Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 387 - 250_3

Chapter 387: Chapter 250_3

Nail Head ignored his question and chuckled softly to himself:

"Hehe, who would’ve thought the Lu Family would play such a big game this time..."

His tone seemed both a marvel at the tactics of the Family Tycoons and as if he were anticipating something interesting to happen.

The Professor, who had initially appeared calm, now grew serious.

He surveyed the chaotic scene with deepened eyes and communicated through his mind:

"The situation is a bit beyond our expectations. Crow, don’t stare at the Golden Benba Bottle. Stand next to me and be ready to leave."

Li Dingjian felt a sudden tension at these words. He immediately took a few steps forward, moving closer to the Professor, as he hunched his neck and lowered his head.

Fang Cheng, without revealing his emotions, kept an eye on some master fighters acting oddly in the venue,

Seemingly scanning the scene casually, yet capturing their every move with precision.

One must know, these people are no slouches; they are seasoned veterans of the Martial World, shrewd from countless experiences, each harboring unknown aces and tactics.

Fang Cheng wanted to see what unique strategies these masters would use to solve the tricky situation at hand.

Meanwhile, he calculated in his mind how far Black Wolf and the others had distanced themselves.

As he looked up, he saw a few more people daringly approach the golden orb.

Some even reached out their hands, attempting to grab the Golden Benba Bottle hidden within the orb.

Fang Cheng instantly furrowed his brow and promptly advised:

"Wake those people up; don’t let them go deliver themselves on a platter!"

Among the Treasure Hunters who were recently fighting for it, some who had stronger wills and retained some reason.

At these words, their hearts jolted, and they awoke instantly.

In the current scenario, "delivering themselves on a platter" was indeed a most fitting description.

The Golden Benba Bottle at this moment was like a demon from the Abyss, seemingly self-aware, continuously emitting a bewitching power, luring people closer, creating a deadly feast of temptation.

Someone shouted urgently toward those bewitched, trying to awaken their senses.

But those people seemed entirely blinded by greed and kept moving towards the lethal golden orb.

One person couldn’t help but rush towards his comrade in the group, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to haul him back by force.

But at the moment his fingers touched the other, that person’s face turned blank under the golden light, with a dazed gleam in his eyes.

He too seemed to see something he deeply yearned for, his legs moving uncontrollably as he followed the group, step by step, towards the golden orb.

This time, the Golden Benba Bottle seemed to sense there were still many resisting its tempting power.

So, a faint Buddhist sound began to resonate softly.

On first hearing this sound, it was ethereal and melodic, as if celestial music from the distant sky,

In an instant, the tone suddenly rose sharply, becoming urgent and piercing, like dense drumbeats, striking people’s heartstrings heavily, shaking their spirits.

Those people, as if enchanted, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, grew more frantic in their approach to the Golden Benba Bottle.

Muttering words under their breath, seemingly in response to the distant Buddhist sound.

"Can’t be saved!"

The other onlookers witnessing these horrifying scenes all had the same thought flash through their minds.

They all retreated backward, wanting to distance themselves far from the frightening orb and striving to resist the Buddhist sound’s allure to ensure self-preservation.

Yet some still succumbed to the temptation.

Both the Professor and Nail Head looked serious, their brows tightly knit, gazing at the ever-changing Golden Benba Bottle and the frenzied crowd, showing signs of worry.

Fang Cheng didn’t feel much of an effect. In fact, he found the Buddhist sound somewhat irritating.

He slightly furrowed his eyebrows, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, then without hesitation, drew his gun, raising the muzzle, directly targeting the Golden Benba Bottle.