Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1185 - 575_2

Its strange defensive effect clearly comes entirely from that red parasitic entity.

This reminded Fang Cheng of that monster in the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, like a mountain of flesh.

The Masked Guest had explained that the monster and he were both used as experimental materials, infiltrating that ancient ruin, only to be infected by an unknown virus.

Originally just a regular mercenary, he underwent severe mutation because of it.

He not only lost his sanity, his size expanded madly, his strength and defensive power also skyrocketed, and he even developed a love for cannibalism.

Perhaps there is inherently some connection between the two.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng’s bright eyes flickered, and a thought emerged.

He opened the desk drawer and retrieved a completely black tactical dagger from inside.

This dagger was a trophy acquired from some unfortunate guy previously, its blade flickering with a cold, icy light, evidently razor-sharp.

Fang Cheng grabbed the dagger, hesitating not a bit, stabbing it towards his left index fingertip.

Yet, due to his high Constitution attribute, the dagger’s tip met with the skin as if stabbing high-toughness rubber.

The skin indented but couldn’t be pierced for a long while.

Until Fang Cheng frowned slightly, applying more force to his wrist, finally tearing a tiny gap in the resilient skin.

A drop of scarlet blood oozed out along with it.

He aimed the bleeding finger at the clown mask on the table, squeezing lightly.

Drip.

The Blood Bead precisely dripped onto the exaggerated red lips of the mask.

In the silent bedroom, Fang Cheng held his breath in Concentration, his gaze locked onto any subtle movement.

The next second, a mutation occurred again.

The drop of blood had just touched the mask surface when it reacted like a drop of water into a boiling oil pot.

The entire clown mask instantly lit up with a layer of eerie red light.

The originally solid red color seemed to come alive, frantically writhing and boiling.

The red liquid that had just been forced back into the mask now eagerly surged out and swallowed the blood drop entirely in one gulp.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

A subtle and sharp noise rang directly in Fang Cheng’s mind, filled with excitement and longing.

Only to see that red liquid on the mask crazily contorting, transforming into various ghastly shapes, sometimes into claws, sometimes into fangs.

It bared its teeth and claws at Fang Cheng, seemingly eager to pounce again and devour him completely.

Yet, it dared not take the risk.

Fang Cheng’s body, as blazing and hot as a furnace, was both a deadly poison and an ultimate delicacy to it.

This extreme contradiction engulfed it in a frenzy and timid eerie state.

It could only restlessly agitate on the mask, yet dare not cross the line.

"Is this all you got?"

Fang Cheng observed its aggressive yet timid demeanor, his lips curling into a cold grin:

"Since you’re of no use to me, might as well destroy you!"

Before the words were finished, he struck suddenly.

A Hand Blade swift as lightning struck the clown mask.

Crack!

The force was perfect, and the mask shattered, breaking into pieces.

"Squeal——"

That red parasite emitted an extreme terror-pitched squeal.

Then shot out from the broken mask, transformed into a streak of red light, aiming at the nearby Evil Ghost Mask.

It wanted to try the same trick, seeking a new host.

Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpened, ready to capture it, but the action abruptly halted in the next instant.

Only to see the white Evil Ghost Mask, quietly lying on the table, manifesting anomalies.

The position of the mask’s eyes, those slightly dim red gems, suddenly blooming with eerie red light.

The mouth, almost split to the ears, seemed to widen a bit more.

Like a devil awakening from slumber, it unleashed evilness and violent oppression.

The red parasite speeding towards it seemed to feel this fatal threat, emitting a more piercing scream.

It forcefully shifted direction in midair, abandoning the search for a host, only desperately wishing to flee this room filled with monsters.

However, it was too late.

The white Evil Ghost Mask unexpectedly floated up without warning, like a white lightning, surpassing everything and instantly catching up with the red streak of light.

At the same time, on the rear side of the mask, countless translucent tendrils shot out abruptly.

They were like slender and sturdy tentacles, swiftly intertwining in the air, transforming into a celestial net that ensnared the red parasite firmly.

"Squeak! Squeak squeak!"

The red parasite struggled desperately in the prison constructed by the tendrils, but to no avail.

Those transparent tendrils seemed to possess life, tightly coiling around it, beginning to absorb and devour it at a visibly rapid pace.

The entire process resembled the most primitive survival law of nature, the natural order of predation.

As the absorption continued, those transparent tendrils gradually turned a vibrant blood-red.

In just a few breaths, the red parasite was entirely absorbed, leaving not a single trace behind.

After devouring their prey, the tendrils quickly shed their blood-red color, returning to their crystalline translucence.

Then, like wisps of silk, they slowly retracted back into the mask as if they had never appeared.

Fang Cheng’s eyes subtly moved, astonished at this incredible scene.

The Evil Ghost Mask, having completed its "feeding," trembled slightly in midair.

As if sensing its master’s intention, it slowly flew towards him, eventually hovering before him.

Fang Cheng raised his brow slightly, pondered for a moment, then extended his palm to grasp it.

The touch in his hand was subtly different from earlier.

No longer merely cold and hard, a faint pulse-like tremor could be felt in his palm.

Additionally, a dominant aura lingered subtly around the mask.

He raised his eyes to inspect it closely, only to see that the mask’s originally ghastly white surface was now thoroughly dyed in a bizarre crimson red.

The mask’s facial features became more pronounced and three-dimensional, with sharp, cold, and fierce lines.

In the holes at the eye positions, two red glows still flickered dimly in the darkness.

As if at any moment, hellish flames would erupt, consuming everything in sight, inducing a chilling fear.

And the wide-open mouth, with an increasingly exaggerated upward curve at the corners, almost tearing the jaw open, revealed rows of sharp, dense fangs.

The entire mask seemed to have transformed from a lifeless object into a being full of life.

As if it was a demonic artifact from the Abyss, reigning over worldly things, exuding endless wildness and malevolence.

Fang Cheng stared at the scarlet mask in his hand.

The red glow in the mask’s eye holes pulsated slowly like a beating heart.

A cold yet infinitely tempting voice echoed deep in his mind.

"Put me on..."

"You will gain the power to destroy everything..."

"Your enemies will wail and tremble in your shadow, turning into dust..."

"You will become the embodiment of fear walking the earth, the sole Angel Envoy of the will to slaughter..."

Fang Cheng, upon hearing this, showed no change in expression.

With only a moment’s hesitation, he slowly raised his hand and placed the ominous mask onto his face.

Coldness seeped through, and the mask perfectly conformed to his facial contours.

However, just as he donned it...

Boom!

A violent will, like a volcano erupting after accumulating for millennia, surged into his mind.

Countless chaotic images suddenly flashed before Fang Cheng’s eyes.

A mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, wails, sinister laughter...

Scenes as if from the Nine Netherworld transformed into a mental torrent, fiercely assaulting his mind.

The most primitive and pure killing desire crazily burgeoned in the depths of his soul, attempting to consume his rationality completely, turning him into a monstrosity that only knows slaughter.

Yet...

The Spiritual World of Fang Cheng was not a place to be eroded easily by darkness. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Here, a massive island with a Golden Palace hovered.

And above this island’s sky, a dazzling sun suspended high, radiating infinite light and warmth.

This was his Martial Arts Will, forged through trials and tempered growth.