Start with push-ups to gain experience

The heavy curtains hung down, completely blocking out any light from the outside.

The sound of waves crashing against the embankment, with its unique rhythm, drifts faintly in on the summer night breeze.

The bedroom was like sinking into a dark, deep sea, where only the outlines of simple furniture could be vaguely discerned.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, his back straight, his hands resting naturally on his knees.

His chest rose and fell barely, and the intervals between his breaths were stretched out to an extremely long length, almost disappearing completely.

The whole person seemed to merge with the dark environment around them, entering a very deep meditative state.

"Beep beep beep—beep beep beep—"

The electronic alarm clock on the bedside table suddenly lit up with a green light and emitted a crisp chime.

The time displayed on the alarm clock screen was exactly 4:00.

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, it was as if a silent lightning bolt had suddenly struck the dimly lit bedroom.

Two beams of light, almost tangible, shot out from his pupils.

The surrounding furniture and the paintings on the wall were illuminated for a moment, then disappeared back into the darkness.

This is a sign that one's essence, energy, and spirit have been condensed to the extreme, overflowing and radiating outwards.

This also perfectly aligns with the legendary profound realm of martial arts, "Electricity arising from an empty room."

"Whoa—"

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and gathered the true energy circulating in his body.

He then rolled out of bed and reached out to turn off the alarm clock.

He walked barefoot on the solid wood floor, step by step to the window, grabbed the edge of the curtains, and pulled them open to both sides.

The view suddenly opened up.

Outside the window, apartment buildings stood quietly in the night.

The coastal highway was deserted, with only rows of streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.

The night sky was clear, without a single cloud obscuring it.

The starlight poured down from the sky, reflected on the vast sea, and shattered into tiny silver scales with the surging waves, shimmering and undulating.

"It's another beautiful day..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself.

Then raise both arms overhead and stretch your lower back upwards forcefully.

A series of crisp, popping sounds emanated from his limbs and bones, gradually awakening his dormant muscles.

After the celebration banquet, he stayed in Wanghu Town for two consecutive days.

Afterwards, she used the excuse of work needs to move back to Haitian Garden on her own.

There are many elders at my maternal grandfather's house, and their daily routines are different, so it's inevitable that I feel constrained.

Only when you live alone can you exercise freely without being disturbed.

There's less than a week left until I officially join the Special Search and Rescue Team on the 20th.

Once you put on that uniform, you'll definitely have to do a lot of daily chores.

In addition, the Illuminati had just been founded, and there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with there.

By then, it will be almost impossible to have such a leisurely life again.

Therefore, he must focus wholeheartedly on training during this rare break.

It would be best to completely break through those skills that are stuck in the bottleneck period and upgrade them all smoothly.

After finishing his stretching exercises, Fang Cheng gazed at the undulating waves in the distance, his eyes slightly cold.

The current situation is far from clear, especially since the threat to the ideal world has not been effectively eliminated.

Previously, when he went to the Jinshui Fish Market, he and Lin Chuqiao chatted on the rooftop.

Lin Chuqiao mentioned a strange thing that happened recently: she always felt that someone was secretly watching her when she went out.

Although no specific stalker was found, Lin Chuqiao was quite confident in her extraordinary spiritual perception.

That strange feeling of being spied on is absolutely true.

After she had been on guard for two days, the feeling of being watched inexplicably disappeared.

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately connected the matter with Utopia.

He immediately instructed Lin Chuqiao to be extra vigilant and to contact him through "mind resonance" if she noticed anything unusual.

Lin Chuqiao readily agreed.

Despite this, Fang Cheng knew very well what was going on.

When facing a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, mere caution and defense are of no use.

The only reliable way to truly protect those around you is to continuously improve your own strength and gain more confidence.

It must be powerful enough to make all lurking enemies tremble.

He was so powerful that just hearing the name "Fang Cheng" was enough to terrify people, who dared not even entertain the slightest thought of probing him.

That is the most effective and permanent solution to dealing with danger.

Fang Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the nearby apartment buildings.

Speaking of which, after the banquet that day, Wei Zheng specifically reminded everyone that the Internal Investigation Department was secretly investigating all relevant personnel who participated in the Xishan physical fitness test.

But after so many days, his life remained peaceful and uneventful. No suspicious people came to question him, let alone follow or monitor him.

On the contrary, Ma Donghe sent a message a few days ago saying that two agents came to visit him directly and asked him questions for a full hour.

