Start the liver experience with push-ups

It was past two in the morning, and the sound of police sirens still echoed intermittently.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a pale glow across half the room, adding to the unease of the night.

Fang Cheng lay on his side on the sofa, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

His mind kept replaying the various secrets he had heard in the chat room.

Now, one thing was certain.

The unusual mental attack he had encountered while meditating was not the Smiling Devil's doing.

It must have come from that mysterious person, the so-called Ghoul Leader.

And the reason why He Yao had turned into a terrifying ghoul was likely due to being infected by the black rain, resulting in some kind of mutation.

In this world, the factors that lead to the formation of all monsters are different, but they all have a special source.

As early as the primitive tribal period thousands of years ago, there were legends about gods and demons.

Some lucky humans accidentally obtained mysterious powers, which gave them authority and status over other ordinary tribesmen, allowing them to control life and death.

Some were blinded by power, becoming man-eating monsters who committed all kinds of evil.

Others relied on their powerful strength to slay demons, quell disasters, and become half-human, half-divine heroes in myths and legends.

Eventually, these heroes formed clans based on their bloodlines, creating city-states on the earth, leading mankind to explore the wilderness and move towards civilization.

The abilities they possessed were also inherited by their direct descendants through genetic inheritance.

However, as time passed, the clans gradually multiplied and expanded.

The bloodlines of the descendants gradually became thinner, and their relationship with the ancestral blood source became more and more distant, approaching nothingness.

Correspondingly, humans with extraordinary abilities also began to become rare, one in ten thousand.

This point is actually reflected in the myths of various countries.

For example, the separation of heaven and earth, isolating the boundary between gods and humans.

Or the degradation of golden humans, silver humans, bronze humans, and iron humans.

However.

Even so, due to special triggering reasons or under specific conditions, ordinary people still have a chance to experience a phenomenon of reversion to their ancestors, reactivating the abilities hidden in their bloodline genes.

This process is called "awakening."

Whether it's scions of influential families or various monsters, the essence is the same, only the degree of awakening is different.

They are all at the top of the food chain, carnivores who can manipulate the fate of ordinary people.

It's just that the power of the scions is relatively more stable, with fewer hidden dangers, and their appearance is not much different from ordinary people.

Monsters, on the other hand, are more mentally deranged, and their bodies may even mutate, so they are rejected from mainstream human society and can only hide in dark corners, regarding themselves as monsters.

Speaking of which, the ancestors of everyone in modern society can actually be traced back to the tribal period.

Everyone has the potential to awaken abilities, it's just a matter of probability.

Of course, those aristocratic families are not immutable from ancient times, and they will also decline due to bloodline decay, causing their descendants to become ordinary people again.

In the Smiling Devil's explanation, his and Fang Cheng's bloodlines both originated from once-fallen aristocratic families.

Although they awakened their abilities, due to the lack of family protection, they would eventually go down the same path of self-destruction as those monsters.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

Lin Chuqiao and Pan Wendi should be from rather mysterious aristocratic families.

The door of the inner bedroom was gently pushed open.

Then, a slender and graceful figure quietly walked out.

She held a blanket in her hands, her footsteps very light, as if afraid of disturbing the man sleeping on the sofa.

The faint moonlight shone on her delicate and fair face, like a tender lily.

It was Zhou Xiumei, who was also unable to sleep.

She gazed at the motionless Fang Cheng, first bending down and carefully tucking in the opened corner of the blanket.

Then, she gently placed the blanket she was holding on top of the quilt.

After doing all this, Zhou Xiumei did not leave, but quietly squatted in front of the sofa.

The moonlight was soft, and the cool breeze gently fluttered the curtains.

The flickering neon lights created a strange and peaceful atmosphere throughout the room.

Fang Cheng's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was slow and even, and he lay quietly on the sofa.

Zhou Xiumei rested her chin on her hand, her eyes blinking, intently observing the sleeping man.

Sometimes her brows furrowed with worry, and sometimes the corners of her lips turned up with joy.

Her heart couldn't help but flutter, and she couldn't help but reach out her slender fingers, gently and carefully stroking his handsome face.

The high nose, thin lips, and thick eyebrows rebelliously raised upwards, flying diagonally into his temples like swords.

His face was like a sculpture, with distinct features, and the angular outline was simply flawless.

When his spirited eyes were covered by his eyelids, he lost some of his sharp domineering aura and gained a bit of gentle and jade-like temperament, which made him appear more approachable.

