them.

The remaining savage fiends are stunned by the sudden impact.

Some are toppled by the air wave, exclaiming and rolling on the ground; others stand dazed, holding their weapons clueless.

However.

This force field continues to intensify relentlessly.

Crack, crack.

The gas mask on Ira’s face suddenly appears with several cracks.

Then it shatters with a bang, glass shards cascading down.

A mane of golden hair suddenly frees from its constraints, floating wildly in the turbulent air current.

With the mask gone, her pale yet alluring face is revealed.

Her eyes, no longer amber, have pupils deep within jumping with two fiery golden flames.

A sacred and domineering pressure radiates from her center, expanding outward layer by layer, even the sand grains floating around her seem to faintly ignite with golden sparks.

Everyone stared in awe at the transformed Ira.

This woman, initially seeming frail, now resembles a Valkyrie descended onto the wasteland, exuding an imposing and invincible aura.

"Damn it, Norton, are you deliberately setting me up?!"

Gal’s footsteps involuntarily shuffled back a few paces, positioning the chain-saw sword across his chest, asking in shock and doubt.

The immense oppressive aura before him doesn’t resemble that of a First Rank Telekinesis User; even those Third Rank monsters aren’t this overwhelming!

"How is it possible... how is it possible..."

Norton’s lips trembled as he muttered to himself, his expression resembling one who has seen a ghost.

He wasn’t exactly close with Ira, but at least they’d known each other for several years in Iron City.

Even if she were hiding part of her strength, the discrepancy wouldn’t be this vast.

It’s worth noting that experts with Third Rank strength are fully qualified to serve as Forbidden Guard officers of the Iron City Co-governance Council.

How could anyone willingly resign themselves to dwelling in the Outer City’s slums, desperate and tangled daily in a third-rate Hunter Squad?

"Damn it, nobody retreat! She’s alone, her Telekinesis can’t last long! Attack her together, cut her down!"

Gal, being a ruthless character who lives off skirmishes, grit his teeth and roared loudly.

His men, urged by his defiance, forced themselves to gain courage, raised rusty machetes and iron bars, shouting as they swarmed forward again.

Ira remained stationary, only slightly shifted her gaze.

Wherever her eyes looked, the force field descended accordingly.

She glanced at the mohawk thug charging fastest from the left side.

Bam!

The man seemed to crash head-on into an invisible steel wall, his galloping footsteps abruptly halted.

Under everyone’s terrified gaze, he didn’t even emit a scream before his entire upper body folded backward at an exaggerated angle.

Snap—

His spine erupted with a series of sharp cracks, then slumped onto the ground like a puddle of mud.

Then, Ira’s gaze shifted to another muscular man holding an iron bar on the right.

"Ah—"

The man didn’t manage to swing his bar before his knees made a teeth-clenching cracking noise.

His whole body uncontrollably flopped forward, firmly embedded into the ground’s sand by an invisible heavy pressure, devoid of any struggle.

With ease, only utilizing her gaze, she disabled two men.

This overwhelming way of combat thoroughly stunned everyone present.

The crowd trying to attack erupted with the sounds of gasps.

Several thugs charging ahead turned pale, Adam’s apples bobbing as they frantically swallowed, their machetes stealthily retreating.

"What the... damn, what kind of monster is this..."

Even Gal, accustomed to fighting for life on the wasteland, felt panic, unable to steady his trembling fingers clutching the chain-saw sword.

Ira suddenly turned her head, her gaze passing through the crowd, locking straight on him.

Gal felt a creepy chill rushing from his tailbone to his brain.

"Fuck!"

He screamed wildly, raising the hefty chain-saw sword to protect his chest, attempting to cleave through the advancing Telekinesis.

Buzz—

Air vibrated violently, the ferocious shockwave instantly collided with the sword’s body.

The chain-saw sword’s metal gears couldn’t withstand the heavy pressure, shattering and breaking, iron shards splattering everywhere.

Gal, like a kicked sandbag, was lifted and hurled against a concrete wall over ten meters away.

Amidst the booming noise, the wall surface caved and cracked largely, dust rising everywhere.

Gal slid to the ground, vomiting blood profusely.

The leather armor on his chest was completely shattered, his ribs broken, lying like a convulsing dead dog.

Even the boss was one-shotted.

The other raiders’ previous arrogance vanished, their mental defenses utterly collapsed.

Several thugs farther away dropped their weapons, crawling and stumbling as they desperately fled deep into the ruins.

As someone took the lead, others followed suit, swiftly turning to run.

Terrified that if they ran slower, they’d share the same fate as the puddles of meat on the ground.

"Damn it, don’t run!"

Kael and Roken also reacted, taking the chance to counterattack.

But due to lack of manpower, they could only use gun butts to knock down some unlucky ones overturned and clumsy by the air wave.

Seeing the dire situation, Norton planned to slip away in a panic.

Ira’s gaze shifted, coldly locking on his back.

Crack!

The powerful Telekinesis field descended as if substantial, like a millstone crushing down from mid-air.