Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 115 The Significance of Qigong

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The curtains were drawn back, revealing the scene outside.

The city at dawn is always exceptionally peaceful and tranquil.

Under the dim street lights, you can see snowflakes floating by.

A faint white light appeared in the distant sky, and the snow-covered roofs also reflected a dim light.

I got up a little late today.

Fang Cheng stared at the snow scene outside the window with bright eyes and took a deep breath of the cool air.

"Let's start our morning exercise!"

I won’t go out for exercise in snowy weather.

What's more, I had just experienced a fierce battle last night and consumed a lot of energy. I also need to reduce the amount of training to give my body some buffer.

"Well, let's do 100 weighted squats to warm up."

Fang Cheng encouraged himself silently, carried three bags of rice on his shoulders, and held the bags tightly with both hands.

Then he lowered his hips to squat, straightened his back, and carried a weight of 150 kilograms to start practicing his skills.

Three minutes later, complete a set of squats at a leisurely pace.

Next, practice push-ups, a set of 100 with one hand and fist grip.

As the light outside the window gradually brightened, the figures exercising gradually became clearer and more agile in the darkness.

6: 45.

The morning light is dim and the sky is clear.

Complete the established training plan.

Fang Cheng specially set aside some time to practice standing and breathing techniques.

Stand in front of the window, tuck in your chest and straighten your back, unite your waist and horse, and keep your legs firmly planted.

At the same time, the abdomen expanded and contracted, and the whole body trembled slightly, making a faint trembling sound.

While imitating the snoring of tigers and leopards, I silently feel the subtle changes brought about by every breath in my body.

About an hour later.

“Hurulu————”

Fang Cheng's abdomen bulged slightly, and he exhaled a long, slow breath with a clearer trembling sound.

After finishing the exercise, stand up and stretch your legs.

I could vaguely feel that the heat flow generated in the abdomen had become a little more obvious, but it was still difficult to control and guide.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but sigh secretly:
"This skill really can't be acquired in a hurry. It seems that it still needs long-term persistence to be effective..."

This battle with the experimental subject put Fang Cheng in danger for a time, and also made him realize that his means of attack still had many flaws.

So I thought about whether I could speed up the unlocking of new skills and further improve my strength.

After a short break, Fang Cheng looked at the panel that appeared in front of him again.

[Boxing lv2 (147/500)]

[Sanda lv2 (126/500)]

[Jujutsu level 1 (239/250)]

【Muay Thai level 1 (94/250)】

[Gun Skills Level 2 (132/500)]

[Sword Skills Level 2 (109/500)]

Killing our way through the gang's lair, the continuous fighting increased my experience in several fighting skills.

The most important are the two skills of "gunmanship" and "swordsmanship", which have made rapid progress and have been upgraded one after another.

Especially after using "Blade Storm" to kill the experimental subject, the swordsmanship experience soared by 100 points.

However, deep down, Fang Cheng actually longs for his physical body more, so that one day he can become strong enough to tear monsters apart with his bare hands.

Instead of relying on external weapons, or relying on skill effects that have various limitations and uncertainties.

"It can generate sword energy that is several times sharper than normal attacks..."

"It requires a lot of mental and physical energy..."

Fang Cheng glanced at the special effects explanation of "Blade Storm" and frowned in thought.

If you verify these two sentences according to your own feelings when using the skills.

The so-called "sword energy" should be a special energy that is condensed when the body and spirit reach a certain degree of harmony.

That being the case.

Then, this kind of energy is definitely not just able to be attached to swords.

It can also be attached to fists, legs, feet, and even all parts of the body. Just like... the "Qigong" theory mentioned by Ma Jianguo!
Essentially, these two energies should be of the same origin and type.

After thinking this through, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he became more determined to practice the breathing technique.

If you can truly practice Qigong, then your strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps in the future, when I face a monster like the "experimental subject", I can punch through its powerful body that it is so proud of with just one punch.

"However, in addition to practicing breathing techniques, there is another very important flaw that needs to be remedied..."

Fang Cheng's thoughts turned, and he recalled the crazy state he was in when fighting with the experimental subject last night.

With his 30 points of physical fitness and 33 points of spiritual attributes, he wanted to unleash his sword energy to cut off the opponent's body and cause substantial damage.

It takes about one-third of your physical and mental strength.

That is to say, in one battle, "Blade Storm" can be used at most three times.

Even if he relied on his potential to restore his physical strength, his mental state was still sluggish.

If he were to forcefully use the special effects of his skills in that situation, he might lose his mind again and fall into a frenzy.

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Chuqiao's suggestion emerged in Fang Cheng's mind.

"Maybe I should learn to meditate and exercise my spiritual willpower in my daily life..."

Fang Cheng pondered carefully, looking out the window at the scene after sunrise.

After a night of heavy snow, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roofs of the tall and short buildings in Jiuchang Street.

In the sunlight, it looks like rolling snow-capped mountains.

The narrow streets below the tube-shaped buildings were also covered in white, becoming purer and cleaner than before.

Many children ran out early in the morning, cheering and making snowmen and playing snowball fights.

Looking at this scene, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

After the plan was settled, he turned back to the living room and turned on the TV.

As usual, I watched the news and weather forecast while wiping the sweat off my face and body.

"Our station reports that at around 10 o'clock last night, the police raided a secret warehouse somewhere in Dongdu Port and successfully cracked a major human trafficking case. During the raid, a fierce gun battle took place, killing many criminals..."

The voice of the host reporting the news echoed in the living room.

Fang Cheng walked out of the bathroom and took a special look.

I saw several familiar figures flash by on the TV screen.

Ma Donghe, Chen Yingjun, Zhou Yongnian.

Although their faces have been blurred, people around them who know them can still recognize their appearance.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and after understanding the situation of the case, he prepared to make breakfast.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Fang Cheng walked quickly to the entrance and looked out through the peephole.

Seeing that it was Wen Xin standing at the door, he opened it.

"Brother, this is the sweet soup that my mother and I made together. Please have some."

Wen Xin held a bowl carefully in both hands.

After seeing Fang Cheng, he immediately exhaled white air from his mouth and said carefully:
"It contains red beans, taro, and small dumplings. It's delicious."

Seeing that there was still steam coming out of the bowl, Fang Cheng quickly took it and asked her to come into the house quickly.

At the dining table.

Fang Cheng picked up the chopsticks without hesitation and enjoyed the breakfast that the little girl had carefully prepared for him.

Wen Xin sat aside and watched him eat, her eyes blinking and her lips moving slightly.

Fang Cheng noticed her expression and asked:

"Why, do you have anything to say?"

"elder brother……"

Wen Xin hesitated:

"After breakfast, can we go out and have a snowball fight? I haven't played in a long time."

She whispered, a longing light in her eyes.

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, then nodded readily and agreed:
"Call Sister Zhou too, let's have a snowball fight and build a snowman together!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Xin immediately clapped and cheered happily.

A sincere smile appeared on Fang Cheng's face.

It's a rare opportunity to have such nice weather, so give yourself a day off today.

(End of this chapter)