Start the liver experience with push-ups

Fang Cheng stood quietly in this peaceful morning exercise area.

Emerald shadows swayed around him, rustling softly.

The entire forest seemed to be gently swaying and whispering in the breeze.

The grass on the ground was covered with crystal-clear dewdrops, shimmering with tiny sparkles in the morning light.

Fang Cheng held his breath, his legs slightly bent, like a taut bow ready to be released, quietly gathering the strength of his entire body.

His eyes were fixed on the front, as if there was an invisible and powerful enemy there.

Whoosh~

A wisp of breeze brushed his cheek, carrying a hint of the unique fresh scent of the mountain forest.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his right foot stomped on the ground, and his left foot leaped out swiftly.

His entire body suddenly resembled a loom tightened to its limit, suddenly released, and the force of the wind blew away the dewdrops beside him.

His right arm, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, lashed out violently, his fist like a cannonball fired from a gun, tearing through the air and whistling forward.

The speed of this punch was too fast, so fast that it surpassed the limit of sound.

The air was extremely compressed in a very short period of time, forming a layer of nearly visible transparent shock wave in front of the fist.

Then, with a loud "bang!"

It was like a thunderclap exploding on the ground, shaking all the surrounding leaves.

Countless dewdrops were shattered into finer water droplets by this sudden loud noise, rolling down.

The air instantly sparkled with tiny lights, like a dreamlike crystal rain, beautiful but with a thrilling shock.

The aftershocks of the sonic boom continued to reverberate, instantly spreading throughout the park and forest, startling the birds perched on the branches.

They fluttered their wings, chirping in a panicked manner, further breaking the tranquility of the morning.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh -- whoosh whoosh whoosh --

Fang Cheng's arms retracted and extended like lightning, continuously punching the air in front of him several times.

The sharp whistling of the fist wind, intertwined with the continuous roar of sonic booms, was like playing a violent battle song.

Although it didn't have the same grandeur as the previous charged attack, it still possessed a shocking deterrent force that made the onlookers feel frightened.

His fists alternated in attack, like a machine gun firing wildly, each swing leaving a blurred afterimage in the air.

The surrounding grass was pressed to the ground by the whistling wind, as if surrendering and marveling at this speed and explosive power that surpassed human limits.

Clap!

Fang Cheng stopped and withdrew his hand, instantly withdrawing from the storm-like battle.

The surrounding air currents surged, and the residual rhythm of the fist wind still lingered.

The ground under his feet was bare, revealing yellowish-brown soil, with himself as the center, presenting a scene as if swept by a storm.

The fallen leaves that had originally covered the ground were now all rolled up and flying in the air, spinning around.

Like a group of fluttering golden butterflies, they slowly fell after a long time.

The burst of energy in a short few seconds, creating such an astonishing momentum, naturally attracted the attention of the early morning exercisers around.

Soon, the sound of footsteps and voices came intermittently from far and near.

Fang Cheng quickly put on his clothes and pants, and then slowly stretched his arms, doing chest expansion exercises.

Pretending to be equally curious, he looked around, as if also looking for the "culprit" who made the noise and disturbed the tranquility of the morning.

After those who came after hearing the sound gradually dispersed, Fang Cheng's eyes sank slightly, revealing excitement again.

He lowered his head and looked at his flushed fists, which still retained the heat generated by the violent friction with the air.

Fang Cheng knew what this meant.

That was the residual warmth of power, and also the witness of the physical body breaking through the limits of biology and moving towards a higher peak.

From a scientific point of view, the speed of sound in air is about 340 meters per second. When the speed of an object exceeds this value, it will break the sound barrier and produce a strong sonic boom phenomenon.

At the moment when Fang Cheng punched, he extremely compressed the air in front of him, forming a visible shock wave, and the subsequent loud noise was like a thunderclap on the ground, shocking the surrounding vegetation.

This is similar to the principle of supersonic flight of bullets.

When a bullet is fired from the barrel, it relies on the powerful thrust generated by the explosion of gunpowder to instantly gain extremely high speed, break through the sound barrier, and the sharp whistling sound is a manifestation of the sonic boom.

However, the bullet relies on the mechanical force given by the gun, while he relies on his own body that has been tempered and refined.

Of course, Fang Cheng also knew very well that it was not easy for the human body to withstand this kind of explosive force that surpassed the limits of biology.

Because every time a fist strikes at supersonic speed, the pressure on the body is extremely huge.

