Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 384 - 249_2

Chapter 384: Chapter 249_2

Lu Tao’s eyes flashed with sharp brilliance, and he suddenly shouted lowly:

"Zhe!"

In an instant, countless wooden vines surged from his right arm.

These vines, as if alive, twisted and stretched wildly in the air, growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, extending forward.

In the blink of an eye, they transformed into an incredibly sharp spear, its tip flickering with cold light, seemingly gathering a chilling intent to kill.

Murder King was shocked, and it was too late for him to retract his blade.

Lu Tao’s move, however, struck first despite acting second.

The wooden spear transformed from his right hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, piercing Murder King’s chest with precision.

Puff!

Murder King’s eyes widened, a "gurgling" sound coming from his throat, as if wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word.

His face still held frozen ferocity and astonishment, but his hands had already gone limp, and the machete fell to the ground with a clang.

A one-shot kill!

In the eyes of the onlookers, the scene just now was like Murder King eagerly, proactively leaning his chest towards that wooden spear.

Meanwhile, those branches seemed to madly absorb the nutrient-rich blood from Murder King’s body.

In just a few seconds, the once strong-as-an-ox body quickly shriveled, turning into a terrifying dried corpse.

The vine branches completed their mission and swiftly retracted.

In the blink of an eye, the deadly spear disappeared as if it had never appeared at all.

Losing its support, Murder King fell straight backward, hitting the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Lu Tao expressionlessly withdrew his right hand.

His breath remained steady, not continuing the attack, but instead, he coldly swept his gaze over the other treasure hunters.

His eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, exuding a chilling aura, causing a suffocating silence wherever they looked.

"So strong!"

Everyone inwardly sighed and unanimously shifted their gaze to the experts on their side.

Fang Cheng, Nail Head, the mysterious man, Ba Ming, the Black River Heroes, and two other leaders from different teams.

These experts had all demonstrated extraordinary skills in the previous battles and now had become the hope in everyone’s hearts.

The eyes seemed to say, although the opponent is strong, as long as any of you take the lead, we’ll follow and taking him down won’t be a problem.

The mysterious man appeared oblivious to the stares, maintaining a calm expression that left others guessing what he was thinking.

Nail Head’s eyes glowed, and his body trembled slightly, seeming very excited.

Fang Cheng also felt a desire for battle rising within him, itching to try, clenching his fists tightly.

According to intelligence data, this Guard Captain was a trusted servant trained by the Lu Family from a young age.

Though not a direct bloodline of the Lu Family, his strength surpassed many so-called core family members.

If he could defeat such a level of expert, his few fighting skills could gain at least dozens of experience points.

"Damn!"

At this moment, the Black River Heroes exchanged a glance and suddenly stepped forward, one of them cursing viciously:

"Why talk about martial world justice with him, everyone together now!"

With that, they stomped the ground and charged towards Lu Tao with ferocity.

They cooperated seamlessly, one launching a fierce punch, while the other followed closely.

Their eyes vigilantly observing Lu Tao’s every move, their offense hidden within a defensive posture.

Seeing big shots taking the lead, the others immediately followed suit.

In an instant, the shout of battle thundered, and the crowd surged towards Lu Tao like a tide.

"Bring it on!"

Seeing that his intimidating delaying tactic had failed, Lu Tao’s heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged.

Though outnumbered and facing a fierce charge, remembering the Second Elder’s instructions, he could only hold strong, not retreat.

He took a deep breath and squeezed out a low growl:

"Wood Realm Barrier!"

In an instant, stout wooden stakes rapidly rose from the ground centered on him.

These stakes interconnected tightly, reaching the brick top, forming an impenetrable barrier that securely shielded him and conveniently blocked the large door behind.

Numerous gusts of fists, shadow kicks, and various attacks landed on the barrier, emitting a dull collision sound.

As the proud Guard Captain of the Lu Family, Lu Tao could only hide inside like a turtle retreating into its shell, delaying for as long as possible.

However.

