Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 424 - 264: Monster or Human_2

He slightly lifted his chin, his tone full of pride and arrogance.

"Here, I am the god who controls everything, able to manipulate the lives of all of you at will!"

The battle within the manor continued to intensify.

After a fierce bout, looking at his opponent who appeared quite disheveled, Lu Shihua kept sneering, applying pressure:

"Roger, you acted far too late."

"Given the current situation, unless you’re willing to completely smash the Golden Benba Bottle, you won’t be able to turn the tide, nor can you stop the resurgence of the Lu Family."

Saying this, he deliberately paused, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth:

"But I bet you don’t have the guts, do you? You simply don’t dare!"

He was clearly using these heart-wrenching words to disturb Roger’s mind, attempting to completely defeat his opponent both physically and psychologically.

With the blessing of the Ancestor Spirit at this moment, Lu Shihua was like a tiger gaining wings, not only becoming more powerful, but the pressure emanating from him grew increasingly intense.

Roger struggled to fend off the waves of furious attacks, sweat constantly rolling down his face.

Yet his gaze remained incredibly fierce, staring relentlessly at Lu Shihua.

It seemed he was unwilling to accept defeat, wanting to use some life-saving skill, to survive the desperate situation, or maybe to reverse the situation.

As both sides exhibited their abilities, battling fiercely.

Boom—

Suddenly, a deep thunderous sound came from the distant horizon, shocking everyone’s heart.

Immediately after, the black mist covering the manor’s sky seemed to be crushed by a fist, bursting out with extremely intense, dazzling light.

Accompanied by the light and thunder, the pitch-black dome seemed as if roasted by flames, gradually reddening and becoming bright.

Then, with a clatter, like glass shattering into pieces, transforming into countless crystalline fragments, disappearing into the void.

"The array has been broken?!"

This thought flashed through both Lu Shihua and Roger’s minds like a sudden thunder.

Surprised, the two simultaneously stopped their attacks, looking upwards.

They saw a dazzling giant fireball roaring down from the sky, drawing a red tail light in the night sky.

A few seconds later, with a loud "bang", it heavily hit the eastern area of the manor, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

In an instant, dust filled the air, sparks flew everywhere, and scorching heat waves spread out in all directions.

The impact was so great that even some soil and brick fragments splattered hundreds of meters away.

Lu Shihua and Roger exchanged a glance; these longtime adversaries exhibited unexpected harmony at this moment.

Their figures moved like lightning, almost simultaneously sprinting towards the location where the fireball landed.

In the face of this sudden drastic change, all grievances and struggles seemed utterly meaningless.

Confirming the whereabouts of the vital Golden Benba Bottle was the immediate priority.

As they approached, the scene before their eyes made both hold their breath instinctively.

The air at the dusty falling point seemed heavy as if solidified.

Only the crackling sound of exploding sparks was startlingly loud in the silence.

Lu Shihua and Roger unwittingly stopped and gazed intently, filled with caution, at the place where the fireball landed.

"Cough cough—"

A slight cough broke the brief silence, sounding from the dust-covered center.

Their muscles instantly tensed, assuming defensive postures.

Like fearing a monster would suddenly leap from the smoke.

As the choking, eye-numbing dust gradually dissipated, a blurry human silhouette loomed.

The two widened their eyes, looking without blinking.

After a few seconds, the figure became increasingly clear in shape.

It was not a monster, but a naked human man.

He was surprisingly standing in a squatting position, within a crater created by the impact.

In the dim light, they could see the red mask on his face, with exposed fangs and a hideous expression, resembling an Evil Ghost.

The clothes on his body were tattered and only a few strips of cloth remained, emitting sparks, clearly the result of being ravaged by intense fire.

Vast areas of bronzed skin were thus exposed, with muscles bulging and well-defined, perfect as a sculpture.

That robust and agile physique exuded an indescribable masculine beauty.

