Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 404 - 256_2

Chapter 404: Chapter 256_2

"He’s under mind control, don’t worry about him, kill on sight!"

Upon hearing this, everyone no longer held back, unleashing their abilities as they charged forward, and chaos erupted instantly.

Big Hammer roared like an enraged bull, taking the lead to confront the enemy.

The iron hammer in his hand whistled through the air, and with every swing, it seemed capable of splitting mountains and rocks, striking the ground and forcing the enemy to retreat repeatedly.

His stature was already tall, and at this moment, he stood like an iron tower in front of his two female teammates, exuding an aura akin to holding a strategic pass against overwhelming forces.

Lin Chuqiao leaned against the tree trunk behind her, concentrating all her energy on manipulating the masked robber to turn against his allies.

Sometimes she would coordinate with Big Hammer to counterattack, while other times she would pounce on certain Treasure Hunters attempting to circle behind Big Hammer, using them as her own "shield."

However, the numbers were simply too overwhelming.

Big Hammer fought against many, courageous and fearless, but ultimately two fists could not fend off four hands. Soon, he was covered in wounds, and his blood stained his clothes red.

Bai Ling was so frightened her face turned pale; she usually handled intelligence and deception missions and rarely participated in actual combat.

At this moment, she fumbled to pull out her pistol, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably, causing the gun barrel to wobble.

Seeing this, Lin Chuqiao quickly closed her eyes, focusing her energy again to use Spiritual Charm.

Sweat beads seeped from her forehead, her brow furrowed, and she successfully locked onto a relatively thin Treasure Hunter.

She then controlled him to stand in front of Bai Ling, barely forming a human shield.

However, this multitasking was really exhausting her spiritual power; it seemed to increase her defensive power on the surface, but in practice, the puppet’s movements became noticeably sluggish.

"Ah!"

Bai Ling suddenly gasped, pulling the trigger repeatedly, firing shots.

Several Treasure Hunters seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Big Hammer’s injuries and Lin Chuqiao’s distraction to break through the barely held defensive line, rushing towards them.

The situation was extremely perilous!

Big Hammer’s eyes widened with rage as he threw the iron hammer directly, forcing back the enemies.

Immediately, his aura surged, his bones crackling, and his body began to transform rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he completed his transformation, becoming a nearly two-meter-tall gigantic werewolf, with hair standing up like steel needles!

Using his surged speed, he quickly darted among the enemies, his claws like deadly scythes, leaving a trail of blood and gore in their wake.

Meanwhile, his defensive power increased significantly, and enemy weapons only left shallow scratches on his body, with wounds healing visibly quickly.

Big Hammer was engulfed in ferocious melee combat with the enemy, the bloody scent constantly stimulating his nerves, and his consciousness began to show signs of madness, with beast instincts gradually taking over.

Only the thought of protecting his teammates, like a lamp that couldn’t be extinguished, kept him from completely losing control over his body.

"No, if this keeps up, everyone will die here!"

Witnessing the brutal battle before her, Lin Chuqiao’s lips were tightly pursed, her face showing hesitation.

She considered giving up the Golden Benba Bottle to save their lives first.

Just then, a voice she hoped for suddenly rang in her mind, solidifying her decision.

Lin Chuqiao made a swift decision and shouted loudly:

"Bai Ling, throw away the Golden Benba Bottle!"

The voice cut through the chaotic sounds of battle, clearly reaching everyone’s ears on the scene.

Bai Ling shivered, seeing Big Hammer covered in blood, without any hesitation in her heart.

She then released her embrace, lifted her hands with all her strength, and threw the Golden Benba Bottle far into the crowd behind them.

The Golden Benba Bottle tumbled through the air, the garment wrapped around it was pulled by the forceful wind, unraveling with a "whoosh" and drifting down.

In an instant, the Golden Benba Bottle was fully revealed, emitting rings of golden light, illuminating the dark, bloody forest.

The light, although faint, was particularly dazzling and brilliant, exuding an indescribable aura of nobility, showcasing its extraordinary origins to everyone.

The Treasure Hunters who had been besieging Lin Chuqiao’s group suddenly halted like sharks that had smelled blood, their eyes widening.

Almost simultaneously, they all turned and rushed towards the Golden Benba Bottle.

For a moment, shouts, curses, and footsteps interwove, creating chaos.