Fortunately, Ma Donghe had memorized his prepared statement perfectly and recounted his encounter with the mutated wild boar vividly and flawlessly.

Judging from Ma Donghe's smug tone on the phone, he used his silver tongue to completely dispel the doubts of the internal investigation department staff and send them away smoothly.

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, and after a moment's thought, he understood the reason.

It must have been Section Chief Lu Tianming who pulled the strings behind the scenes.

Not only did they deliberately go easy on him during the investigation, but they also specifically removed his name from the investigation list.

This might be a gesture of goodwill, or it might be out of fear that one's mouth might not be tight enough and expose him.

Fang Cheng stood by the window, quickly sorting through the people and events of the past few days in his mind before pulling his thoughts back.

He gazed at the still-deep night outside the window, and clenched his fist slightly.

"It's time for my morning exercise."

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned around and went into the bathroom, pressing the switch on the wall.

The incandescent light bulb came on, and the faucet was turned on.

He picked up his toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and quickly stirred it a few times, creating a fine foam.

Then, he cupped his hands and splashed cold water on his face repeatedly, completely dispelling the last trace of sleepiness.

After quickly washing up, Fang Cheng picked up a towel to dry the water droplets on his face, walked out of the bathroom, and went to the wardrobe.

After changing into a breathable and close-fitting sports sweatshirt, I went to the living room entryway and put on my running shoes.

He bent down, pulled the two shoelaces tight, and tied a solid double knot.

After doing all this, I pushed open the security door and stepped out of the entryway.

"boom."

The gate closed steadily behind us.

The corridor was silent in the early morning, with only the motion-activated lights casting a cold white glow.

The neighbors were still sound asleep, deep in their dreams.

Fang Cheng pulled up the hood of his hoodie, covering most of his face, and strode briskly toward the elevator.

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The beach was deserted and desolate in the early morning.

Waves surged in one after another, whipping up layers of white foam and emitting a deep, rumbling sound.

Along the long, damp coastline, a figure wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt is running at a steady pace.

His steps were steady, his arms swinging naturally. Each step left a consistent mark on the soft sand, the rhythm of his footsteps seemingly blending with the rise and fall of the waves.

It doesn't seem like they're running very fast.

With each alternating movement of his legs, his figure glided lightly several meters across the beach.

With a splash of receding seawater, the figure slowed its pace and finally stopped.

He raised his hand and pulled back, pulling down his hood and looking up at the deep, undulating sea in front of him.

The sea breeze ruffled his short hair.

In the darkness, those eyes were bright and sharp, gleaming like jewels.

Faint starlight fell from the sky, outlining his deep-set eyes and sharply defined jawline, revealing his extremely handsome and masculine appearance.

"call--"

Fang Cheng slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a long breath.

Despite it being early summer with a fairly high temperature, the intense heat emanating from his lungs felt like a cold fog in the dead of winter.

A wisp of condensed white smoke traced a straight path in mid-air, shooting out more than half a meter away.

A few seconds later, it was torn apart and dissipated by the sea breeze.

At the same time, a semi-transparent notification quietly appeared in front of the retina.

[Running experience +6]

[Running lv2 (63/500)]

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the skill progress bar on the panel, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

To gain so much experience from just a half-hour, 30-kilometer morning jog is quite efficient.

Of course, his concept of "jogging" is completely different from that of ordinary people.

Even when he deliberately slowed down his pace, his slowest cruising speed was still several times faster than a world champion sprinter in the 100 meters at full speed.
The notification message gradually faded away.

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, and his joints made a soft cracking sound.

Immediately, his eyes turned cold, and he shifted his feet to the left and right, assuming a fighting stance.

"drink!"

Fang Cheng let out a low, short shout and slammed his forefoot into the sand.

His left arm was suddenly released like a taut spring, and his jabs struck forward one after another like a viper's tongue, the fist tearing through the air with short "snap" sounds.

Before he had even finished a move, he suddenly twisted his waist and hips, his spine turning over like a dragon, and his right arm followed up with a powerful backhand swing punch.

The imaginary enemy in front of him seemed to be forced back by this heavy punch, and Fang Cheng flashed forward to give chase.

With elbows raised high like knives, he chopped downwards repeatedly, while simultaneously thrusting his right knee upwards with a whistling wind pressure.

Thrust, swing, chop, thrust—the limbs seemed to transform into the most lethal weapons.

The movements were swift and fluid, relentlessly pressing forward, unleashing a barrage of combo attacks.

On the dimly lit beach, waves crashed against the shore.