Looking at the peaceful scene before her, Zhou Xiumei's eyes couldn't help but become a little blurred.

Suddenly, she saw the man's eyelashes twitch slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Her fingers trembled instantly, and she was so frightened that she immediately stood up and hurriedly ran back to the bedroom.

Thump, thump, thump.

This time, the sound of footsteps was obviously much louder.

When Zhou Xiumei carefully closed the bedroom door again.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng, who was lying on the sofa, opened his eyes.

He looked towards the bedroom with bright eyes and a smile on his lips.

Immediately, he shook his head and sighed inwardly.

The sound of sirens could still be heard outside, and his thoughts were still complicated, making it difficult to fall asleep.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of peace and warmth in his heart.

"Good night… …"

Fang Cheng said softly, then closed his eyes.

Soon his mind calmed down, his breathing became long, and he entered a dream peacefully and silently.

Outside the window, the moonlight gradually faded, and the night was as gentle as water.

The unextinguished lights also changed from clear to hazy.

Time flowed slowly, taking away many external noises.

A faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

"Huff — — — —"

Fang Cheng exhaled comfortably and opened his eyes again.

He looked up at the slightly bright window, the glass covered with mist-like raindrops.

Everything was quiet, and he could hear the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the ground.

"I actually overslept a bit… …"

Fang Cheng stretched lazily, quickly lifted the quilt and blanket, and climbed off the sofa.

Even if it was raining, it couldn't stop a heart eager to exercise and become stronger.

Looking back at Zhou Xiumei's closed bedroom door, Fang Cheng gently opened the door that had been kicked broken, and then gently closed it again.

Then, he strode out.

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In the tenement building, on the rooftop.

It was a little after 7:00 in the morning, and the continuous drizzle brought a touch of peace to the world.

After a night of disturbance, the vast majority of residents in Old Factory Street were still in their dreams.

The gray sky was like a heavy velvet cloth, covering the faint morning light.

The city shrouded in overcast rain looked particularly cold and silent.

Fang Cheng was wearing a pair of shorts, barefoot on the wet cement floor.

Raindrops slowly fell from the clouds, like thousands of fine needles, hitting his body with an icy chill.

Fang Cheng ignored it, just repeating the action of squatting and standing up.

Until he completed the last set, the 250th squat.

Then, he gently placed the 500-pound barbell he had been carrying on his shoulders.

A light blue screen appeared.

A long string of information flowed past his eyes like a stream.

[Focus Experience + 3]

[Tai Chi Experience + 6]

[Push-up Experience + 15]

[Squat Experience + 18]

[Pull-up Experience + 22]

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After reviewing the skill experience points gained from this morning exercise, Fang Cheng looked up at the distant street.

The entire city was still gray and hazy, appearing blurry and indistinct.

The tall buildings loomed in and out of sight in the rain, as mysterious as a mirage.

Although he woke up later than usual, he finished his morning exercise earlier.

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Mainly because last night's battle had improved many of his combat skills.

So Fang Cheng didn't practice shadowboxing today, only practiced Tai Chi a little more, which freed up more time for his morning exercise.

Whoosh—

Raindrops lashed against his face, piercing his skin, causing a slight stinging sensation.

The rain, which had started at three or four in the morning, seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Fang Cheng had no intention of retreating, but instead felt a strange sense of excitement.

He brushed back the wet hair from his forehead and looked at the panel again.

[Handstand Push-up Lv1 (243/250)]

He needed only 7 more experience points to reach the master level.

Perhaps he could work harder today and try to break through this skill as well.

With this thought, Fang Cheng's desire to exercise was rekindled, and he immediately turned his attention to the other training equipment piled aside.

He then bent down and picked up the tightly bound straps filled with iron blocks, and tied them one by one to his thighs, calves, upper arms, forearms, waist, chest, and back.

Next, he tightened each tensioner to ensure that the iron blocks were secure enough and would not fall off easily.

After re-equipping himself with these more than 200 pounds of weights, he began additional handstand push-up training.

Fang Cheng supported himself on the wet concrete floor with both hands, the distance between his arms about shoulder-width apart.

Then, he took a deep breath, and with a slight exertion of his waist and abdomen, he raised his legs high.

His whole body was instantly inverted, hanging in the air.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind mixed with cold raindrops swept over him.

Fang Cheng's torso remained motionless, his legs slightly apart, quickly adjusting his posture in the wind and rain.

