Start the liver experience with push-ups

December 17th, Thursday.

Outside the window, a misty drizzle fell.

Raindrops landed on the glass. If you pricked up your ears and listened carefully, you could hear the pleasant ticking sound.

It was just like the sound of sweat falling on the floor.

Fang Cheng's eyes were focused as he lay face down.

His feet were together, toes touching the ground, his left arm under his chest, palm on the ground.

His other hand was placed at his side, keeping his whole body in a straight line.

Then, he tightened his abdomen, slowly bent his elbows, lowering his body until his chest was close to the ground.

During this process, his body was extremely stable, without any shaking, until he reached the lowest point.

Then, he pushed his body up with force, straightening his elbows.

Silently feeling the explosive power brought by the expansion and contraction of his muscles.

After pausing for a second, he repeated the same action.

The alarm clock on the table made a subtle "tick-tock" sound.

The second hand moved tick by tick.

When the time reached 6:33.

Fang Cheng suddenly leaped up in a bow stance and stood up straight again.

His expression was quite relaxed as he stretched his arms and legs.

Looking at the multiple prompts that continuously rolled up in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

[Focus Experience +5]

[Boxing Experience +7]

[Squat Experience +21]

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

[Squat Lv2 (0/500)]

Today's training volume was not large.

He only did more than 400 single-leg squats, 200 one-handed push-ups, plus an hour and a half of shadow boxing.

The shoulder dislocation injury had basically recovered.

But for safety's sake, Fang Cheng had been doing push-ups with his left hand and had not rotated to exercise his right hand.

It was considered a warm-up type of rehabilitation training.

At two o'clock this afternoon, Zheng Haokang was going to arrive at the Global Elite Fighting Club.

Fang Cheng had therefore decided to end his sick leave and return to work.

He now needed to conserve more energy, to bring himself to the peak of mental and physical condition, to face his long-awaited opponent.

This was also the greatest respect for the strong in his mind!

With a slight glint in his eyes, Fang Cheng looked at the strengthening reward he had just received for leveling up the "Squat" skill.

[9 Free Attribute Points]

After thinking for a moment, he did not choose to add points.

It was not out of contempt.

But because he had an idea in his mind.

He wanted to use himself as a benchmark, and actual combat as an evaluation method.

To compare how much difference there was between "Mad Dog Goro Majima" and the world-class boxing champion who represented the peak of human physical fitness.

Fang Cheng walked to the bathroom, scooped up a handful of cold water, and rubbed his face vigorously a few times.

He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes bright and his temperament greatly changed, and he couldn't help but have some reverie.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught sight of a conspicuous tuft of black hair falling in the sink.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and muttered to himself:

"It seems that Goro Majima was right..."

Ever since he had persisted in high-intensity training every day, he had actually had a relatively obvious hair loss phenomenon.

At first, Fang Cheng didn't care too much.

Recently, he didn't know what was going on, but the situation was getting more and more serious.

It seemed that as his physique broke through 20 points, some kind of abnormal change was continuously occurring inside his body.

Fang Cheng and Goro Majima had also discussed the reason why they both lost their hair in their chats, which was likely related to breaking through the limits of the body.

The human body was certainly fragile, but it had the most perfect self-protection mechanism for evolution in the biological world.

Breaking through the limit and breaking this mechanism meant going against the laws of nature.

At that time, suffering backlash, hormonal secretion disorder, and producing various negative effects became a matter of course.

Perhaps hair loss was a minor problem.

In severe cases, like Goro Majima, he would go mad and lose his mind.

Goro Majima also specifically reminded him that although he didn't know how Fang Cheng had trained to this point, he only hoped that he would not follow his old path.

"I should be fine..."

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng shook his head and stared intently at the light blue screen that appeared in front of him.

On the road to growth and becoming stronger, the panel was his best teacher and friend, helping him to cross seemingly difficult passes.

However, after receiving a warning in his heart, Fang Cheng also decided to raise the importance of maintaining his body to a higher level.

He then walked to the kitchen and began preparing today's nutritious breakfast.

Ten fried eggs, stir-fried pork with celery, pumpkin porridge, plus two large glasses of warm milk.

After eating, washing the pots and bowls, it was still early.

Because the amount of training was relatively small, and the graduate study materials were already memorized by heart, he seemed to have nothing to do.

Fang Cheng looked at the oil stains on the stove and remembered that he hadn't cleaned the kitchen for many days.

So, he threw himself into the work of cleaning the house.

In the midst of his busy work, the panel suddenly flashed.

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A prompt appeared in front of him.

It turned out that the nearly leveled-up "Cleaning" skill had finally advanced to Lv1 as experience grew.

Fang Cheng stared at the strengthening reward at the expert level.

But he couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

"Cleaner's Eye?"

......

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was wet, blurring the view of the skyscrapers outside.

Even the plastic floor of the training hall seemed a little damp.

It was a weekday, plus a rainy day.

The club should have been relatively deserted, but today it seemed particularly lively.

All the staff from various departments were mobilized, some arranging the venue and some cleaning.

Some had even braved the rain early in the morning to set up a rainbow gate in front of the shopping center and hang huge posters.

They were just short of beating gongs and drums and setting off firecrackers to announce to the people of the city:

The newly promoted KFC Golden Belt winner, free fighting champion, world-class boxing champion, Zheng Haokang is coming to our club!

A brand-new character poster was pasted on the background wall.

The man in the photo was handsome, muscular, and his eyes were as sharp as if they had substance.

Morning classes were temporarily canceled, and many club employees gathered in front, chatting with great interest.

Some were discussing Zheng Haokang's glorious record of KOing opponents in the arena.

Some old employees like Chen Xiaohai took the opportunity to brag, saying that they used to see Zheng Haokang come here to train, when he was still a greenhorn.

Several department coaches gathered together, whispering and discussing how to profit from it.

You must know that inviting Zheng Haokang to give guidance classes is not just as simple as attracting students to sign up for classes.

At that time, many news media and TV reporters will come to shoot and interview.

This is a great opportunity to enhance the club's reputation and increase their performance!

Fang Cheng was also standing in the crowd.

His eyes were fixed on the fighting superstar on the poster, who was wearing a golden belt and holding up a championship trophy, with a thoughtful expression.

"Acheng!"

Suddenly, a call came into his ears.

Looking back, it was Shen Haoming waving at him.

"Come over here, Manager Li has something to ask you."

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and followed Shen Haoming to the office area.

Manager Li rarely came out of the office, standing in the corridor.

When he turned to look at him, his expression seemed a little anxious and doubtful.

"Fang Cheng, have you seen Mr. Majima these past few days?"

Manager Li asked directly.

Fang Cheng nodded calmly.

"Where is he now?"

"Isn't he in the hospital?"

Fang Cheng was slightly stunned, looking at Manager Li with some surprise.

The club's senior management had already learned about the hospitalization of their major client, Goro Majima.

They just didn't know who the "culprit" was.

Manager Li took a deep breath, then stared at Fang Cheng and said in a deep voice:

"Goro Majima, he's missing!"

Fang Cheng frowned upon hearing this.