As the framework supporting the body, the bones must first bear the strong impact of the instantaneous burst, which requires the bones to have extraordinary strength and toughness, otherwise they are prone to fractures.

In the process of high-speed contraction and relaxation, muscle tissue must not only provide power, but also cope with the pulling force brought by the reaction of force, like a rubber band stretched to the limit, with the risk of rupture at any time.

In addition, internal organs will also be affected. Strong vibrations are transmitted through the body, which may cause internal organs to shift, be damaged, and cause serious consequences such as vomiting blood and dizziness.

Just like missiles and other aircraft want to break through the sound barrier, they must first solve the material problem.

The shock wave generated by the sound barrier will cause huge pressure on the surface of the aircraft, and ordinary materials will instantly deform and tear.

Therefore, it is necessary to develop high-strength, high-temperature resistant, and impact-resistant special alloys to ensure the structural integrity of the aircraft before it can safely cross the sound barrier.

Further up, breaking through the heat barrier and the black barrier, the requirements for materials are even more stringent. The high temperature generated by the violent friction with the air can soften and melt the metal, devouring everything.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes slightly at this moment, carefully feeling the real sonic boom effect he had just exerted.

Fortunately, he only burst out for a few seconds, and the punching distance was very short, so the burden on his body was relatively small.

Even so.

If his physique had not reached the key indicator of 40 points, and he had forcibly erupted relying solely on strength and agility attributes, the consequences would be hard to say.

I am afraid that at the moment of punching, the bones and muscles would be crushed, and he would not be able to withstand the overwhelming impact.

As a carbon-based creature, the human body has a natural limit to its tolerance. Without the support of a strong physique, every high-intensity exertion is like overdrawing one's own life essence.

Taking the lightest and most agile jab as an example, the speed of Fang Cheng's punch is probably around the speed of sound, which is about the same as a bullet fired from an ordinary pistol.

And after charging up, the punch that burst out with all its strength should have exceeded the speed of sound by a lot.

Like a real cannonball, wherever it goes, the momentum is amazing.

If strength is the erupting gunpowder, providing strong firepower support for defeating the opponent.

Agility is the stretched loom, giving the body a more agile and rapid response ability.

Then, physique is the foundation that guarantees the normal operation of various organs and tissues, and it is the key to creating a human weapon.

Feeling the super explosive power brought about by the comprehensive breakthrough of his physical body, Fang Cheng couldn't help but once again rejoice at how wise his training strategy of prioritizing physical improvement was.

The park in the woods returned to tranquility, with the birds' melodious chirping rising and falling, as if playing a morning serenade.

Fang Cheng then practiced the horse stance, using breathing techniques to regulate his internal organs and soothe muscle fatigue.

After practicing Qigong for a while, he ended this short morning exercise that lasted about an hour.

In the dappled shade of the trees, Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the panel, examining the experience points gained and the degree of improvement in various skills.

When he saw the two skills "Handstand Push-up" and "Leg Raise", his eyes couldn't help but flicker slightly.

You should know that after the agility attribute breaks through 40 points, it's not just the body's movement speed that gets a significant boost, but also flexibility, balance, and the degree of body control are greatly enhanced.

Then, correspondingly, the ability to stay in the air should also be improved to a certain extent, right?

Thinking to himself, Fang Cheng glanced at the sports watch on his wrist.

The dial clearly displayed the current time, steps, heart rate, distance traveled, average speed, and other numbers under the sunlight.

Looking at the constantly jumping sports data, Fang Cheng muttered to himself:

"Why not try again?"

Looking up at his surroundings, it was now past seven o'clock, and the number of people exercising in the morning was obviously gradually increasing.

On the originally quiet forest path, figures passed by from time to time, either jogging or walking.

Some people were also walking towards the park, obviously fitness enthusiasts who had come here specifically to exercise.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, deciding to find a more secluded place.

His gaze suddenly swept around, looking into the depths of the forest, searching for a more suitable venue.

He found that as he went further up, the trees became denser and the road became steeper.

Presumably, there should be fewer people jogging near the top of the mountain.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately stepped out of the park.

He brushed past several fitness enthusiasts, and then ran along the stone path towards the top of the mountain.

It took less than ten minutes, and Fang Cheng quickly found a perfect place to test his abilities.

This was the edge of the forest located at the neck of the mountain, and a few more steps forward would be a very steep cliff.

