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Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, dispelling the lingering darkness of night.

With constant "whooshing" sounds in the air, dappled light and shadows swayed, like dancing sprites.

A muscular figure practiced shadowboxing in the cramped bedroom, throwing vigorous and powerful punches.

When he punched, the veins on his arms bulged, like a fully drawn bowstring, and the sound of power surging and gathering within could be heard.

As he kicked, the muscles in his legs bulged, like a tightly wound spring released in an instant. With one kick, the air current lifted the curtains, rolling them up high.

Bathed in the morning light, the muscle lines, as if forged from fine steel, appeared even more pronounced, with sharp edges and distinct features.

As the movements unfolded, the muscles rippled and contracted like waves, flowing smoothly and naturally.

It was as if this was a silent performance of strength and beauty.

On the desk, the cassette player had long stopped turning, and the hands of the alarm clock moved unhurriedly.

The sunlight grew thicker and more intense, pouring down in large swaths through the curtains.

The light transformed from fine threads into beams, and the brightness increased exponentially, outlining that agile figure like a war god, as if draped in a layer of shimmering golden gauze.

However, at this moment, sweat poured from his forehead like a burst dam, rolling down his resolute face as if carved by a knife.

"Patta," "Patta."

Constantly hitting the old floor under his feet, splashing up tiny but scalding "water droplets."

The air was filled with a feverish scent, as if one had arrived in the sweltering heat of summer.

"Huff... Huff..."

Fang Cheng's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

After a whole night of high-intensity boxing practice, his physical strength had long been exhausted to its limit.

His clothes and pants were soaked with sweat and had been casually taken off and thrown on the ground.

The various disturbances of the outside world were torn apart, burned, and reduced to ashes with each punch.

Only this square inch of space remained before him, as the battlefield for the strong.

Bang!

A sudden explosion abruptly broke the silence, caused by the fierce wind of the fist.

Fang Cheng stopped abruptly, his knees heavily kneeling on the floor.

As if he had exhausted the last of his strength, he allowed his tired body, which had completed the final punch, to find a moment of support.

But his spine still stubbornly remained straight, and his hands slowly joined together and placed in front of his chest.

Finally, he ended this almost perverted practice with a ritualistic kneeling salute, and only then did his whole body completely relax.

Fang Cheng leaned forward slightly, his hands supporting him on the ground, feeling his throat so dry that it was about to smoke.

Each breath seemed to be pulling at his exhausted body, making a heavy sound.

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly raised his head.

Looking at the panel in front of him that was even more dazzling than the sunlight, the corners of his mouth could not help but lift, revealing an equally brilliant smile.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached perfection and has reached the master level]

[Muay Thai lv2 (0/500)]

[Acquire enhancement reward, skill effect "Super Armor"]

Looking at the prompt information for the skill upgrade, the exhaustion on Fang Cheng's face suddenly disappeared, filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He had never tried practicing boxing for such a long time like this.

To be honest, even if he activated the Focus skill and entered a state of single-mindedness and full effort, it would only last for a few hours at most before his spirit would be on the verge of collapse.

However, this time, the situation was completely different.

Fang Cheng had relied entirely on his steel-like physique, forged by countless hours of training, and his tenacious and unyielding will, like a raging fire, to persevere.

Perhaps it was precisely because he had experienced such rigorous boxing practice that it was confirmed in the extra enhancement after the skill upgrade.

Fang Cheng licked his dry, peeling lips, his eyes fixed on the specific content of the skill effect.

"A strong fighting will like a burning flame fills the whole body, immune to all control skills for 3 seconds, reduces damage taken by 50%, during which all actions will not be interrupted, and no pain or fear will be felt."

This skill effect, figuratively speaking, is like the super-armor state in a fighting game.

Bearing all the damage, continuously unleashing moves, even if the enemy is allowed to hit him while standing, he will not fall.

Although the duration of 3 seconds seems relatively short.

But if used properly, the effect can be extremely amazing, playing a key role in determining the outcome.

In the game, you can predict that the enemy is about to release control skills or ultimate moves, and activate the super-armor state in advance to counter it, creating an advantage for subsequent battles.

In real combat, Fang Cheng can completely rely on this skill effect to do more.

For example, using it in conjunction with "Qilin Arm" to create at least 3 seconds of uninterrupted charging time, allowing him to successfully release a big move.

Or quickly engage in close combat, activating the skill, a barrage of attacks follows, using continuous combination punches, elbow strikes, and knee strikes alternately, leaving the opponent with no power to parry.

