Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1446: Chapter 697:

This is not only a battle for revenge to resolve his father’s old grievances, but also a destiny showdown for a Martial Artist striving to climb to the pinnacle of the world and challenge the strongest.

The True Qi within him seemed to sense his will, flowing turbulently through his meridians and emitting a series of deep roars.

Fang Cheng slightly tightened his fist, his eyes gleaming sharply.

Since the opponent wants to turn East Capital into,

then he will take this opportunity to crush these monsters hiding in the shadows, leaving none alive.

Thinking this, Fang Cheng’s mind stirred slightly, and a light blue screen appeared before his eyes.

Rows of densely packed notification messages rolled swiftly like a waterfall.

[Boxing Experience +40]

[Boxing Lv3 (719/1000)]

[Sanda Experience +30]

[Sanda Lv3 (385/1000)]

[Muay Thai Experience +30]

[Muay Thai Lv3 (121/1000)]

[Palm Technique Experience +50]

[Palm Technique Lv2 (63/500)]

[Qi Gong Experience +20]

[Qi Gong Lv3 (347/1000)]

Looking at this series of data, Fang Cheng’s eyebrow raised slightly.

This unilateral crushing battle tonight, although it did not require him to exert much effort, brought quite rich Skill Experience.

All his close combat skills were steadily advancing, especially "Boxing," which was getting closer to breaking through Lv3 and reaching Lv4 King Level.

As for "Palm Technique" and "Qi Gong," they were also honed through repeated combat, accumulating experience and gradually improving.

This was not only reflected in the progress bar data on the panel but also in various ways he usually performed the skills.

With the foundation skills becoming increasingly solid, his way of using True Qi in battle, the process of Condensing Qi into Gang, became smoother and more refined, as natural as using an arm.

The continuous ascent of strength precipitated into an absolute confidence embedded in his bones.

Facing the challenges ahead, Fang Cheng didn’t shrink back at all, but instead felt a surge of eager anticipation.

The increase in experience rolled upwards successively, and the text on the screen flickered slightly.

Soon, more dense notification messages surged below, lines overlapping, almost forming a sheet on the retina:

[You possess an artifact, after killing prey, can successfully absorb target’s Life Energy, Spirit +0.02]

[You possess an artifact, after killing prey, can successfully absorb target’s Life Energy, Constitution +0.01]

.........

[You possess an artifact, after killing prey, failed to absorb target’s Life Energy]

[You possess an artifact, after killing prey, can successfully absorb target’s Life Energy, Spirit +0.05]

[You possess an artifact, after killing prey, can successfully absorb target’s Life Energy, Constitution +0.02]

.........

Fang Cheng’s gaze stayed on this long string of flickering characters.

He wasn’t surprised by these additional rewards, his mind had already anticipated them.

This is the special effect brought by the transformed Evil Ghost Mask "Feast of Slaughter".

It’s like a precise pump, forcibly extracting the remaining Life Energy from the target at the moment of slaying.

Half is used to nurture the mask itself, while the other half feeds back into the shell of his host.

This method is extremely domineering.

As his thoughts turned, the screen interface on the retina switched accordingly.

A semi-transparent personal attribute panel floated into view:

[Strength: 80]

[Agility: 81]

[Constitution: 95]

[Spirit: 71]

On the surface, these Basic Attributes’ values haven’t changed.

Fang Cheng’s gaze moved downward, then clicked on the detailed progress bar hidden behind the values.

At this moment, the progress bar representing "Spirit" has quietly climbed to 75%, and the progress bar for "Constitution" has also crossed the 50% mark.

It’s worth noting that his Spirit Attribute had just broken through once recently.

Now, after experiencing a one-sided slaughter lasting less than half an hour, the progress bar again approaches overflowing.

Fang Cheng roughly estimated in his mind.

Tonight’s elimination of over a dozen elite Black Shark assassins, along with the S-Class Superpower User Ghost Fox, roughly allowed him to pillage 0.7 Spirit Attribute and 0.35 Constitution Attribute.

For this mask, it seems easier to obtain Life Energy representing Spirit, while Life Energy representing Constitution is relatively harder to get.

The absorbed energy with values between 0.01 to 0.03 likely came from those bronze and silver medal assassins.

And the absorbed energy with the value of 0.05 clearly came from stronger, more vigorous blooded gold medal assassins.

Even the last piece displaying as 0.12, which caused the progress bar to surge significantly, was undoubtedly thanks to Ghost Fox.

From this, it seems the more people killed, the stronger the target, the larger the energy absorbed by the mask.

The moment this thought formed in his mind, an uncontrollable excitement rushed up Fang Cheng’s spine straight to the back of his head.

His heart thumped twice heavily in the chest cavity.

In the depths of his mind, it was as if a seductive voice whispered in his heart.

As long as he wore this mask, abandoning all worldly concerns to indulge in slaughter, his power could rocket upwards without bottlenecks.

Kill god upon encounter, kill Buddha upon encounter, until invincible under the heavens.

This extreme temptation brought by shortcuts is far more potent than any addictive drug.

A gust of night wind mixed with raindrops spilled into the living room through the ventilation window gap, hitting Fang Cheng’s face and bare arms, causing a layer of goosebumps.

He took a deep breath, the boiling blood quickly cooling down.

The trace of frenzy that just surfaced in his eyes was extinguished like being doused with ice water, restoring to a deep tranquility.

The end of shortcuts is often an abyss of damnation.

This attribute forcefully plundered by foreign objects, after all, is not the origin power earned through one’s own punches and kicks, bleeding and sweating from diligent practice.

The process of the mask constantly feeding back power is essentially the bait thrown down by the "Lord of Slaughter" high above in Otherworldly Space.

He is amplifying the host’s greed and bloodlust with the most direct physical feedback until the host completely loses their true nature.

Fang Cheng involuntarily recalled a name – "White Owl".

Appearing earliest in historical records, a notorious murderer.

Back then, he similarly by chance donned the same mask, initially, his power surged rapidly, killing countless Experts and noble family people.

But the outcome awaiting him was the complete collapse of sanity, turning into a purely beastly creature.

Ultimately, amid endless slaughter, he was besieged by various forces, ending miserably with exhaustion of spirit and without leaving any remains.

As for those successors who inherited the "White Owl" name and redonned this mask, they too couldn’t escape the fate of deranged sanity, all becoming puppets controlled by the instinct for slaughter.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned around and stepped slowly across the tiles to the center of the living room before his couch.

He bent down, pulled open the canvas shoulder bag casually thrown on the sofa cushion.

Reaching his hand in, he took out the entirely dark red Evil Ghost Mask.

Outside the window, a flash of lightning cut through the night sky, briefly illuminating the living room.

The cold light hit the mask surface, and that blood-like coagulated material glowed with an eerie shimmer.

The two slightly curved short horns on the forehead pierced the air, the blood-curdling mouth torn to the ears with tusks interlocking.

From a certain angle, the hollow eyes of the mask seemed to quietly gaze back at Fang Cheng.

The exaggerated curvature of the mouth appeared to snicker silently, exerting its utmost seduction.

Fang Cheng held the mask’s edge single-handedly, his fingertips feeling a touch akin to firm bones but with a slight warmth.

Looking at this cursed artifact, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

"Trying to use me to feed you? Let’s see if you have the appetite to digest it."

He casually tossed the mask back into the bag, zipped it shut with a "zip," sealing away that faint malevolence completely in darkness.

Then he turned and headed to the bathroom, to wash off the last trace of bloodlust lingering on his body.

Time passes quickly, and he still has to get up early to train tomorrow.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!