The blue figure moved nimbly across the damp beach, the muffled whooshing sound of air mingling with the roar of the tide, creating a breathtakingly oppressive atmosphere.

After practicing for about half an hour, Fang Cheng suddenly stopped his forward momentum and sank his feet deep into the soft sand.

He stared at the churning sea a dozen meters away and took a deep breath.

With a sudden stomp of his calves, the taut muscles of his thighs bulged, and a powerful force traveled down his spine to his right shoulder.

The sleeve of his right arm was stretched to its limit by the sudden surge of muscles, and the fabric almost burst.

Twist your waist and thrust your hips.

A straight punch was thrown out with a bang.

"boom!"

The air in front of the heavy punch was compressed to an extreme degree, exploding with a muffled air explosion.

The invisible force of the punch transformed into a high-pressure air cannon, instantly pushing aside the airflow in front of it and crashing into the seawater in front of it with devastating force.

Boom!

The sea surface seemed to have been hit head-on by a heavy bomb, the water surface instantly caved in, and then a huge column of water several meters high exploded up.

The terrifying force of the fist tore the seawater into pieces, turning it into a torrential downpour.

Then it poured over Fang Cheng's hoodie, dripping down the waterproof fabric to his feet.

Fang Cheng lowered his right arm, casually flicked the water droplets off the back of his hand, and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

In his previous aerial attacks, he always kept his power locked within his flesh and bones, holding back his attacks.

Now that the warm-up is over, it's time to unleash the full power, and its effectiveness is obvious.

He shrugged his shoulders, moved around a bit, and his highly tense muscles quickly relaxed.

Looking at the increased skill experience in "Boxing", "Sanda" and "Muay Thai" displayed on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Next, it's time to focus on practicing Jiu-Jitsu.

Fang Cheng stood up again, bent his knees slightly, and leaned his upper body backward suddenly.

Just as his back was about to touch the sand, he pushed himself up with both hands, his waist and abdomen bursting with amazing elasticity, and he flew backward like an arrow released from a bow.

Immediately afterwards, the waist and back arched upwards, and the legs swung rapidly backwards in the air, causing the body to flip.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Three consecutive back handsprings with extremely high difficulty levels.

Each leap was at least five meters high and ten meters far.

The movements were light and graceful, as if they had completely broken free from the constraints of gravity.

On the third landing, instead of standing up straight, he bent his knees and rolled forward, using one shoulder as a pivot, and slid along the sandy ground using the momentum of his forward motion.

This seemingly effortless roll is actually a preparation for the next takeoff.

Fang Cheng suddenly tightened his legs in mid-air, forming a standard triangle lock posture, and then slammed his waist and back hard against the sand.

Using this reaction force, his body was instantly lifted into the air again, like a spring.

With his terrifying physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, his joints and ligaments exhibit incredible flexibility.

He twisted his waist in mid-air, defying the laws of physics, and completed a 720-degree somersault.

Upon landing, he switched to using one hand for support, and his body swept 360 degrees laterally at an extremely low angle.

This extraordinary control and explosive power is enough to leave any top gymnast speechless.

Just as the movement was about to end, Fang Cheng's core muscles suddenly contracted, forcefully springing his body apart like a folding knife, and then launching into a high-altitude backflip.

In this way, he used ground grappling techniques as a brief transition to build up his strength, perfectly stringing together one exaggerated somersault after another.

Sand and stones flew across the beach, moving so fast that only a blue afterimage could be seen, constantly churning and rising against the backdrop of the tide.

Time slipped by unnoticed during the focused rehearsals.

The deep night sky began to fade, and the sparse starlight gradually disappeared.

As the tides surged, a hazy, pale light slowly appeared at the horizon.

This bright color gradually spreads outwards along the horizon, washing the originally dark blue dome into a bluish-gray hue.

Fang Cheng, who was completing a two-and-a-half-turn in mid-air before leaping down, landed steadily on one knee on the sand.

"call--"

After two hours of extreme exercise, Fang Cheng slowly straightened up.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly before settling back down.

Quietly savoring the exhilarating feeling of skill reaching perfection and mastery, Fang Cheng's lips curled into a slight smile.

Jiu-Jitsu, as a fighting technique, may not be as powerful and domineering as boxing, Sanda, or Muay Thai in terms of direct attacks.

However, once engaged in close combat, it can firmly control the situation at crucial moments and play an unexpected role.

Just as his thoughts were turning, a dazzling light illuminated his eyes.

A pale blue panel then appeared in the air. (End of Chapter)