Start with push-ups to gain experience

Early morning at Haitian Garden.

Sunlight streamed obliquely into the living room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sky-blue walls and sports floor, bathed in this soft light, exude a tranquil and transparent feel.

The CD player on the TV cabinet whirred slowly, and crisp electronic rock music emanated from the speakers, gently echoing throughout the room.

In the center of the living room, Fang Cheng, wearing only a pair of red underwear, lay face down on the floor.

He pressed his right index finger against the ground, his entire torso taut, rising and falling in rhythm with the music as he performed a high-intensity one-finger push-up.

On his broad back, ten black cast iron barbell plates were pressed down in layers.

Each piece is a standard 25KG size, conforming to gym standards.

In other words, a terrifying load of 500 pounds, along with his own weight, was entirely pressing down on the finger bone of that index finger.

The creaking sound of the fingertips rubbing against the floor could still be faintly heard.

With each downward and upward movement of his torso, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back moved and slid smoothly, like interlocking gears.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from the surface of his skin, shimmering in the morning light, eventually gathering along the grooves of his muscles and dripping onto the floor.

"........."

"Four hundred and ninety-eight."

"Four hundred and ninety-nine."

"five hundred."

Fang Cheng silently finished reciting the last number in his mind.

He flicked his index finger, which was braced against the ground, and suddenly exerted force from his core.

He was like a fully taut bowstring released in an instant, rising straight up from the ground.

The ten heavy barbell plates, now unsupported, slammed down onto the floor under the force of gravity.

Fang Cheng, still in mid-air, twisted his waist and his arm muscles bulged.

With a whoosh, several afterimages instantly appeared.

He reached out with precise, continuous movements, catching the falling pieces of iron steadily in the crook of his arms.

As the foot lands, the knee bends slightly to absorb the impact.

The heavy object didn't hit the floor at all, and there wasn't even the slightest extra vibration.

Fang Cheng turned and walked to the corner, neatly arranging the barbell plates in his arms.

After finishing this extremely inhuman weight training session, he grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the ground next to him, unscrewed the cap, and tilted his head back.

Glug, glug—

The cool liquid was gulped down into his throat, washing away the summer heat.

He finished the whole bottle of water in a few gulps and casually wiped the water off his chin.

With a flick of his wrist, the empty plastic bottle traced an arc in the air before landing precisely in a trash can several meters away.

Next, Fang Cheng stretched his arms and did some stretching exercises.

Crackling, crackling—

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out as the muscles and bones clashed.

I got up at 4 a.m. and it's almost 8 a.m. now, so it's been about 4 hours of morning exercise.

That concludes today's planned workout activities.

Fang Cheng glanced at the various fitness skills and experience displayed on the panel and nodded in satisfaction.

Today, five of the six skills in the "Prisoner's Six Arts" have firmly reached the master level, and one of them has even reached the king level.

As long as you maintain the training intensity and stick to it every day, the progress bar will visibly increase.

Given time, it will inevitably reach the maximum level before other skills.

By then, perhaps we won't be far from synthesizing the legendary mythical-level talent.

The sunlight shone on his bare chest, bringing waves of heat.

Directly in front of us, the pale blue screen shone brightly under the sunlight.

Fang Cheng gathered his thoughts and focused his gaze on the top of the information interface.

There, two prominent notification messages were still flashing.

Congratulations! Through extraordinary effort and perseverance, your skills have successfully broken through to the Grandmaster level.

【Jiu-Jitsu LV3 (0/1000)】

[Receive skill enhancement reward: 12 free attribute points]

Gazing at the gleaming words, an indescribable sense of joy and satisfaction welled up from the bottom of Fang Cheng's heart.

All the hard work and sweat he had put in over the years seemed to have been rewarded at this moment.

Those grueling, tooth-gritting training sessions and the agonizing struggles of breaking through physical limitations have ultimately transformed into a real and substantial improvement in strength.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts and calmed his mind.

The environment at the beach was messy and not suitable for adding skill points.

He made a point of going home to prepare everything before starting to improve his attributes.

Furthermore, after allocating attribute points, physical fitness will be greatly improved, resulting in less stimulation to muscles for the same amount of exercise, and the efficiency of experience gain will naturally be greatly reduced.

Therefore, he chose to complete the morning exercise program before adding any extra points.

"Now……"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he shifted his gaze from the upgrade information to the attribute panel.