A masked man, relying on his exceptional agility, leapt forward, pinpointing the path of the falling Golden Benba Bottle, soaring high into the air.

He twisted his waist and stretched out his hand, his fingers like hooks, ready to grasp the coveted treasure.

But the nearby scar-faced brute suddenly grabbed his legs and flung him away.

The masked man was caught off guard, his entire body tracing a parabola in the air before crashing into the tree trunk and sliding down helplessly.

The scar-faced brute seized the opportunity to catch the Golden Benba Bottle with a sack.

But before he could savor his success, several whistling sounds came rushing from behind.

Other treasure hunters brandished their weapons, shouting viciously:

"Leave the bottle behind!"

The scar-faced brute couldn’t dodge in time and was slashed on the back and kicked.

Ignoring the pain, he clung to the bottle, rolled and crawled to his feet, and fled.

The others, seeing this, couldn’t allow him to escape with the treasure, and quickly gave chase, surrounding him.

Both sides once again engaged in a fierce scramble.

Ultimately, the scar-faced brute couldn’t fend off his foes alone, staggering under their joint attack, and was forced to abandon the treasure he held.

Thus, the Golden Benba Bottle kept changing hands amidst the chaos.

Everyone wanted to claim it for themselves, yet none possessed the absolute power to suppress the others and control the entire situation.

Many lay injured on the ground, some clutching their wounds and groaning in agony, while others barely clung to life.

The Golden Benba Bottle, tainted with blood amidst the struggles, glimmered faintly, becoming increasingly eerie.

As if constantly tempting everyone to go mad for it, fighting fiercely.

Gradually, many began to contemplate.

Since encased in thick fog with no immediate exit.

Instead of blindly fighting over it, why not eliminate the other opponents first, leaving the treasure for oneself in the end?

Treasure hunters with allies exchanged glances, understanding each other as they gathered, seizing opportunities to deal with those alone.

Meanwhile, the lone ones gripped their weapons tighter, warily guarding against any surprise attacks from their surroundings.

The scene grew more chaotic, the scent of blood mixing with the fog, spreading gradually.

In the scramble, a lone person luckily grabbed the Golden Benba Bottle, only to be swiftly surrounded by the crowd, unable to escape.

He grit his teeth, hardened his resolve, and with the thought that if it wouldn’t be his, others shouldn’t get it easily either, swung his arm mightily and hurled it.

The bottle flew from his hands, tracing an arc in the air, quickly vanishing into the deep fog.

"Damn it!"

Everyone cursed, their faces full of anxiety and unwillingness, chasing in the direction the Golden Benba Bottle disappeared.

Suddenly, a hand shot out from the opposite side, swiftly as lightning, grabbing the Golden Benba Bottle.

Next, a tall and slender figure parted the fog, gradually coming into view.

This person wore a hideous and terrifying Evil Ghost mask, their gaze piercing through the holes like flashing cold stars, coldly surveying the surroundings.

Before the seemingly lone treasure hunter could even find his footing.

Someone, eyes red, suddenly lunged to snatch it, it was the scar-faced brute.

Relying on his superior strength and burly physique, he could withstand a barrage of weapons, naturally not fearing a single opponent.

At this moment, like a frenzied bull, he charged recklessly, his eyes fixed solely on the glistening Treasure Bottle.

Yet that person neither dodged nor avoided, as if waiting for the scar-faced brute to bring himself closer.

Suddenly, with a glint in his eyes, he powered his right foot off the ground, quickly stepping out with his left.

His entire body unleashed like a loom’s taut string suddenly loosened, his right arm swung fiercely, his fist rocketing forward like a cannonball, tearing through the air.

The speed of this punch was exceedingly fast, surpassing the shackles of sound.

The air, compressed in an instant, formed a nearly visible transparent shockwave at the crack of the punch.

Then, a massive "bang" reverberated!

It was as if thunder had exploded in the flatlands, shaking everyone’s ears with a humming echo.

The fog, which was previously thick, seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, clearing a large patch in an instant.

Simultaneously, the scar-faced brute’s head astonishingly burst open like a ripe watermelon smashed with a Big Hammer, instantly shattering, scattering red and white matter like fireworks.

At the explosion point of the brain matter, fragments of broken skull mixed with viscous fluid could even be seen flying out.

The body, like a kite with a broken string, uncontrollably flew backward several meters, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, lying still.

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