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The torrential rain came suddenly, with thunder rumbling faintly.

Raindrops hammered against the window glass incessantly.

Fang Cheng, dressed in underwear and shorts, stood barefoot on the floor, his eyes slightly closed, oblivious to the noise outside the window.

He simply repeated the squatting and standing motions.

Until he completed the last set, the 20th single-leg squat.

A blue screen appeared.

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December 5th, Saturday.

The 16th daily training session ended, and the rain was still falling.

Fang Cheng wiped off his sweat with a towel, drank a glass of boiled water, and walked to the balcony.

Silently watching the torrential rain outside the window, he felt a sense of being trapped in a cage.

His eyes flickered, revealing a hint of hesitation.

He pondered for a long time.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked towards the entrance.

From the cabinet behind the door, he took out a pair of waterproof rubber shoes and a military-green raincoat.

He put on the shoes and the raincoat.

Fang Cheng then took the keys, opened the door, and quietly walked out.

Clang.

The iron door was gently closed.

It was a little after 6 a.m. on the weekend, the sky not yet fully light.

The vast majority of neighbors were still in their dreams.

The whole building was very quiet, and besides the sound of the rain, almost no other noise could be heard.

Afterward, a faint sound of footsteps echoed in the dark stairwell.

He walked down the stairs until he stopped in front of the stairwell door.

Fang Cheng stood at the doorway and put on the hood of his raincoat.

He looked up outside.

The night was as dark as ink, making it impossible to distinguish between the sky and the earth.

Strands of rain were woven into a "rain net," permeating the entire empty and dark city.

Raindrops lashed against his face, piercingly cold, causing a slight tingling.

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

The rain at dawn was so cold and pure!

He then stepped out, leaving the tenement building that sheltered his body.

Alone, he walked through the old factory street in the rain, disappearing into the endless rain and darkness.

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Riverside Park.

The noise of people during the day had long been completely covered by the clamor of nature.

The dark field was covered with flowing water.

Four single and parallel bars of different heights stood alone.

Nearby were rustling trees, and in the distance were the blurred river and residential buildings.

At this time, in this weather, no one would come here.

However.

A figure wearing a military-green raincoat appeared here.

The rubber shoes stepped into the accumulated water, pa da, pa ta, the sound slightly stagnant.

Under the eight-foot-tall horizontal bar.

The figure looked particularly thin, like a lonely traveler climbing mountains and wading through water.

When he raised his face, a pair of eyes flickered slightly with a faint light.

The person was Fang Cheng, who was preparing to practice pull-ups.

Due to the weather and other factors.

The unlocking progress of "Convict Conditioning" continued to stall, always stuck at the fourth art, "Pull-ups."

Fang Cheng's original plan was to wait until the potential was stimulated, cooled down, and recovered, and the weather was clear before making appropriate plans.

But unforeseen circumstances arise, and human calculations are ultimately inferior to those of Heaven.

Thunder came from behind the clouds, as if suppressed by something, slightly illuminating the night.

The rain was pouring down from the sky as if it were collapsing.

The whole world was submerged by this torrential rain, as if in a doomsday scene.

Reason told Fang Cheng.

Practicing pull-ups in this kind of bad weather was a crazy and dangerous thing.

But sensibility kept whispering in his ear.

If he started to get used to making excuses for himself, to avoid facing various difficulties.

Then the difficulties would become more and more powerful, more and more insurmountable.

Until the whole person was crushed, conquered.

Adversity only makes the strong stronger, and the weak weaker!

Fang Cheng suddenly realized that he was sometimes too cautious, to the point of forgetting the original intention of becoming stronger.

He didn't want to wait any longer, didn't want to turn back into that cowardly and helpless student who was unemployed upon graduation.

"The greatest enemy of man is often himself..."

He looked up at the sky, and the cold rain instantly soaked his entire face.

Then it flowed down his neck, into his collar, causing his body to shiver.

"The only true strong are those who help themselves."

Fang Cheng muttered a sentence in a low voice, reached out and wiped his face, and walked to the horizontal bar.

Then he exerted force on the soles of his feet, leaped up, and steadily grasped the horizontal bar with both hands.

He squeezed his fingers tight and tested the feel.

"Not bad..."

Fang Cheng's expression was slightly relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the muscles in his arms tensed, and his back straightened.

He took the opportunity to pull his body up until his chin passed the bar.

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"1."

"2."

"3."

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The first few movements were completed fairly easily and freely.

After practicing for a while, he gradually felt the hindrance caused by the rain.

Not only were his palms slippery, making it difficult to grip the bar and easily causing him to lose strength.

Rainwater also kept pouring in along his sleeves.

It was wet and cold, like countless icy little snakes sliding against his skin.

Wearing clothes, his body felt even more uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng loosened his raincoat buttons.

The thermal underwear he was wearing inside was also almost soaked, and he took it off and threw it on the ground.

Bean-sized raindrops crazily pounded the ground, splashing layers of water.

Fang Cheng's naked muscular back returned to the eight-foot-tall horizontal bar.

He leaped up with force and continued to do pull-ups.

Practicing this kind of movement in the rain was fraught with danger.

Losing his grip and falling... …

Muscles too stiff, pulled... …

Exerting force incorrectly, accidentally twisting a tendon or bone... …

Even if he freed himself from the restraints and treated it as a shower.

The rain would still wet his hair, blur his vision, and disturb his mind.

The chill of nearly zero degrees constantly seeped into his body, like a knife cut, like insects gnawing.

It was simply a double torment of body and mind!

Fang Cheng activated his concentration skill and devoted himself to training with all his attention.

In this state, not only was his endurance enhanced, but also his control over his body was greatly improved.

When he did the 10th pull-up.

He noticed that the soreness in his arms was gradually increasing, but his back still didn't feel much burden.

Fang Cheng realized that his posture was not standard enough.

The most important muscles to train in pull-ups are the muscles of the shoulders and back, including the latissimus dorsi, rhomboids, and trapezius muscles.

The reason why it is so difficult for ordinary people.

In addition to the fact that these muscle groups are rarely involved in daily life, it is also a comprehensive technical movement.

Unlike push-ups and squats, which can be simply assessed by the number of repetitions or time.

Pull-ups are not just a matter of number.

It also involves the standard of posture, such as overhand grip, underhand grip, using momentum, strict pull-ups, distance width, speed fast or slow, chest up, arched back, chin over the bar, lowering to the bottom, and is also directly related to one's own weight and the material of the horizontal bar.

If each place is slightly different, the accumulation of small things will also lead to a small difference in the number of pull-ups.

With Fang Cheng's current physical fitness, he can do at least 20 pull-ups purely by arm strength.

If he uses the skillful method of borrowing force and swinging, he should be able to easily do more than 40.

But it would definitely not work to train in this way.

What Fang Cheng pursues is not the number of repetitions.

But the degree of understanding of this skill, the degree of control over the muscles of the body.

He calmed down.

He silently felt the muscle feedback after each movement was completed, and then made subtle adjustments to his posture.

Slowly, he seemed to finally find the feeling.

The latissimus dorsi suddenly contracted, generating an upward pulling force.

The biceps brachii then assisted in exerting force, pushing the body upward.

At the same time, the rhomboid and trapezius muscles were responsible for maintaining the stability and balance of the body.

"That's the feeling!"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up.

After adjusting his posture, he took a deep breath and continued to do it again.

"15."

"16."

"17."

"… …"

In the park at dawn, in the dark torrential rain.

A figure rose and fell, like a vibrant spirit of the night.