【Strength: 70】

[Agility: 64]

[Physical Fitness: 83]

【Spirit: 70】

[Free Attributes: 27 points]

Looking at the 27 points of freedom attribute, a glint of light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Previously, he had been holding onto 15 attribute points without using them.

The reason is simple: Agility is stuck at 64 points. Even if you add all 15 points, it's only 79 points, just one step away from the 80-point limit that will trigger a qualitative change.

If you don't add agility, you can put all 15 points into strength.

Therefore, the muscle expansion caused by the surge in strength, without sufficient agility to control it, will turn him into a terrifying muscle monster.

Therefore, he chose to endure and kept those 15 points.

Now, with the 12 points awarded for this Jiu-Jitsu breakthrough, the total is 27 points.

Clearly, it's more than enough to push his strength and agility both past the human physiological limit of 80 points!

Fang Cheng's mind raced as he calculated the order in which to add points.

Ultimately, he made a decision.

Increase strength first, then improve agility.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he no longer hesitated.

With a focused thought, the 10 points of free attribute instantly disappeared from the "Strength" section.

At the same time, the Strength attribute value jumped directly from 70 to 80.

boom!
It felt as if a high-explosive bomb had detonated inside my body.

A terrifying force, dozens of times greater than when breaking through 40 and 60 points, roared and burst forth from the depths of his body.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils filled with bloodshot veins.

Blood surged through the veins like boiling magma, washing over every muscle and bone.

He couldn't help but let out a low growl, and his entire body began to expand violently at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscle fibers were as if they were forcibly injected with high-pressure gas, bulging, tearing, and then rapidly reorganizing.

His bronze skin instantly turned crimson, and the veins, like tangled pythons, coiled around his arms and torso, which were thicker than human.

The intense pain felt like it was tearing his soul apart, and an extreme heat surged from within him. What had previously been just white steam rising from his sweat now faintly shimmered with a golden light.

The true energy within his body overflowed due to the intense reorganization of his physical form, and wisps of flame burst forth from the open pores all over his body.

The extreme surge in power directly triggered a mutation in the internal energy within the body.

The scalding true energy, upon contact with the air through the pores of the body, automatically transformed into visible flames.

hula-

The flames instantly enveloped Fang Cheng's massive body, which had grown to over two meters tall.

He stood amidst the flames, his muscles bulging, his face contorted in agony.

Under that fierce and violent aura.

At this moment, he was just like the Vajrabhairava, the Great King of Man, who was reborn from fire in Tantric legends, radiating a terrifying and dreadful pressure.

Their bodies were tortured to the limit, and their senses were subjected to unimaginable torture.

Just as consciousness hovered on the edge between being human and monster.

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth, relying on his powerful willpower to hold onto the last shred of clarity.

Without hesitation, he poured all 17 of his remaining attribute points into "Agility"!

The agility value also instantly jumped past the human limit of 80 points.

hum-

A cool, refined energy, exuding boundless control, descended from my mind and flowed throughout my body.

If a breakthrough in strength is a violent outward burst, then a breakthrough in agility is a pinnacle of inward compression.

The outward-expanding flames collided with an invisible barrier.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying compressive force, powerful enough to crush steel into thin sheets, acted in reverse on Fang Cheng's enormous, monstrous body.

The bulging, massive muscles looked as if they were being struck by a heavy hammer, being forcibly forged back.

The burning golden flames gradually subsided, rolling back into the body through the pores.

If a breakthrough in strength is like a volcanic eruption, then a breakthrough in agility is like the collapse of a star.

Temper and calm, expansion and contraction, like the extreme clash of yin and yang, water and fire, were fiercely playing out inside his body.

Ultimately, a perfect balance was achieved.

The elongated bones slowly receded, and the crimson skin gradually faded.

As the last wisp of the true fire of the sun disappeared into his body, Fang Cheng transformed back into his human form.

In just a few seconds, it was as if he had undergone a long period of tempering, reforging every inch of his bones and blood.

"call----"

Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of hot, stale air, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.

However, as the anomaly subsided, a hunger that threatened to consume reason exploded in his stomach.

The cells have consumed an enormous amount of energy during the recombination process and now urgently need to be replenished.

Fortunately, he had already made preparations.

Fang Cheng stood up, strode quickly to the extra-large freezer in the corner of the kitchen, and yanked open the door.

