Start the liver experience with push-ups

It was six o'clock in the morning.

A thin mist hung in the air like a veil.

In the dim, soft light, the distant buildings were faintly visible, appearing exceptionally serene and peaceful.

It seemed the entire city had not yet fully emerged from the depths of night.

Fang Cheng gripped the water pipe with both hands, his body suspended in mid-air, continuously practicing pull-ups.

The water pipe was quite thick, allowing him to grip only about half of it, thus further testing his finger and wrist strength.

In addition, he had tied a sack filled with bricks to his feet, dragging a heavy load, further increasing the difficulty.

“……”

“48.”

“49.”

“50.”

His body continued to rise, his neck completely above the water pipe.

After a brief pause, he jumped down.

He swung his arms, then looked up at the panel information.

[Pull-up Experience +19]

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Relying solely on body weight to practice pull-ups, leg raises, and squats was gradually becoming less efficient.

After choosing to increase the load, the effect seemed to be quite good.

For example, this morning exercise involved completing a total of 250 weighted pull-ups with both hands.

The experience points gained were almost the same as practicing 500 one-handed pull-ups before.

However, the exercise time was reduced by half.

Based on this estimate, the efficiency could be said to have nearly doubled.

He had more time now.

Naturally, he could spend more effort during each morning exercise on those combat skills whose progress had been lagging behind.

Moreover.

During the rest intervals after each set of exercises, Fang Cheng did not simply do stretching exercises and move his muscles and bones as before.

Instead, he tried assuming a horse stance, coordinating with stance training, and practicing the "Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound" breathing technique.

He focused intently on guiding that faint stream of energy in his abdomen to diffuse outwards.

He discovered that doing so did not increase fatigue; on the contrary, it could slightly improve recovery.

Fang Cheng reckoned that in the process of alternating between movement and stillness during exercise, the body was like a bowstring being tightened and loosened.

The breathing technique seemed to precisely match this rhythm, relieving muscle fatigue through some subtle vibration.

If this skill could be successfully mastered and unlocked in the future, the effect should be even more significant.

After completing a set of pull-ups, he held a horse stance for another 5 minutes.

“Hululu…”

Fang Cheng's abdomen swelled slightly, and with a slight tremor, he exhaled a long, slow breath of stale air.

Then he stood up and kicked his legs.

Next, he re-tied the sack rope to his ankles, preparing to continue practicing hanging leg raises.

“Set 5 of leg raises, begin!”

Fang Cheng recited with a sense of ritual, his hands firmly gripping the water pipe.

His core tightened immediately, and using only the strength of his abdominal muscles, he raised his straightened legs to a horizontal position.

The sack weighing over a hundred pounds was also lifted, swaying slightly in the air.

He held the position for the duration of one breath, then slowly and powerfully lowered them.

He allowed his body to experience as much as possible the feeling of suspension brought about by the tension in his core during this process.

Repeating the movement, he completed a set of 50.

Fang Cheng breathed slightly, fixing his gaze on the skill panel.

[Leg Raise lv1 (249/250)]

“Almost leveled up, keep pushing, a dozen more should do it…”

“68.”

“69.”

“70”

He silently counted the numbers, silently performing the exercise movements.

The panel suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Finally.

After completing 270 weighted hanging leg raises, the skill progress bar was broken through.

Several prompts appeared one after another before his eyes.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached a new level, reaching the Grandmaster level]

[Leg Raise lv2 (0/500)]

[Gained Enhancement Reward, Skill Effect "Ape Waist"]

[Ape Waist, possessing a waist as flexible as a monkey, increases jumping ability and airtime by 80%]

Looking at the description of the enhancement reward, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up.

The so-called "jumping ability" is actually related to strength and agility attributes.

"Airtime" is more unique, related to agility, but not completely subordinate to the effect of agility.

The greatest strength of this skill effect may lie in the most difficult-to-improve "airtime."

In other words, it also involves the lightness skill in martial arts novels and TV dramas.

Of course, wanting to achieve that "anti-gravity" effect in reality is indeed a bit exaggerated.

However, in traditional martial arts, there is indeed unique body technique training targeting the waist and abdomen.

There is a saying: "The dantian is like a ball, the waist is like an axis; knowing how to turn, you won't worry about hitting people."

The key to lightness skill lies in the two words "lightness" and "elevation," hoping to be able to stand or move on objects that cannot bear weight.

Even mobilizing qi and borrowing some clever force to rise into the air for a short time.

Thereby achieving effects such as flying over eaves and walls, leaping over houses and ridges, grass-skipping, and chasing cicadas in eight steps.

Master Wu Dewang of the White Crane School stepping on plum blossom piles while practicing boxing on wine bottles is also a type of lightness skill.

After obtaining the skill effect enhancement.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at the concrete water tank, which was nearly 3 meters high.

He decided to experiment with the specific effect.

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He did not retreat a few meters, choosing to run to borrow force to climb and jump.

