Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 390 - 251_3

Chapter 390: Chapter 251_3

The group immediately abandoned their doubts upon hearing these words, charging forward like ravenous wolves.

Nail Head stood by the entrance, a strange smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The treasure hunters who arrived first watched with a hint of anticipation, their feet unconsciously moving, ready to join the fray at any moment.

Fang Cheng stepped aside, giving way to the fastest runner among them.

The man was as skinny as a monkey but incredibly agile, darting out from the crowd in a flash and sprinting to the stone platform, snatching up the golden bottle with lightning speed.

Then his face lit up with wild joy, and he blurted out:

"I’ve got it!"

His voice was so excited that it changed pitch.

Seeing this, the others’ eyes turned red instantly, gathering around with the intention to snatch it was evident.

"Ah Liang, Little Tiger, protect me!"

The skinny monkey was clearly the leader of another group; he clutched the golden bottle tightly with both hands and quickly shouted:

"I can feel the power of the Golden Benba Bottle. Absorbing its energy, wiping out these people is as easy as pie."

He was brimming with a sense of triumphant satisfaction on his face, as if he could already see himself dominating with the treasure.

But in an instant, his smile froze on his face, replaced by a scream of extreme terror:

"What’s happening?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a horrific scene unfolded.

His hand appeared as though the moisture was drained from it, rapidly withering, the shriveled skin clinging to the bones.

Immediately, his arm, face, and entire body seemed to be sucked dry by an invisible evil force.

He quickly became gaunt, with sunken eyes and prominent cheekbones, his once well-fitting clothes now hanging loosely on his body.

"Knife Bro, throw away the bottle!"

Two of his companions noticed the anomaly, reaching out in panic to try to pry the bottle loose.

But the golden bottle seemed glued to his hand, unmoving, even binding the helpers themselves, who started feeling dizzy and weak.

The burly man from earlier stood there watching blankly, taking a sharp breath.

For the first time in his life, he felt fortunate to have run slower.

At this moment, Ba Ming, carrying a box, saw what happened and his eyes flashed; he immediately shouted:

"Brothers, I’ll save you!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward quickly.

His gaze, however, stayed not on the three unfortunates turning into mummies, but fixed on the Golden Benba Bottle, emitting a faint glow.

Clearly, he intended to use a metal box to contain the sinister relic.

Several other experts also moved, their bodies flashing as they charged forward.

Seeing this, fear left their hearts; they knew this was a real opportunity to seize the treasure.

As long as they didn’t touch the bottle itself, it posed no danger to them.

In the blink of an eye, the underground vault was like a lit powder keg, exploding into chaos.

Other teams, initially still watching, saw the situation spin utterly out of control, casting aside their hesitation, and promptly joined the chaotic struggle for the treasure.

At this point, sworn spells were long invalid.

No one had any scruple from before, fully succumbing to madness and violence.

Fists and feet flew, screams echoed everywhere.

Blades flashed coldly under dim lights, blood splattering through the air.

Bullets whistled through the crowd, eliciting continuous cries of pain.

Some, to seize advantage, did not hesitate to strike down old comrades.

Others, knocked off balance and staggering, still clung to hope, picking themselves up and diving back into the melee, their eyes bloodshot and red.

Of course, some relied on teamwork, trying to find a slim chance in the chaos, taking the treasure and breaking through the encirclement to escape.

In the dim light, shadows moved indistinctly, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Only the incessant sounds of fighting and shouting intertwined and reverberated, turning this underground vault into an Asura field of gruesomeness.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, standing quietly in the corner, watching.

His gaze swept over the camera, hidden in the dark and flickering with red light.

Then he looked at the mysterious group and Nail Head.

Only they remained calm, unfazed by the wave of madness and not joining the brutal slaughter.