Facing so many combined attacks, even the formidable "Wood Realm Barrier" couldn’t withstand the assault and soon began to tremble violently.

Wood chips flew, and dust filled the air.

It didn’t last ten seconds; the seemingly indestructible Wood Realm Barrier exploded with a "boom."

Fragments of wood scattered like hidden weapons.

Everyone instinctively raised their arms to protect their faces, yet still got scratched by a few wooden splinters.

Lu Tao’s face turned as white as paper, a look of pain and panic flashing in his eyes.

He instinctively took a step back, his steps faltering, but his back hit something hard.

It was the last archway of the underground vault.

Lu Tao gritted his teeth and quickly steadied himself,

knowing full well that there was no way to retreat and he was powerless to resist the tide-like onslaught before him.

He thought, perhaps a deadly fight was the only way left!

Just then, a low and hoarse voice came from inside the gate.

"Lu Tao, it’s time!"

The voice seemed to carry a magical power, instantly calming Lu Tao’s previously panicked heart.

He turned his head, as if seeing a glimmer of life and hope, quickening his pace toward the inside of the gate.

The crowd, like hungry wolves pouncing on prey, surged inside after him.

Yet they were stunned by the strange sight before them, involuntarily halting in their tracks.

Four black-robed figures surrounded an ancient stone platform.

Above the stone platform, a golden orb quietly floated.

It was like a dazzling star fallen from a mythical world, unbelievable in its brilliance.

The light was like the first beam of dawn, piercing through the clouds to brighten the world.

Turning into countless golden swords, it split the dark chaos, illuminating the entire world.

Every flicker of the halo released energy representing life and hope.

It captivated the heart of every observer, making them squint instinctively.

In this scene, the four black-robed figures stood around the stone platform in a quadrilateral stance, reaching out toward the floating golden orb.

Their posture was solemn and respectful, evidently performing some unknown, extremely mysterious ritual.

Their faces were carefully drawn with ink, depicting intricate black patterns like the most primitive totemic scripts.

Their eyes were tightly shut, lips lightly parted, constantly chanting some spell.

The sound of the spell buzzed like murmurs from time-traveled ancient times, revealing secrets buried by time.

Even the surrounding air seemed infected by this mysterious power, trembling slightly, resonating in harmony.

As the chanting continued, hundreds of miniature black spell scripts swam like tiny living tadpoles.

They gathered along the arms of the black-robed figures toward the golden orb, pouring into it.

The crowd stared with wide eyes, concentrating.

Only then did they see, inside the orb, a bottle was placed unmistakably.

The bottle’s design was exquisite and unique, adorned with auspicious cloud patterns and inlaid with various gemstones.

Under the reflection of the golden light, it appeared even more brilliant and dazzling.

No need to think further; everyone knew that it was the Golden Benba Bottle they so desperately sought!

Beside them, people were still immersed in the shocking sight, their eyes full of astonishment and fervor, even their breath became urgent and rough.

Fang Cheng, however, seemed different, understanding the repeatedly chanted spells.

They were likely words of prayer to some divine entity, seemingly calling on its name as heirs of its bloodline.

He also understood the writhing and converging black spell scripts, appearing related to some tree-related clan totem, unlocking the seal of power.

Fang Cheng immediately felt an ominous sensation, urgently shouting:

"Quick, stop them!"

As he spoke, he swiftly drew a pistol, without hesitation, launching an attack on the black-robed figures.

Bang bang bang bang!

Four continuous shots shattered the buzzing spell sound.

Bullets with flames, under the magical effect of "Ghost Shooting," sped like four deadly meteors accurately toward their targets.

Three black-robed figures failed to evade, were shot in the forehead, and instantly fell dead,

while the last black-robed figure, seeing his companions fall, showed no fear, his eyes appearing indifferent.

Swish.

A dark shadow swiftly shot out from his neck.

That shadow seemed to have life, flexibly twisting in mid-air, instantly swallowing the rushing scorching bullet.

Then, the bullet disappeared into thin air.