Instead, he walked to the bottom of the water tank, and at the moment of squatting and looking up, he stomped on the ground with force, swinging his arms vigorously.

Then he directly performed a standing jump, his figure soaring up like a large bird, easily jumping to the top of the water tank.

Standing on it, Fang Cheng stomped his feet, appearing somewhat unsatisfied.

Judging from his current body attributes of 21 agility and 32 strength, a height of 3 meters is indeed too easy.

This is far from the upper limit of his jumping ability.

Because he also possesses another skill effect, "Elasticity."

If the two are superimposed and brought to the limit, it may be a bit shocking.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts and looked down from above.

Then he jumped down, suddenly twisting his waist and abdomen in mid-air.

His whole person instantly seemed to have the slow-motion button pressed, slowing down his rate of descent.

Even in the process of falling, he could continuously adjust his posture and make two or three different somersaults.

If the airtime limit for ordinary people is about 1 second.

Then, he is now almost close to 2 seconds.

In the blink of an eye, his feet returned to the ground.

Fang Cheng concentrated his mind and carefully experienced the subtle feeling of "lightness and elevation" just now.

It seemed that in an instant, the strength of the whole body was condensed into an integrated force, converging in the waist and abdomen, thereby bursting out with far more power than usual.

Moreover, it was not about straining the muscles to hold back, but at the moment of twisting the waist and expanding the back, the waist suddenly tightened, closing the acupoints around the body, vaguely giving the feeling of pushing himself into the air.

If explained according to human biomechanics, the waist is connected to the spine in the human body structure, and it is the center for the transmission of force from bottom to top, playing an absolutely important role in commanding the strength of the whole body.

So, this skill effect, in essence, is actually allowing oneself to achieve a higher level of control over the body.

Perhaps… in the future, by continuously improving physical fitness, it may really be possible to fly a distance in the air like in martial arts movies.

Fang Cheng imagined wildly in his heart, exhaling lightly.

Turning his head to look at the crisscrossing pipes around him, he couldn't help but feel a playful interest.

Immediately, he tapped his toes, darted forward, and simply practiced tactical movements such as sprinting, jumping, somersaulting, and wall running in this complex obstacle terrain.

His steps were light, and his landing was silent.

His figure was agile, like a professional parkour athlete.

Various cool and difficult techniques were displayed effortlessly, as if he had mastered them without a teacher.

It was as if he had truly transformed into an ape, flexibly shuttling through the jungle, fully releasing his physical instincts.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Lin Fusheng's Trauma Clinic.

Today seemed particularly lively, with a hubbub of voices, like a pot that had been brought to a boil.

Many thugs with bruised faces and broken arms and legs crowded in the hall, waiting to receive treatment.

There were also many guys who had already been bandaged and splinted, still lingering here, talking loudly with a group of like-minded people, cursing and grumbling.

In the chaotic scene.

Master Lin wore his reading glasses, patiently removing a bullet from a seriously injured person and applying medicated wine.

Wen Huiyi also wore neat and clean clothes, busy pouring tea and water for the guests, arranging things everywhere.

Fang Cheng was sitting in front of an old acquaintance, Brother Fei, providing him with massage services.

After his morning exercise, he first went to the club to take a sparring class, working his daily job to earn money.

In the afternoon, he continued to run to Lingang District to scout, trying to find new opportunities.

However.

This time, Wu Shihao seemed to be afraid of being assassinated as well, paying great attention to his own safety.

Not only did he stay inside the company, but he also arranged many bodyguards around him.

If you want to quietly kill the other party, it is only possible if you have a stealth skill.

Moreover, Fang Cheng also discovered that there were suspicious strangers who seemed to be police officers lurking nearby.

After observing for a while, he turned around and left without making a sound, temporarily returning without success.

On the way home, when he passed by the Trauma Clinic, he saw that Master Lin's business was so booming that he was almost overwhelmed.

He couldn't help but feel guilty, so he walked in to lend a hand.

Fulfilling his duties as a disciple and practicing his skills in healing the wounded and rescuing the dying.

At this moment, a group of thugs were spitting everywhere, talking enthusiastically, seemingly forgetting that they were still carrying injuries.

Especially Brother Fei, enjoying Fang Cheng's superb massage techniques, humming and groaning comfortably.

So he vividly described a recent major turmoil in the underworld, as if he were telling a story, causing everyone to be surprised and shocked.

“The Three Wolves Gang and the Crimson Tiger Gang have each suffered heavy losses, reaching a point where they have to fight.”

“In last night's battle, both sides sent top experts to spearhead the attack, and they fought back and forth, originally fighting to a stalemate.”

“However, the expert from the Crimson Tiger Gang was obviously more sinister.”

“I saw him frown, coming up with a plan, stepping on the ground with his left foot, shouting 'Teacher Gong,' showing his mighty power, and then performing the divine striking technique, which could not be cut by knives or penetrated by bullets… ”