Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1184 - 575

The room was engulfed in dark silence.

The red glow of distant neon lights projected through the window, casting flickering shadows across Fang Cheng’s face.

He sat calmly in a chair, body as steady as a rock.

With his eyes lowered, he calmly observed the strange entity writhing on his skin.

His gaze bore no fear, nor disgust, only an almost ruthless scrutiny.

It was as if this thing wasn’t a terrifying monster, but rather a controllable, playful novelty.

It seemed to have no physical form, more like a gelatinous life form, existing between energy and matter.

At the moment, it adhered tightly to Fang Cheng’s skin, wriggling rapidly, attempting to penetrate through the pores on his arm.

However, Fang Cheng’s flesh, having been tempered through countless trials, had skin tougher than the densest rubber.

The pores covering his body, under his willpower, were like numerous tightly closed one-way valves.

The tremendous internal pressure formed by True Qi let nothing external invade in the slightest.

The red liquid was like hitting an impenetrable wall, with no way to penetrate despite collisions and squeezes.

After several fruitless attempts, the parasite within seemed to grow more agitated.

Its crawling speed suddenly accelerated, moving along Fang Cheng’s arm and neck, heading straight for his facial features.

Eventually, it halted in front of Fang Cheng’s nostrils.

Here was the most direct path to the brain and also one of the most vulnerable spots.

If it could enter smoothly, it could occupy this incredibly powerful body.

Fang Cheng quietly watched this red liquid morphing and consolidating at the tip of his nose.

He could even distinctly feel that it emitted a notion filled with extreme excitement and greed.

Ultimately, it seemed to make a decision, transforming its front end into a sharp probe, fiercely stabbing toward the nostril.

And just as the red liquid infiltrated, about to touch the nasal mucosa.

Fang Cheng’s eyes suddenly focused, his chest gently rising and falling,

The robust True Qi instantly surged from the Dantian, charging upward.

"Hoo—"

A pristine white and concentrated breath burst suddenly from his nostrils.

In an instant, like a thunderclap, it reverberated through the bedroom.

The Pure Yang Qi, induced by Grandmaster Level Qigong, was like two invisible heavy hammers, striking squarely on the red parasitic entity.

"Screeech—"

An intense soul-piercing shriek immediately sounded in Fang Cheng’s mind.

The red liquid, like a bug seared by a hot iron, violently bounced off his face.

Next, a series of visible violent trembles occurred mid-air, then it feebly collapsed onto the desk.

It convulsed and writhed constantly on the desk, as if severely wounded.

The vigorous blood and Qi within Fang Cheng was like a blazing furnace.

To sinister things like this, it was the most lethal threat.

Just being nearby made it feel like it was under the scorching sun, every breath akin to being scorched by flames.

This entity evidently possessed intelligence, able to clearly feel fear and pain.

Under Fang Cheng’s fiery gaze, it dared not linger, instantly transforming into a red beam, desperately darting back into the clown mask.

As the red glow on the mask’s surface retracted completely, the flowing blood red also solidified, eventually appearing as if covered by a layer of red paint.

In the blink of an eye, the bedroom was calm again.

The eerie scene just now seemed like a hallucination before sleep.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, reaching out again to pick up the now-normal clown mask.

Cold and hard to the touch, showing no signs of life.

If not for seeing it with his own eyes earlier, it would just be an ordinary plastic craft.

Fang Cheng frowned, recalling the conversation with the Masked Guest atop the Silver Wing Building’s Roof Terrace.

According to the Masked Guest, this mask was a bizarre item he obtained from an ancient civilization relic controlled by the military.

While fleeing, he discovered an ancient corpse and ripped this mask off its face.

Fang Cheng clearly remembered the scene when he used the Kirin Arm’s Charging Attack.

Originally, one punch shattered the opponent’s Telekinesis Storm, but was partially deflected by a sudden red light.

This allowed the Masked Guest to miraculously survive without being smothered on the spot.

Thinking back now, that red light must have been the entity parasitizing the mask.

It seemed capable of switching between organic and inorganic forms.

During peacetime, it slumbered, melding perfectly with the mask, showing no abnormalities.

Once triggered by danger, it unleashed special energy, granting the mask astounding defensive capabilities.

And from the brief contact just now, Fang Cheng could deduce one thing.

This entity had an incomparably strong desire to devour human flesh and soul.

Like a prehistoric beast starved for millions of years, instinctively wanting to hunt every moving entity before it.

Fang Cheng wasn’t sure how the Masked Guest managed to control this thing back then.

Was it forcibly controlled by spiritual power? Or did he establish some form of symbiotic agreement?

While pondering, he flipped the mask over, tapping lightly with his fingers, producing a dull thud.

The mask looked unremarkable, feeling akin to modern civilization’s chemical polymers, that is, plastic.