Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 247 - 193 Guns, Monsters, Fists (Happy New Year to Everyone)_2

Chapter 247: Chapter 193 Guns, Monsters, Fists (Happy New Year to Everyone)_2

While he was relishing the pleasure of feasting, he suddenly became aware of a gaze settling on him.

Jiang Chen immediately lifted his gaze, his eyes flickering with ghostly fire as he intensely watched the two troublemakers charging towards him.

"These two have decent skills, full of vigor and blood; they’re worthy to become the prime dish at my banquet tonight."

He then turned his head, looking towards Professor Zheng who was hiding behind him, and commanded:

"These people are mine to handle. You lead the others, continue releasing our imprisoned brethren and just clean up the riff-raff."

"Yes, Master."

Professor Zheng immediately accepted the command with respect.

At this moment, his glasses were shattered, his body smeared with blood, his chest conspicuously bearing several bullet holes that were startling to behold.

Yet he seemed as if nothing had happened to him.

Originally slightly frightened, after experiencing the bloody carnage and witnessing the miracle of bullets not being able to kill him, his mental state underwent a drastic change.

Now, he could completely consider himself one of the Undying, viewing ordinary humans as prey to be hunted, effortlessly completing the transition in his identity without any psychological burden.

"Listen up, everyone. Some protect me as we go to open the doors, the rest continue pushing forward; kill all the gun-toting fellows!"

Professor Zheng’s eyes, filled with blood streaks, twisted into a fierce and vicious expression as he issued commands unceasingly, conducting the battle.

After being blessed by Jiang Chen, not only did he possess physical strength far exceed that of an ordinary person, but he also gained a Special Ability.

He could communicate telepathically with other Ghouls, compelling those brainless creatures to obey his commands.

At this moment.

Watching the multitude of soldiers firing their guns, watching Jiang Chen dominate against the two Special Search Team Commissioners, displaying his ferocity.

Professor Zheng couldn’t help but grind his teeth with ferocity, vowing silently.

I’m no longer a regular human being, or to be precise, no longer a living person in the normal sense.

Since...since you’re determined to stop me from resurrecting my wife, to prevent Master’s grand mission.

Then, all of you can go to hell!

In the dark, chaotic corridor.

The smell of blood, gunpowder, chemical solutions, and various other odors combined together, creating an indescribable stench.

But for certain inhuman monsters, it was like a potent stimulant, thrilling their numb nervous systems.

While Professor Zheng was taking on a false show of power and commanding the lower-level Ghouls to slaughter the ordinary soldiers.

A shadow quietly landed and appeared in a corner cloaked in darkness, not far from him.

At first, it just stood there silently, as though it was a cold and stiff corpse.

Its blood virtually stopped flowing, its body temperature dropped below the human body’s limit.

Even Ghouls, creatures extremely sensitive to flesh and blood, seemed not to notice the presence of the shadow.

Or perhaps, they simply mistook the shadow for one of their own kind.

Gradually, the shadow suddenly emanated a glimmer of vitality, as if coming back to life.

Blood swirled inside, making a faint noise.

The body temperature quickly rose, resembling a thawing corpse.

Second after second passed.

The sound of blood flowing in the veins grew louder and louder, buzzing with a vibrating hum.

Rumbling, rumbling—

Like the muffled sound of thunder coming from a distant horizon, it made the filthy air in the corridor tremble slightly.

Simultaneously, the aura emanating from the shadow grew stronger and hotter.

If one were to use night vision goggles, it would appear as if there was a burning torch in the darkness, radiating a blinding infrared glow.

The rampaging Ghouls around finally sensed the unusual aroma and suddenly became aware of the shadow’s existence.

They stopped their gnawing of bones or their attacks on the living, turning their heads towards the source of this vigorous vitality.

Their mouths agape, they emitted roars, dribbling down droplets of foul saliva.

As if they saw the world’s most delectable feast.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

A series of twisted and deformed gray figures continuously emerged from the darkness.

Finally unable to resist the temptation, these Ghouls pounced towards the shadow like famished wolves, eager to taste the first bite of fresh flesh.

Their eyes flickered with bloodthirsty madness, sharp fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths, long claws like steel knives slicing through the air, producing a "hissing" sound.

Under such a ghastly onslaught, any creature would likely be torn to shreds instantly, not even leaving a bone fragment behind.

But unexpectedly, something happened.

A Ghoul took the lead in attacking, leaping high, its right claw stabbing straight towards the prey’s chest.

Just about to rip open the abdomen and tear out the heart and lungs, to cruelly murder its victim alive.

The shadow, however, did not dodge or avoid, remaining as still as a post.

Yet just when the claw touched the chest, the upper body of the shadow instinctively shrunk and tilted a fraction, miraculously avoiding the lethal blow by a hair’s breadth.

Following that, three more Ghouls attacked from different directions one after the other.

The one on the left swept a claw, bringing up a raw wind; the one on the right bent forward and pounced, digging towards the shadow’s abdomen.

The one from behind even raised both claws high, chopping down fiercely, intending to split the shadow in two.

However, strange scenes ensued, one after another.

As the claws of these Ghouls successively hit the shadow, they uncontrollably slipped aside, thus dissipating their attacks in an instant. frёewebηovel.cѳm

It was as if they were nothing but breezes, and the shadow was a placid lake.

The wind skimmed the surface, and aside from bringing ripples, it had no other effect.

If there were a Martial Arts grandmaster present, they would be able to discern the truth.

Although the shadow appeared still, soft, and powerless, it was in fact subtly filled with a kind of Inner Strength, stemming from an instinct within the body.