Start the liver experience with push-ups

Whirr—

The curtains were drawn back, revealing the scene outside.

The city at dawn is always exceptionally tranquil and peaceful.

By the dim yellow light of the street lamps, one could see the occasional snowflake still drifting down.

A faint white glow appeared on the distant horizon, also causing the snow-covered rooftops to reflect a dim light.

I'm a little late getting up today.

Fang Cheng gazed intently at the snowy scene outside the window, taking a deep breath of the cool, refreshing air.

“Time to start the morning workout!”

On snowy days, I'll refrain from exercising outside for the time being.

Besides, after experiencing a fierce battle last night, my energy was greatly depleted, and I also need to reduce the amount of training to allow my body to recover.

“Then, let's start with 100 weighted squats to warm up.”

Fang Cheng silently encouraged himself, shouldering three bags of rice and gripping the openings tightly with both hands.

Then, he lowered his hips and squatted down, straightened his waist and stood upright, bearing a weight of 150 pounds to begin training his skills.

Three minutes later, he completed a set of squatting motions at a measured pace.

Next, he practiced push-ups, doing a set of 100 one-handed fist push-ups.

As the light outside the window gradually brightened, the figure exercising slowly became clear and dynamic in the darkness.

6:45 AM.

The morning light was faint, and the sky was bright.

The scheduled training plan was completed.

Fang Cheng deliberately set aside some time to practice Zhan Zhuang and breathing techniques.

Standing in front of the window, he hunched his chest and straightened his back, uniting his waist and horse stance, his legs firmly planted.

At the same time, his abdomen expanded and contracted, his entire body trembled slightly, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible vibrato.

In the process of imitating the snoring of tigers and leopards, he silently felt the subtle changes brought about by each breath within his body.

About an hour later.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

“This skill really can't be rushed; it seems that I still need to persevere for a long time to see results…”

This battle with the experimental subject put Fang Cheng in a precarious situation for a time, and also made him realize that there are still many flaws in his attack methods.

So he was wondering if he could speed up the unlocking of new skills to further improve his strength.

Taking a short break, Fang Cheng looked again at the panel that appeared in front of him.

[Boxing lv2 (147/500)]

[Sanshou lv2 (126/500)]

[Jujutsu lv1 (239/250)]

[Muay Thai lv1 (94/250)]

[Gunmanship lv2 (132/500)]

[Swordsmanship lv2 (109/500)]

Fighting his way through the Black Gang's lair, the continuous battles had greatly increased the experience of several fighting skills.

The most important thing was that the two skills of "Gunmanship" and "Swordsmanship" had advanced by leaps and bounds, completing upgrades one after another.

Especially after using "Blade Storm" to kill the experimental subject, the swordsmanship experience soared by a full 100 points.

However, Fang Cheng actually longed in his heart for his own physical body to one day become so powerful that he could tear monsters apart with his bare hands.

Instead of relying on external weapons, or relying on skill effects with various restrictions and uncertainties.

“Able to generate a blade aura several times sharper than a normal attack…”

“Requires a large amount of mental and physical strength…”

Fang Cheng frowned and thought as he glanced over the special effect explanation of "Blade Storm."

If these two sentences are verified according to my feelings when using the skill.

The so-called "blade aura" should be a special energy condensed after the body and spirit reach a certain degree of harmony.

If that's the case.

Then, this energy should definitely not only be able to be attached to swords.

It can also be attached to fists, legs, and even all parts of the body inside and out.

Just like… the "Qigong" theory that Ma Jianguo said!

The two should be the same source and the same kind of energy in essence.

After thinking this through, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he became more determined to practice breathing techniques.

If he could truly cultivate qigong, then his strength improvement would definitely be able to reach a rapid pace.

Perhaps in the future, when facing monsters similar to "experimental subjects," one punch would be enough to penetrate their proud and powerful bodies.

“However, in addition to practicing breathing techniques, there is still a very important flaw that needs to be remedied now…”

Fang Cheng's thoughts turned, recalling the crazy state he was in when fighting the experimental subject last night.

With his 30 points of constitution and 33 points of mental attributes, if he wanted to unleash the blade aura, cut off the opponent's body, and cause substantial damage.

It would probably consume one-third of his physical and mental strength.

That is to say, one battle could use the "Blade Storm" at most three times.

Even if relying on potential stimulation to restore physical strength, the mental state would still be sluggish.

If he forcibly used the skill effect in that situation, he might lose his mind again and fall into a manic state.

At the thought of this, Lin Chuqiao's suggestion appeared in Fang Cheng's mind.

“Perhaps I should indeed learn meditation and exercise my mental will in daily life…”

Fang Cheng pondered, looking out the window at the scene after sunrise.

After a night of heavy snow, the tops of the old factory street's uneven buildings were covered with a thick layer of snow.

In the sunlight, they looked like rolling snow-capped mountains.

The narrow streets under the tenement building were also completely covered in white, becoming purer and cleaner than usual.

Many children ran out early in the morning, cheering and piling up snowmen, playing snowball fights.

Looking at this scene, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel much better.

After making a plan, he turned and walked back to the living room, turning on the TV.

As usual, he watched the news and weather forecast while wiping the sweat from his face and body.

“This station reports that at around ten o'clock last night, the police raided a secret warehouse in Dongdu Port and successfully cracked a major human trafficking case. A fierce gun battle broke out during the operation, and several criminals were killed…”

The host's voice echoed in the living room as she broadcasted the news.

Fang Cheng walked out of the bathroom and took a special look.

He saw a few familiar figures flash across the TV screen.

Ma Donghe, Chen Yingjun, Zhou Yongnian.

Although their faces were blurred, people who knew them could still recognize their appearance.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly. After understanding the handling of the case, he prepared to make breakfast.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Fang Cheng quickly walked to the entrance and looked out through the peephole.

Seeing Wen Xin standing at the door, he opened the door.

“Brother, this is sweet soup that I made with Mom, please eat it.”

Wen Xin carefully held a bowl in both hands.

After seeing Fang Cheng, she immediately breathed white air into her mouth and said carefully:

“There are red beans, taro, and small glutinous rice balls inside, it's very delicious.”

Seeing the heat still rising from the bowl, Fang Cheng quickly took it and let her come in quickly.

Next to the dining table.

Fang Cheng picked up his chopsticks unceremoniously and enjoyed the breakfast that the little girl had carefully prepared for him.

Wen Xin sat aside watching him eat, her eyes blinking and her lips moving slightly.

Fang Cheng noticed her expression and asked:

“What's wrong, do you have something to say?”

“Brother…”

Wen Xin hesitated for a moment:

“After we finish breakfast, can we go out and play snowball fights for a while? I haven't played in a long time.”

She said softly, with a look of longing in her eyes.

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, and then readily nodded in agreement:

“Let's call Sister Zhou too, and we'll all have a snowball fight and make a snowman!”

Wen Xin heard this and immediately clapped her hands happily and cheered.

A sincere smile appeared on Fang Cheng's face.

It's rare to have such good weather, so let's take a day off today.