A chill ran through the room, which was stuffed with all sorts of high-calorie foods.

He grabbed a few boxes of roasted meat and stuffed them, meat and oil alike, into his mouth, chewed them haphazardly a couple of times, and then swallowed them.

Then, he tore open several bags of high-purity energy chocolate bars, along with several large boxes of high-fat milk, and tilted his head back to gulp them down.

But these ordinary foods are simply not enough to satisfy the current consumption.

Fang Cheng's hunger was not relieved in the slightest.

My stomach kept spasming, emitting a muffled rumbling sound like a broken bellows.

His gaze was fixed on the bottom of the freezer.

There were stored the mutated wild boar leg he brought back from the Xishan examination site, as well as extremely precious reptile meat.

The abundant energy contained in the flesh and blood of these extraordinary creatures perfectly met his urgent needs at that moment.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng decisively pulled out the thick wild boar leg.

He then opened his mouth, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and bit down hard on the raw meat.

*Crack!*

The tough, mutated pigskin was torn apart directly.

He tore off a large chunk of raw meat, still covered in ice and blood, and chewed it violently in his mouth.

Upon encountering the thick leg bone, he showed no intention of spitting it out, and his upper and lower jaws snapped shut.

With a teeth-grinding "crunch," the hard bone was chewed to pieces and swallowed along with the marrow.

After finishing the pig's leg, he grabbed the dark red reptile meat and continued to tear and swallow it.

At this moment, Fang Cheng's eating manners were extremely crude, like a ferocious beast that had awakened from the wilderness and had been starving for hundreds of years.

The body is like a high-temperature reactor operating under overload, with metabolism soaring to a speed that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

No matter how much food you consume, it can be quickly crushed and digested by your powerful digestive system, and transformed into nutrients to support the repair and strengthening of your body.

And so, it took a full half hour to eat.

The food stored in the freezer, both raw and cooked, was completely wiped out.

The terrible spasms in my stomach finally subsided.

Fang Cheng tossed aside the last piece of bone in his hand, tilted his head back, and let out a long, satisfied burp.

I feel so comfortable now!
He sighed with emotion and patted his swollen belly.

Looking at the mess of broken bones, packaging boxes, and bloodstains scattered all over the ground, I couldn't help but shake my head.

He then picked up a mop and a garbage bag and began cleaning the living room.

They skillfully sorted and packaged the garbage, and wiped the floor clean.

The clean environment diluted the previous violent atmosphere, which was like a wild beast feeding.

After cleaning, Fang Cheng went into the bathroom.

Let the cool shower water wash away the sweat and stickiness from your body.

The physical reshaping brought about by this stat boost is far more dangerous and intense than imagined.

My entire body felt as if it had undergone two deep cleansing treatments, completely transforming me.

Especially when I broke through my limits, the intense heat and the feeling of expansion that seemed to burn everything still make me shudder.

Without extremely high mental attributes to protect one's mind, plus the suppression and balance of these 80 points of agility.

With such a surge in power, he could easily have lost control and turned into a mindless muscle monster.

Fang Cheng felt the surging yet restrained vitality within his body and pondered to himself:

"It seems that every time we break through the limits of human physiology, it is a test of going against the heavens."

"The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes. In the end, the most important thing is probably your own willpower."

After showering and drying himself, Fang Cheng walked naked out of the bathroom and returned to the French windows.

The brilliant morning light shone on him, and the smooth glass mirror clearly reflected his appearance at that moment.

After both his strength and agility surpassed the 80-point mark, his physique took on a near-perfect form.

It doesn't have exaggerated, bulky muscles, nor does it appear thin and weak; instead, it possesses a lean and muscular physique that has been compressed to its extreme through countless trials and tribulations.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the latissimus dorsi muscles extend to both sides, outlining an inverted triangle silhouette as if carved by a knife and axe.

Every muscle is full, firm, and well-defined.

It appears to be made of high-density steel cables twisted together, with explosive, extraordinary power hidden beneath its texture.

Sunlight streamed down the deep grooves between his chest and abdomen, the interplay of light and shadow highlighting the texture of his eight shield-like abdominal muscles.

This near-perfect body is as if it were sculpted by the hand of a god, possessing both wild tension and perfect proportion.

Simply standing there quietly, he exuded an extremely powerful and imposing masculine aura. (End of Chapter)