Coupled with the ferocious mask and bald appearance, he resembled a wrathful Vajra in a temple suppressing demons, radiating a violent and dangerous aura.

Roger’s eyes first flashed with astonishment, then quickly regained composure.

A glimmer shone in his eyes, his mind racing, pondering how to utilize this suddenly appeared "visitor from beyond" to his advantage to change the situation.

Lu Shihua frowned deeply, his gaze full of profound doubt and apprehension.

He turned his head to glance at Roger standing a few meters away, secretly speculating about the newcomer’s background.

Then, without showing any emotion, he slightly clenched his fists, ready to handle any sudden situations.

Just at that moment, the man’s eyes under the mask suddenly opened, and his gaze pierced through the smoke like something solid, shooting towards the two of them.

That gaze was bloody and fiery, seemingly containing an overwhelmingly intense battle spirit, causing the two masters to involuntarily hesitate and take a half-step back.

Fang Cheng looked at the two strangers staring at him and was somewhat bewildered.

He glanced down at his scarcely clad, nearly naked body, covered with marks left by burning flames and friction from a rapid fall.

He touched the scorching mask on his face, and his memories became somewhat confused.

"Am I undergoing a tribulation? How did I end up here?"

The aftermath of rapidly falling from over a hundred meters high was slowly manifesting.

His ears buzzing, as if countless bees were whirling and dancing around him.

Until the severe dizziness caused by the violent shock slightly diminished.

Only then did Fang Cheng remember the process of himself flying high, smashing the Golden Benba Bottle with a punch, destroying the array and descending from the sky.

Thinking of this, a strong nausea surged to his throat, accompanied by some shortness of breath and chest tightness.

Fang Cheng’s heart trembled; he immediately engaged the Breathing Technique, quietly adjusting his disrupted breath and the organs displaced by the shock.

Leaping from a height of over a hundred meters was not a simple challenge for any carbon-based creature.

Fortunately, when landing, Fang Cheng used the "Everlasting Undying" Skill Effect, stubbornly withstanding the terrifying impact.

His bones and muscles did not sustain any severe damage; aside from being slightly sore, he was mostly fine, at least his body could still move normally.

But his internal organs couldn’t bear such an immense impact and might take some time to fully adjust and recover.

Lu Shihua and Roger were still staring at him intently, their eyes filled with vigilance.

The three were all cautious of one another, none daring to act rashly, forming a subtle standoff.

The atmosphere was both tense and fragile, like a tightly-strung string that could break with just a gentle pull.

At this tense moment, the towering tree suddenly emitted a low moan, like a lament for life about to perish.

The shadow of the giant tree, which had been gradually becoming clear and forming, turned blurry again, shrouded by a layer of mist.

The newly sprouted fresh green plants around also showed signs of withering, with leaves rapidly losing their luster, starting to curl and shrivel, as if the vitality had been instantly drained.

Seeing this, Lu Shihua finally couldn’t hold back.

He stepped forward, eyes full of urgency and anger, loudly questioning:

"Who exactly are you? Where is the Golden Benba Bottle? Was it you who broke it?!"

Upon hearing this, Roger slightly squinted his eyes, his gaze also revealing concern for the whereabouts of the Holy Object of their sect.

Even though Fang Cheng didn’t know who these two people were, he keenly sensed the murderous intent and overpowering aura coming towards him.

He understood in his heart that they were definitely top-notch masters and that in this lousy state of his, he must not show weakness.

Looking at Roger with his bald head and black robe appearance, Fang Cheng suddenly recalled the battle reports Li Dingjian and the Professor had mentioned earlier.

His gaze quickly swept the surroundings and saw two other familiar figures of Lamas in the distance.

With a turn of his head, he instantly understood the current situation.

"Senior Brother Roger."

He then straightened his body, trying to make his voice sound steady and powerful, and slowly said:

"This junior has fortunately fulfilled the mission, successfully sabotaging the array and shattering the Golden Benba Bottle."