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At dawn, Yulong Lake was still shrouded in mist.

The water surface was flat and wide, as still as a huge bronze mirror covered with the dust of time.

Wisps of water vapor rose and swirled, obscuring the distant mountain outlines.

Dewdrops clung to the branches of the weeping willows on the bank, slowly sliding down their narrow leaves.

With a "plop," it landed in a muddy puddle on the bank, splashing up a few drops of mud.

Right next to the lake is a stretch of rolling hills and forests.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

A few clear bird calls echoed from the woods.

Several early-rising sparrows were hopping on the branches, shaking off the remaining dewdrops from their wings.

The next second, the sparrows suddenly flapped their wings and hurriedly took flight.

Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound, like the wind blowing, came from the mountains.

Large flocks of birds burst out of the treetops, emitting a jumble of cries, and soared into the sky.

Looking out, the once tranquil green waves in the forest were suddenly shattered.

A whole grove of towering bamboo trees began to sway violently.

It didn't look like a disorderly swaying motion caused by the mountain wind, but rather a series of regular undulations from top to bottom and from far to near.

Each slender bamboo tip bends in the same direction, making a slight "creaking" sound.

call----

A strong wind cleaved through the thin mist, and a tall, slender figure suddenly broke through the morning haze, venturing to the top of this bamboo forest.

The person was wearing a dark blue tracksuit, with a well-proportioned figure and long limbs.

Without the aid of any ropes or tools, he appeared abruptly above the bamboo forest, tens of meters above the ground.

The tip of the bamboo branch, which was only two fingers thick, was precisely placed on the ground.

As the body's weight pressed down, the verdant bamboo was instantly bent into a full bow.

He lowered his waist and slightly bent his knees, dissipating all the downward force into the bamboo stalk.

Just as the bamboo stalk bent to its limit and was about to spring back.

He lightly touched the bamboo tips with his toes, and using the bamboo's supple strength, he shot forward diagonally like an arrow released from a bow.

In mid-air, the figure's posture was extremely graceful, with its arms spread out like wings.

It's as if a giant bird has taken flight and soared over the bamboo forest.

The loose-fitting sportswear was caught by the oncoming airflow and fluttered in the wind.

The figure traced a parabola in the air and landed lightly on another green bamboo branch a dozen meters ahead.

The moment the toes touched the bamboo leaves, almost no sound was made.

With just a slight turn of his ankle and a contraction of his waist and abdomen, he once again dissipated the momentum, bending down again with the newly landed bamboo, swaying slightly.

Its rise and fall are as fluid as clouds and water.

Their figures darted swiftly through the emerald waves, each rise and fall exuding composure and elegance.

The bamboo forest covering the mountains and plains seemed to transform into a soft green carpet beneath his feet.

It's as if a reclusive master is strolling leisurely through this bamboo forest, displaying unparalleled lightness skills.

At the end of the bamboo forest lies the expansive Yulong Lake.

There were no more footholds to grab onto ahead, only a drop of tens of meters and a vast expanse of misty water.

The blue figure had already rushed out of the edge of the bamboo forest, but its speed did not decrease at all.

With his last step, he bent a bamboo stalk, using the elasticity of the bamboo stem as it was pressed down to almost half its original shape.

With a "whoosh," it soared straight towards the vast lake, like a bird spreading its wings.

The powerful thrust propelled him high into the air, instantly lifting him to a height of nearly 100 meters.

The view suddenly opened up, and the continuous mountain winds surged in from all directions, making clothes flutter loudly.

Then, an amazing thing happened.

Instead of falling into the lake, he spread his arms and leaned forward into the cool morning breeze.

And so, in the empty air, they truly began to fly.

The airflow lifted his body, and he keenly sensed the direction of the wind, constantly adjusting the opening and closing angle of his arms and the curvature of his back.

A gust of wind blew by, and my body naturally tilted slightly to the left, thus removing the lateral resistance. Then, I used my waist to lift my body back up and fly forward.

The altitude decreases slowly during gliding.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

He flew in mid-air for several minutes, covering an extremely long distance.

The huge lake beneath him, a mirror reflecting not only the flowing clouds in the sky but also his blue reflection as he flew by.

Finally, his body slowly approached the surface of the water.

He broke through the morning mist, which rolled to both sides.

As the gliding momentum gradually weakened, his body continued to fall.

It looked like it was finally about to lose all lift and plunge into the lake.