It can also be used to instantly activate the skill when being attacked by the enemy at close range and life is threatened, using a near-invincible state to fight back and turn passivity into initiative.

This state is the perfect time to seize the opportunity to unleash full burst output.

Charging forward, breaking the boat, and executing combat actions without any scruples within 3 seconds, without worrying about control, damage, and negative status interference.

In the end, it's a matter of toughness, seeing who can't stand the fierce collision first and collapses with a bang.

Fang Cheng's heart was surging, and he couldn't help but imagine the scene of both sides attacking each other madly without any reservations in his mind.

That feeling of flesh-to-flesh contact seemed to be personally experienced, burning with fighting spirit.

After resting for a while, Fang Cheng took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Then he moved his tired body, got up again, and looked at the time displayed on the alarm clock on the table.

It was already 8:52.

The batteries of the cassette player placed next to it had run out, and the tape had long stopped turning.

He reached out and pulled open the curtains, and pushed open the window.

The warm sunlight immediately poured into the room like a golden stream, surging and leaping.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath of the fresh air that poured in, taking the slightest coolness into his nostrils and all the way down his trachea.

Letting the vibrant breath flow through his lungs, he quietly enjoyed this moment of tranquility and beauty.

After practicing boxing for more than ten hours.

His legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and his arms were sore.

But Fang Cheng's eyes were still shining brightly, and he had never been so clear and firm.

Because, he had once again broken through his previous limits, taking a solid step forward on this path to becoming stronger.

Even if the road ahead is still full of thorns, he has the confidence to raise his fists and face everything.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he gathered his mind.

Immediately, facing the rising sun, he opened his crotch, lowered his waist, and assumed a horse stance.

Hululu --

As his whole body trembled slightly, the faint roar of tigers and leopards was exhaled from his nostrils.

The long, slender stream of air naturally injected from the nostrils and flowed down in order.

It was as if a breeze was blowing through the internal organs, giving rise to a sense of coolness.

After that, a sweet spring emerged from the abdomen, gurgling and flowing, seeping into the limbs and bones, irrigating and moisturizing the parched land.

Bathed in the sunlight, Fang Cheng's pores appeared particularly clear.

It felt as if his entire body was illuminated, absorbing the purest energy from nature.

With each inhale and exhale, true energy circulated through his body, alleviating muscle fatigue and lubricating worn joints.

A muffled rumble echoed continuously within the room, as his breath was inhaled and exhaled, endlessly repeating, metabolizing.

“Hoo------”

Two streams of white vapor burst forth from his nostrils like arrows.

After practicing Qigong for half an hour, Fang Cheng slowly stood up as he completed the final breathing exercise.

Then, unhurriedly, he moved his hands and feet, stretching each limb, his joints emitting a series of subtle "crackling" sounds.

The leaden heaviness he had felt in his body significantly lessened, and every sore muscle seemed to be reawakened, radiating vibrant energy.

It was as if a warm and constant stream of energy flowed through him, an indescribable feeling of comfort.

With his fatigue alleviated, Fang Cheng turned swiftly and pushed open the bedroom door.

He hurried to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out two bottles of sports drink.

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His thumb pressed against the bottle cap, and with a slight force, a soft "pop" sounded as the bottle opened.

Fang Cheng tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, the cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach, bringing a surge of stimulation.

It instantly invigorated every cell in his body, dispelling the remaining fatigue and bringing a sense of physical rejuvenation.

After finishing both bottles, Fang Cheng tossed them into the trash can, wiped his mouth, and revealed a satisfied smile.

Immediately afterward, he took out a pile of ready-to-eat chicken breast sandwiches, braised beef, and marinated chicken legs from the refrigerator.

He sat at the dining table, wolfing down the food while internally examining his body, observing its recovery.

This relatively gentle Qigong practice had a very significant effect on conditioning his overdrawn physical strength and muscle fatigue.

However, the azure ocean within his dantian had diminished slightly compared to before.

Since the battle with Jiang Chen that night, Fang Cheng had refrained from absorbing the ancient remains for safety reasons.

Now it seemed that relying on daily breathing exercises and consuming large amounts of food to replenish true energy was too slow.

Considering the many hidden dangers around him, Fang Cheng's mind flickered, deciding that it was best to maintain a full state at all times.

The metal box and duffel bag stored at Zhou Xiumei's place had already been retrieved.

Later, he could try absorbing the radiation energy of the ancient bones at home, under proper protection measures, to restore the true energy in his dantian to near perfection.

