Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1562 - 750-2

Norton let out a heartrending scream, his knees completely out of control, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The immense impact forcefully created two pits on the gravelly surface.

The heavy pressure crushed his leg bones, the excruciating pain contorting his features.

His whole body was forcibly restrained in place, lying motionless in the dust, completely unable to resist.

Norton’s face flushed red, the veins on his neck bulging, he opened his mouth to beg for mercy:

"Ira... let... me..."

Before the words were out, the force field applied on him tightened once again.

He only felt as if his throat was seized by a large hand, managing to squeeze out half a sentence, with the rest of the words stuck in his windpipe, only able to make a hissing, leaking sound.

The ruins fell back into a long silence, the only sounds were the intermittent wails echoing in the wind.

The imposing raiders scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, leaving only a few unfortunate ones with broken legs lying amongst the rubble wailing.

Kael, Roken, and Pike, who had just become visible, all stood frozen, staring at Ira in a daze.

A hot wind blew through, sweeping away the smoke and dust lingering on the battlefield.

The oppressive and chilling pressure seemed to slowly withdraw as well.

Ira’s hair fell back onto her shoulders.

The two clusters of golden flames in her eyes gradually faded, the light dimmed, returning to her original amber-colored eyes.

Kael swallowed a gulp of saliva, his palms sweating slightly on the grip of his gun, cautiously probing:

"Ira...are you okay? Do you still recognize me?"

The confusion in Ira’s eyes flashed by, quickly clearing up.

She turned her head, looking at the captain who appeared anxious:

"You’re Kael, captain of the Iron City Qiming Hunter Squad."

Kael exhaled a long breath upon hearing this.

For a moment there, he even suspected if Ira had been possessed by a terrifying Black Monster, but now it seemed like he had overthought it.

He then asked:

"Did your telekinesis level break through? Why suddenly so strong today..."

Ira’s pale cheeks blushed slightly, she softly said:

"I seem to have sensed a great god, no, it should be the Savior... It was him who granted me power."

"God? Savior?"

This time it was Kael and Roken exchanging bewildered looks, completely puzzled.

"It was like this, last time during my prayers..."

Ira just started to explain when Pike pointed at the painfully wailing Norton on the ground, angrily interrupting:

"Sister Ira, how should we handle this scoundrel?"

As the spiritual force field released by Ira withdrew, Norton finally regained the right to breathe.

Beside him lay several thugs critically injured by telekinesis, groaning incessantly.

Roken stepped forward, stomping on Norton’s chest, coldly speaking:

"If we don’t kill this bastard, once we go back he’ll definitely cause us trouble again, endless trouble."

Norton shivered all over in fear, a stench of urine spreading from his crotch.

"Don’t kill me! Captain Kael, Ira..."

"I beg you! It was a moment of madness, I’m from the Internal Affairs Department, if you kill me, you’ll have trouble going back to Iron City..."

"As long as you spare me, I’ll give you all my rations and credits!"

He rasped desperately for mercy, yet with multiple fractures all over his body, he couldn’t move an inch.

Kael held the blood-stained short knife, looking at Ira, waiting for her instructions.

With her strength continuously increasing, this seemingly frail woman before him had undoubtedly become the core combat power of the entire Hunter Squad.

Even he, the captain, had gradually gotten used to consulting her opinion.

Ira looked down at Norton, her gaze devoid of any sympathy.

She nodded slowly, her tone calm:

"Dispose of him along with those cannibalistic monsters."

"No! Ira—"

Norton screamed desperately.

"Shut up! Be a good person in your next life."

Roken drew out a military dagger, stepping forward in strides.

Several brief screams rang out one after another, then abruptly ceased.

In the wasteland, survival meant mercy was reserved only for those close to you, your family and companions.

Against wolves, there was only eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

"By the way, where’s that Ghoul leader?"

Pike suddenly remembered something, pointing to the collapsed wall in the distance as a reminder.

Kael and Roken immediately lifted their guns, quickly heading to the base of the wall Gal had knocked down to search.

Among the rubble, besides a pool of blood, there was no sign of any figure.

"Ran away. This guy appears to be aggressive, but he’s actually quite crafty. He took advantage of the chaos we were in earlier and has already escaped with injuries."