Just as the sole of his shoe was about to touch the water, he slightly bent his right leg and dipped his left foot down, gently touching the smooth, mirror-like surface of the lake.

"Wow—"

The calm lake surface was instantly cleaved, and a narrow ripple spread rapidly outward from where he landed.

Using the slight reaction force from that touch, his body was once again lifted lightly into the air.

Several egrets that were foraging in the shallows were startled by the sound of water and took flight.

Instead of continuing to fly forward, the figure twisted its waist and deftly changed its gliding trajectory in mid-air, close to the water's surface.

After spiraling upwards with the airflow, he actually merged directly into the flock of white birds.

At this moment, the boundary between humans and birds seems to be smoothed out by the morning breeze.

He stretched out his arms, adjusted his gliding speed, and naturally blended into the formation, weaving freely among the birds.

Its body followed the trajectory of the egret's flight, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes soaring upwards with outstretched arms, sometimes gliding low with a swift descent.

The startled egrets seemed to sense that he meant no harm, and were even attracted to this flying human.

Instead of scattering and fleeing, they let out a few cheerful cries and approached us.

Pure white wings fluttered around him, as if dancing with him in mid-air.

The sight of people and birds flying together is like that of a fairy in legends, truly embodying the phrase "graceful as a startled swan".

A person and several birds circled and soared over the lake.

Occasionally, as his gliding momentum weakens and his body descends towards the lake with the flock of birds, he casually extends his toes and lightly touches the water's surface.

Each time a force is applied, clear ripples spread across the lake's surface.

He then took to the air again, remaining completely dry, showcasing the ultimate ease and grace of riding the wind.

In the center of Yulong Lake stands an ancient stone pagoda.

The gray brick base was mostly submerged in water and covered with thick moss.

The top of the tower is cone-shaped, with a severely weathered stone jewel at the very top.

The figure circled the lake several times with the egret, and was less than ten meters away from the stone tower.

Using the recoil from his final touch of the water, he suddenly rose higher, leaving the flock of birds behind, and headed straight for the top of the tower.

As he approached the top of the stone tower, he casually brought his arms together, his figure pausing slightly in the wind.

That forward momentum seemed to have completely lost its support and dissipated at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, her figure drifted down like a falling leaf.

Her toes landed lightly on the weathered stone jewel atop the stone tower. This feather-light landing stirred not a speck of dust, and the ancient tower beneath her feet did not sway in the slightest.

On the tiny, fist-sized orb, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, unyielding.

A gust of wind swept across the lake, causing the hem of his blue tracksuit to flutter wildly.

At that moment, a grayish-white light appeared on the eastern horizon.

The distant, rolling mountains gradually lost their somber outlines, revealing the verdant green of the vegetation.

This vast body of water seems to be slowly awakening from its slumber.

A few wisps of smoke drifted in the wind, swirling and curling, making the ancient pagoda standing in the center of the lake appear even more ethereal and otherworldly.

"call--"

Fang Cheng stood atop the tower, calmly surveying his surroundings.

He opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a puff of warm white smoke.

The wisp of white smoke condensed in the cool air without dissipating, flying straight ahead for several feet before slowly melting in the morning breeze.

Fang Cheng's chest rose and fell slightly as he regulated the surging blood and qi within his body.

Recalling the flight that had taken me from the deep mountains to the heart of the lake, a journey of several kilometers, a slight smile crept onto my lips.

After a period of repeated practice, Fang Cheng's mastery of this new skill has completely surpassed the novice stage.

Whether it's the subtle perception of aerodynamics and wind direction changes, or the way the body adjusts when suspended in mid-air, it's all completely imprinted into muscle memory.

Especially in complex terrain, how to make the most of external environmental conditions to maximize flight efficiency.

Fang Cheng has figured out many tricks and accumulated a lot of experience, and he is becoming more and more adept at using them.

Just like the scene we just witnessed skimming across the lake, flying alongside egrets.

He no longer needed to stomp on the air or lake water with excessive force as he had done before, in order to pursue that violent recoil force.

During normal flight, as long as there is a foothold, one can take off lightly and soar a long distance like a real bird.

"This feeling of breaking free from the constraints of gravity and riding the wind is truly intoxicating..."

Fang Cheng savored the feeling of being as light as a swallow just now and sighed softly.

As my thoughts wandered, a faint light flickered in front of me.