Visually estimating the distance to the relatively flat area at the bottom of the slope, it was about thirty to forty meters high.

Standing on it and looking into the distance, you could almost see half of Yulong Lake.

The wide lake surface sparkled in the sunlight, like a huge mirror, reflecting the sky and the surrounding mountains.

There were also some people running by the lake, their small figures like moving black dots, blending into the vast lake and mountains.

Fang Cheng retracted his gaze, stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked down.

A cliff of more than thirty meters is at least the height of an eleven-story building.

This height has actually exceeded his limit for high-altitude jumping.

However, Fang Cheng can also rely on his ability to stay in the air far beyond ordinary people to cushion the falling speed, so as to gain more time to adjust his posture and land safely in the air.

Moreover, the cliff is not completely vertical. If he encounters uncontrollable danger, he can also rely on the strength of his limbs to grab the rock crevices and forcibly decelerate.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng once again looked up at the distant Yulong Lake.

The open view and the sparkling lake surface seemed to inject endless power into his heart.

Then he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and expelled all distracting thoughts from his body.

Fang Cheng raised his wrist and first adjusted the sports watch to timing mode.

Then he moved his limbs to adjust his physical state and standing posture.

Feeling the solidity conveyed by the ground under his feet, he then squatted slightly, half-squatting like a cheetah ready to go.

His eyes were fixed on the landing point below, and his brain was running fast, calculating the best jumping angle and strength.

After a while, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and with an indomitable momentum, he leaped towards the bottom of the cliff.

His legs were like a pair of strong springs, instantly catapulting his body into the air, drawing a parabola.

Just as he was about to reach the highest point, Fang Cheng immediately reached out and pressed the timer on the sports watch.

A gust of wind blew from behind, as if gently lifting his body, creating a moment of stagnation.

Fang Cheng twisted his waist and abdomen, his whole body muscles tensed, contending with gravity, trying to prolong this feeling of weightlessness as much as possible.

At this moment, everything around seemed to stand still, only the sound of his heartbeat echoed powerfully in his ears.

Thump, thump.

Also at this moment, Fang Cheng suddenly felt a subtle change in the airflow.

The airflow turned into a pair of invisible hands, gently pushing his body, wanting to help him continue to move forward in the air.

The wind direction seemed to have reached some kind of seamless fit with his own posture and the direction of force.

In this instant, Fang Cheng felt that he had become one with the wind, feeling an unprecedented sense of harmony.

As a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Fang Cheng immediately decided to use the precious time in the air to adjust his body posture again according to his feelings.

His arms spread out slightly, like a bird spreading its wings, looking for the best balance point.

Then he merged into the wind, following the direction of the surging airflow, while resisting the pull of gravity, while trying to move his body forward during the descent.

The wind howled and kept pouring into his ears, and the whole world was tilting downwards at a strange angle.

But Fang Cheng, like an athlete participating in wingsuit flying, followed the wind direction and glided forward.

His heartbeat accelerated sharply, his clothes and hair rustled in the wind, and the airflow was like a surging tide, wave after wave, engulfing him.

As if dancing with the wind, Fang Cheng stretched his body as much as possible, keenly capturing every movement of the airflow, and relying on his super-airtime ability to find a glimmer of life in the violent, tidal airflow.

Each time he skillfully adjusted his posture and continued to glide for a distance, Fang Cheng felt more and more deeply the freedom of breaking free from constraints and enjoyed the ultimate pleasure of flying.

As the whole person drew a long arc along the steep slope below the cliff.

Then he passed through the dense forest of branches and leaves, and the distance from the ground became closer and closer.

The body also changed from a light state to a heavy state again, and the speed of free fall became faster and faster.

Fang Cheng's arms swung slightly like wings, trying to meet the upcoming impact in the most perfect posture.

Bang!

Fortunately, the force of landing was not too great.

Fang Cheng followed the inertia and quickly jogged forward a few steps on the grass to cushion the impact, and then stood firmly.

"Huff—"

A mouthful of turbid air that had been held in his chest was exhaled for a long time.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists and felt the sweat oozing from his palms, which was the product of the interweaving of tension and excitement.

As his mind calmed down, he looked at the sports watch that had just been stopped when he landed.

This jump of more than thirty meters actually glided in the air for about 8.4 seconds.

Then he turned around and looked up at the cliff he had just jumped off of. From the top to where he was standing now, there was a distance of 116 meters.