Fang Cheng grabbed a chicken leg in one hand and a sandwich in the other, tearing into them with large bites.

His cheeks puffed out as he chewed, the speed of swallowing unable to keep up with the urgency of eating, crumbs constantly falling from the corners of his mouth, which he ignored.

The power contained within true energy was indeed astonishing.

Once unleashed, it could often turn the tide of battle in an instant, catching the enemy off guard.

However, each time he used true energy in actual combat, his own consumption was also very significant.

Sometimes, Fang Cheng was even reluctant to use this power easily.

After all, this stuff was, on some level, equivalent to his own life energy.

Once over-depleted, it would not only endanger his physical health but might even affect his lifespan.

Therefore, how to skillfully use it in actual combat and improve the efficiency of true energy usage had become a crucial issue for Fang Cheng to solve.

Only in this way could he obtain the greatest victory at the smallest cost in future battles with enemies.

The food in his hand continued to be sent to his mouth, his stomach gradually feeling full, but his thoughts were still swirling in his mind.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he looked at the skill panel.

Perhaps only after the "Qigong" skill level was raised to the master level could this inefficient usage situation be expected to improve.

However.

When his gaze fell on the prompt information that only 2 experience points had been added after the Qigong practice, Fang Cheng felt somewhat helpless.

The speed at which experience was gained by practicing skills routinely was about as fast as a snail's pace.

He didn't know how long it would take to achieve this exclusive skill advancement by relying on slow and steady effort.

Currently, the most efficient shortcut to improve, besides combat, was to try to fuse other skills.

By leveraging the complementary and mutually beneficial characteristics between different skills, he could achieve leapfrog growth and obtain additional exclusive skill enhancement effects.

With this thought in mind, Fang Cheng's gaze swept across the panel, looking at the three similar skills that could be fused with "Qigong."

[Bone Setting lv0 (43/100)]

[Acupressure lv0 (20/100)]

[Massage lv0 (19/100)]

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The footsteps of the Spring Festival were approaching day by day.

The weather had been very nice for the past few days leading up to the New Year.

The bright sunshine added a bit of warmth and festive atmosphere to the winter days.

The residents of Old Factory Street were all decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, hanging couplets on their doors, creating a fiery and prosperous scene.

In front of Lin Fusheng's traumatology clinic, a group of children were running and playing with each other on the street.

They constantly threw firecrackers on the ground, which exploded with "crackling" sounds, eliciting cheers.

Wen Xin stood quietly in the store, her face pressed against the glass door, her eyes looking out through that transparent barrier, gazing at the lively world outside.

"If you want to play, go out and play for a while."

Fang Cheng had a smile on his face as he stepped forward and persuaded, "It's good to make some friends."

Wen Xin shook her head slightly and replied in a low voice:

"Those firecrackers are too dangerous; it would hurt a lot if they accidentally landed on someone."

Although she said that, her eyes were still fixed on the outside, a hint of longing flashing in her eyes.

Fang Cheng gently patted her shoulder and didn't say anything more.

Wen Xin's life experiences since childhood had made her seem overly introverted and insecure, and she still needed to slowly adjust her mindset and cultivate an optimistic and cheerful side.

Fang Cheng turned around and saw Wen Huiyi, who was busy giving a customer a massage.

Her technique was very skilled, her expression serious, and her face did not have the usual pale, sickly look, but rather a bit of rosy color.

"At least, everyone's lives are developing in a good direction…"

Fang Cheng sighed silently in his heart.

For the past two or three days, he had been helping out here.

Since his body shape had changed a lot recently, it was not suitable to expose his muscles and work as a sparring partner.

Fang Cheng simply didn't go to the club to work, but instead ran to Master Lin's traumatology clinic to focus on practicing medical skills.

Over the past few days, the experience of bone setting, massage, and acupressure had all increased a lot.

Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and the traumatology clinic would also begin to take a holiday break.

As for the hospital, he had just made a phone call with his uncle and learned that his grandfather could be discharged in the afternoon.

Fang Cheng relaxed, and seeing that the store was not busy at the moment, he planned to say hello to Master Lin and prepare to get off work to pick up his grandfather from the hospital.

Just then, the glass door was pushed open roughly with a "crash."

A young man with yellow hair stumbled in.

He was bruised and swollen, his clothes were torn in several places, his face was full of panic and anxiety, and he panted and shouted:

"Mr. ... Mr. Fang, something bad happened, something happened to my big brother!"