Immediately afterwards, a pale blue light screen that only he could see quietly appeared.

Two lines of prompts clearly appeared above:
[You have mastered more flexible flight techniques, experience +10]

[Flight Lv0 (43/100)]

Looking at the experience growth information displayed on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

In the five days following the conclusion of the Special Search Team's spring recruitment exam, he spent most of his time at his residence in Haitian Garden.

Besides the rigorous training that he never missed, he also dealt with some of the problems encountered in the construction of the Illuminati.

Occasionally, due to his mother's and grandfather's concern and nagging, he would take the time to return to Wanghu Town for a day to enjoy a rare moment of warmth.

During the gap while waiting for the exam results to be released, Fang Cheng's mind was not relaxed at all; on the contrary, it was even more tense.

He knew very well that the destruction of the Noah Organization's Eastern Capital branch and the troubles that followed, including those involving Black Shark, the military, and Lu Tianming, were just interludes.

The utopia hidden behind the scenes is the greatest threat.

This behemoth lurking in the darkness must also be watching the situation in Dongdu, ready to unleash its claws to crush everything at any moment.

Being prepared for a rainy day and being mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace are ironclad rules that Fang Cheng has learned through countless life-and-death battles.

To protect those around you in the coming storm, the only way is to continue to spare no effort in improving your absolute strength.

Therefore, in addition to practicing flying, Fang Cheng always insisted on high-intensity physical training and air combat training.

With a slight thought, he turned his gaze to the skill interface on the other side of the screen:
Boxing Lv3 (562/1000)

【Sanda Lv3 (230/1000)】

【Jiu-Jitsu Lv2 (493/500)】

Muay Thai Level 2 (481/500)

Tai Chi Level 2 (6/500)

Push-ups lv3 (415/1000)

Squat Lv3 (361/1000)

[Leg Raise Lv3 (209/1000)]

Pull-ups lv4 (79/2500)

[Back Bridge Lv3 (142/1000)]

[Handstand Support Lv3 (168/1000)]

[Running lv2 (36/500)]

Qigong lv3 (150/1000)

【Palm Technique Lv1 (98/250)】

As usual, I gained a lot of experience from today's morning exercise.

Looking at these long progress bars, Fang Cheng remained calm.

Aside from a few relatively low-level skills, there is an expectation of rapid improvement.

For him, it's enough to steadily improve his other skills a little bit every day.

In the path of martial arts, once you reach the Grandmaster level, simply adding more training is no longer very meaningful.

Only through persistent, tireless effort and unwavering dedication can one reach the pinnacle.

Fang Cheng then focused his attention on two targets.

The experience points for the two combat skills, "Jiu-Jitsu" and "Muay Thai," are almost at their maximum, and they will soon be able to break through and upgrade.

At that time, whether it's unlocking new skill effects or acquiring valuable free attribute points, it will be a significant boost for him.

Especially the free attribute points, this is the trump card that Fang Cheng values ​​most.

He had planned it all out long ago.

Once these two skills are successfully upgraded, all the points you've accumulated can be added to your character, allowing you to break through the 80-point threshold for both "Agility" and "Strength" in one fell swoop.

Once he overcomes these two physiological limits, his physical condition will undergo a transformative change.

Only then will I have enough trump cards to face the unfathomable shadows behind my ideal world and truly challenge that godlike man.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng took a deep breath and suppressed the fighting spirit surging in his eyes.

Before we knew it, it was almost dawn.

The mist swirling around Yulong Lake began to thin.

On the lakeshore, the faint sounds of elderly people doing their morning exercises and sanitation workers talking could be heard.

The sound of car horns drifted over on the lakeside road.

This sleeping city is awakening.

Fang Cheng's spirits lifted, and he immediately closed the panel.

Today's training plan has been successfully completed; it's time to go home.

After dinner, Lin Chuqiao still had a troublesome matter that I needed to handle myself.

Fang Cheng didn't linger any longer. He slightly bent his knees, and his thigh muscles instantly unleashed astonishing power.

"boom!"

With a muffled airburst, he launched himself from the top of the stone tower in the center of the lake like a blue cannonball.

A powerful burst of energy propelled him diagonally into the sky, where he deftly spread his arms in mid-air.

Then, with lightning speed, it flew straight towards the depths of the lush forest on the opposite bank.

Soon, they disappeared into the lush green forest. (End of Chapter)