The handstand push-up is a very challenging exercise, and can be said to be the most difficult skill among the six arts of the prisoner.

It also carries a certain risk, such as losing balance, which may lead to falls, shoulder or lumbar injuries, etc.

In addition to requiring the coordinated force of the shoulder, arm, waist, and back core muscles, it is also necessary to master some small skills for fine-tuning the posture in the air.

Before attempting a handstand push-up, beginners should do some basic strength and balance training in advance.

With Fang Cheng's current strength and agility attributes, completing a handstand push-up, a difficult movement for ordinary people, is simply a piece of cake.

Even carrying 200 pounds of weights, he still appeared effortless and exceptionally steady.

“1.”

“2.”

“3.”

“…”

Fang Cheng stood upside down, stepping on the gloomy sky, silently counting in his mind.

His arms sometimes bent and sometimes straightened, and the muscles on his shoulders and back bulged from time to time like hills.

He did handstand push-ups in a specific, steady rhythm.

As the number of exercises gradually increased, prompts for increasing experience points also floated past his eyes one after another.

When he counted to 50, Fang Cheng maintained the handstand position, paused, breathed out, and rested for a while.

Looking at the progress bar on the panel, which always remained at 248 points, there was no sign of breakthrough for a long time.

After a little thought, he immediately decided to challenge a more difficult movement.

One-handed handstand push-up.

For Fang Cheng, the difficulty of this movement does not lie in using the strength of one hand to support the body weight plus 200 pounds of weights.

The key is how to maintain balance when the body is suspended in the air, so as not to fall down.

If it is only to maintain a static state, it is relatively easy.

But if you are in a single-handed position with a load of 200 pounds, bending your arms to support yourself, going up and down.

Then, the balance requirements for the body can be said to be heaven-defying.

However.

Fang Cheng still intends to try it.

After resting for two minutes, he released his left hand in one breath, supporting himself on the ground with his right hand only.

The raindrops fell diagonally, blown by the wind sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west.

In this terrible environment where the wind direction was constantly changing, Fang Cheng's figure could not help but sway.

Fortunately, he had been training for a long time and had mastered a wealth of skill experience.

He quickly made a movement of slightly bending his back inward into an arc, and instantly readjusted his posture.

After finding a sense of balance, Fang Cheng tried to stabilize his swaying figure.

Then he began to bend his elbow, slowly lowering his body until his head gently touched the concrete floor.

Then he straightened his right arm to fully support the inverted body.

Finally.

He successfully completed a one-handed handstand push-up that ordinary people simply cannot achieve.

Fang Cheng's confidence greatly increased, and then he continued to repeat this movement.

Bend your arms and elbows, with your head touching the ground.

Straighten your arms and elbows, supporting your body.

The morning rain changed from fine drizzle to dense raindrops, pattering on the rising and falling body.

The chill constantly penetrated into the skin, like countless small insects biting, icy and bone-piercing.

But this little difficulty could not shake Fang Cheng's will and body at all.

With continued practice, his posture became more and more stable, and his movements became more and more fluid.

He even had the leisure to observe the scenery of the distant business district from an inverted perspective.

The elevated bridge with surging vehicles, the skyscrapers with faintly lit lights, seemed to be completely submerged in the wind and rain.

And at this moment, he was relying on the strength of one person and one hand to lift the entire city.

Fang Cheng's heart suddenly stirred.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and felt it with his heart.

He only felt that his feet could step on the dark clouds in the sky, and even the right arm supporting the ground seemed no longer needed.

Another gust of wind blew, as if gently lifting his body.

There was a faint feeling of experiencing weightlessness, overcoming the earth's gravity.

Then he drifted with the wind, walking in the air in the rain.

The city seemed to be slowly swallowed by rain at this moment.

Only a one-handed handstand, a constantly rising and falling figure, insisted on proving the meaning of his hard work.

Suddenly, the panel flashed a burst of bright and dazzling light.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skills have reached a new level and have reached the master level]

[Handstand Push-up Lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill effect “Air Walking”]

[Air Walking, allows the body and mind to fully adapt to the feeling of weightlessness, increasing balance ability and airtime by 100%]

With a “plop,”

Fang Cheng bent down, landed, straightened up again, and stood firm.

Looking at the enhancement reward for this upgrade, his eyes were full of excitement.

He looked up at the sky, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Then he took out his coat from the shelter, quickly put it on, then picked up the training equipment and ran back downstairs.