Kael spat angrily, his face somewhat grim.

"What do we do?"

Roken turned to inquire, but his gaze wasn’t directed at Kael, the team leader, instead it fell on Ira.

Kael didn’t mind at all and similarly cast his gaze towards Ira, waiting for her decision.

Ira’s eyes flickered, scanning the surroundings.

The sky was already noticeably dark.

The silhouette of the ruined buildings at a distance became vague amidst the wind and sand.

The temperature also dropped rapidly, as if turning from scorching heat to winter in an instant.

"We don’t need to worry about those raiders for now, let’s quickly tidy up and leave here as soon as possible."

Ira didn’t take long to think, she spoke decisively:

"By nightfall, the scent of blood will soon attract more mutant beasts."

Pike responded, pointing to the large corpse of the mutant beast not far away:

"What about the meat of that Blade-tailed Leopard? It’s such a waste not to take it along."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking ravenous.

That’s genuine high-level beast meat, even if I can’t bear to eat it, it can be traded for plenty of fresh water and food.

Roken frowned, reprimanding:

"We’re lucky to escape alive, and you’re still thinking about meat! If we start cutting meat here, and if a beast tide comes, nobody will be able to run!"

Kael waved his hand, interrupting Roken:

"We must deal with the meat, it can’t be wasted. We can tie up the prey with ropes, take it along, and find a safe underground shelter, then slowly cut the meat."

Ira nodded in agreement.

The group ignored their bodily injuries, efficiently handling the scene.

Then Kael and Roken used steel bars as a carrying pole, hoisting the mutant beast, swiftly withdrawing from this chaotic street.

The setting sun fell, slowly sinking below the horizon.

The heavy night completely engulfed the wrecked street.

The corpses on the ground and the still wet bloodstains were quickly buried by the howling yellow sand.

Cold winds swept through the concrete skeletons, eliciting a low whine.

As if this dead city watched coldly the daily slaughter on the wasteland.

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In the Inner World, within the grand golden hall.

Thousands of light dots shimmered unpredictably on the dome, resembling brilliant stars.

Fang Cheng leaned on the ample Golden Throne.

His gaze traversed the vast and deep cosmic void, locking on a star glimmering faintly with golden light.

That was Ira’s consciousness coordinate in the Wasteland World.

The lingering resonance of the recent cross-dimensional descent still whirled in his mind.

Fang Cheng carefully recalled the process of establishing the connection channel with the "Sun Heart Net."

The spiritual energy released from the Inner World followed the coordinates across dimensions, like high-pressure water flows through pipes, directly infusing into the depths of Ira’s consciousness.

The entire process was even more stable and smooth than he anticipated.

The effects were, of course, very significant.

This extremely yang and firm energy allowed Ira to multiply her telekinesis level several times in a short period.

After this spiritual baptism, her consciousness even acquired a hint of the destructive characteristic of True Sun Fire.

Relying solely on intimidation, she easily crushed those raiders who live by risking their lives.

However, Fang Cheng also probed the limits of this cross-dimensional infusion.

Though the bodies of humans in the wasteland are much stronger than earthly humans, they are still very fragile against high-level energy.

He only released a tiny strand of power, yet Ira’s sea of consciousness showed intense ripples, revealing a struggle close to the limit.

If he were to increase the output, even slightly, her consciousness would be overwhelmed by this massive pressure.

At best, she would experience excruciating headaches, bleed from seven apertures; at worst, lose herself and become an idiot.

"Currently, the infusion method’s energy conversion efficiency remains low."

Fang Cheng thought to himself.

The majority of the descended energy is merely consumed one-time, quickly dissipating into the world following the outbreak of battle.

Only a very small portion is retained, slowly nourishing her sea of consciousness.

This phenomenon is akin to the relationship between True Qi and Dantian Qi Sea.

To bear more spiritual energy infusion, she must further cultivate meditation and enhance her capacity as a "container."

Otherwise, it’s just a short-term boosting of growth.

Fang Cheng sat upright on the throne, eyes sparkling, thoughts wandering.

In fact, this cross-dimensional energy infusion attempt wasn’t merely a whimsical idea.

Since ancient times, Esoteric Buddhism has had methods to impart power across space, known as the "Empowerment Method."