Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1192 - 579

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Almost simultaneously, the seemingly relaxed dozen soldiers around instantly entered combat mode.

The clatter of metal from the bolt action echoed together, the dark gun barrels quickly pivoting to lock onto Fang Cheng and the two cars in front and behind.

The female officer who was originally about to let them pass suddenly trembled, her face turning pale.

She almost instinctively sprang back two steps, her right hand nervously reaching for the quick-draw holster at her waist.

The goodwill in her eyes was replaced by panic, and because of her exaggerated movements, she almost bumped into the barrier beside her.

The male soldier protecting her was even more tense, his finger tight on the trigger, the gun barrel erratically sweeping over the surrounding vehicles as he ordered sternly:

"Nobody move, put your hands on your head, and stay seated in the car!"

The alarm from the walkie-talkie continued to blare.

The checkpoint barrier dropped heavily with a "clack," completely sealing off the road again.

The atmosphere on-site instantly tightened to a critical point, ready to explode.

Just then, a dull roar came from the sky, akin to thunder approaching from afar.

Fang Cheng looked up.

He saw three black dots emerging from beneath the distant clouds, gradually enlarging.

They were three armed helicopters painted iron gray.

The 30mm cannons mounted under the fuselage glinted coldly in the sunlight, the rocket pods on either side densely packed like a beehive.

They flew in a triangular tactical formation, clearly the military’s mobile support force.

Other drivers blocked on the road shrank into their seats, not daring even to breathe deeply, fearing stray bullets would harm them.

Fang Cheng maintained his hands-on-steering-wheel posture, displaying an appropriate amount of bewilderment and nervousness on his face.

Acting like an ordinary citizen overwhelmed by the grand scene.

But beneath his seemingly panicked expression, his mind was quietly racing.

The pupil test had clearly passed.

The device didn’t alarm, and the female officer confirmed he was "normal human."

Given this, why was that "Hunting Dog’s" reaction even more intense than before?

Be aware, although this body is formidable, it’s all due to hard training and ongoing growth.

He isn’t a Blood Clan member, not any mutant creature, nor has he taken drugs or undergone physical enhancements.

Even the official concept of "mutant" is hard to fully apply to a cultivator like him.

Honestly, Fang Cheng and the murderer White Owl in the official archives are not of the same kind.

What reason does the creature have to detect his scent from afar?

Unless... what it smells isn’t "human."

Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly flashed, discreetly scanning the blue sports bag on the passenger seat.

Inside the inner compartment of the bag lay the blood-red Evil Ghost Mask.

In an instant, an idea flashed in his mind.

It was the mask!

The creature trained as a "Search Hound" captured not the scent from his body.

But the strong bloody scent lingering on the mask, which had ended countless lives.

And even... it sensed the horrendous oppressive aura from the Inner World battle that night, lingering ever since.

That’s the aura of the "Lord of Slaughter."

Only this reason can explain why the creature reacted so crazily.

Having found the crux, everything else would be easy.

Fang Cheng glanced at the heavy military assembly outside, then leaned back, his eyes slowly closing.

The noise of the real world receded like a tide, replaced by an endless expanse of light.

His consciousness instantly descended into the Inner World.

Beneath him lay the familiar lonely island, where the golden palace stood majestically, surrounded by billowing clouds.

Usually, a blazing sun eternally hung here, shining upon everything, sacred and solemn.

But at this moment, under the divine golden glow, there was a hint of nauseating rusty smell.

That’s the scent of slaughter and blood fermentation, attempting to seep from the dark corners of the island, quietly tainting this pure domain.

Fang Cheng hovered in mid-air, frowning slightly, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Come out!"

He waved his hand, and the golden sun behind him abruptly dimmed.

Replaced by a huge, eerie blood-red full moon.

It leaped out from the cloud sea with no warning, hanging high in the sky.

In an instant, the entire Inner World seemed doused in thick red paint. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The golden palace turned dark red, the previously peaceful cloud sea roiled into a sea of blood.

In the air, a vague violent, bloodthirsty spiritual wave pervaded lightly.

This is the true face of the "Evil Ghost Mask."

It was never merely a lifeless object but a vessel carrying countless grievances and murderous intentions.

Even when Fang Cheng didn’t wear it, its emitted spiritual radiation was still like a lighthouse in the night.

In this world composed of ordinary humans, to those inherently keen-sensed entities, it was blindingly impossible to ignore.

Fang Cheng slowly landed on the obsidian-paved square, gazing at the blood moon trying to take over.

"Previously too busy with real-world messes to deal with you, yet you’ve already caused trouble for me," he snorted coldly, his figure flashing, appearing instantly on the Golden Throne deep within the palace.

Then he sat down majestically, placing both hands on the armrests, a thought occurring.

Rumble!

In an instant, the entire Inner World seemed to come alive.

Infinite golden light waves surged from all directions.