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The morning sunlight slanted through the French windows, enveloping Fang Cheng's naked body in a golden halo.

He stood barefoot on the floor, the smooth glass mirror clearly reflecting his body shape.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, seemingly searching for the best angle to pose.

Then stand still, spread your legs slightly apart, and grip the floor with your toes as a fulcrum.

Then, he took a deep breath, let his arms hang down naturally, and then slowly stretched them out horizontally to the sides.

He struck a pose that is one of the most classic and dominant in bodybuilding competitions – “flexing his biceps.”

As the arms are bent upwards, the latissimus dorsi muscles, like outstretched wings, block out most of the light coming in from the window.

The biceps and triceps are prominently raised, with distinct layers, and are so strong that there is not a single superfluous bulge.

Standing still in the morning light, his skin glowed, like a statue sculpted from marble.

Looking at his near-perfect body in the mirror, Fang Cheng's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile:
"These aren't just lines that carbon-based organisms can grow; they're practically works of art!"

After praising himself, he shifted his weight slightly and changed to a sideways standing posture.

With one arm across his abdomen and the other arm bent upwards, he strikes a classic pose specifically designed to showcase his pectoral muscles.

His full pectoral muscles bulged and taut, displaying a steel-like texture under the sunlight, as thick as an indestructible shield.

Fang Cheng extended a finger and gently pressed it against his pectoral muscle.

Feeling the rebound force from my fingertips, as if pressing against solid rubber, I thought to myself:
"If those professional bodybuilding champions saw this physique, they'd probably smash their pill bottles right then and there?"

Of course, a glamorous appearance is only superficial; the most important thing is the violent kinetic energy hidden beneath the skin that is enough to tear everything apart.

Fang Cheng scrutinized himself in the mirror, his eyes filled with narcissism.

I admired it for several minutes before reluctantly putting down my pose.

The muscles that were originally swollen and about to burst also calmed down and subsided with each breath.

Fang Cheng stood still again, clenched his fists, and stretched his shoulders.

Click, click!
The crisp, melodious popping sound of the air squeezed out of the joints echoed in the quiet living room.

Then, Fang Cheng suddenly brought his feet together, and his entire torso shook violently from the inside out.

boom!
This tremor was not an ordinary shaking, but rather a long-accumulated force that instantly transmitted from the spine to the whole body.

The bones, tendons, and every muscle fiber in the entire body resonated at a high frequency within the same second.

A series of dense, overlapping crackling sounds then exploded, as if a string of firecrackers had been lit inside the room.

The surrounding air seemed to be shaken apart by the aftershocks of the tremor, creating a slight gust of wind that stirred up the dust on the ground.

Fang Cheng's lips curled up in a smile.

Breaking through the human limit of 80 points in both strength and agility attributes brings about a qualitative leap in physical transformation.

Even now, just by standing quietly, the air around him seems to distort slightly because it can't withstand that restrained life force.

He glanced at the panel floating in front of him.

The attribute values ​​have been updated:
【Strength: 80】

[Agility: 81]

[Physical Fitness: 83]

【Spirit: 70】

Looking at his physical attributes, which had already transcended the ordinary, and feeling the surging blood and energy within his body, which was almost overflowing.

Fang Cheng felt like a prehistoric beast wearing human skin.

The destructive power lurking within the body desperately needs an outlet to erupt completely.

Unfortunately, the surrounding environment simply did not allow him to fully unleash his potential.

Even a slight increase in the weight of your footsteps could crack the floorboards.

If he were to go all out, it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for him to tear down this new house, which he had only moved into a few months ago, and renovate it.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked around.

In the west corner of the living room, there is a shelf with various fitness equipment neatly arranged on it.

There are Olympic-sized long bars, complete sets of dumbbells, and the largest number of barbell plates.

His gaze fell on one of the broken dumbbells.

That was a masterpiece he created to verify the effect of "absolute control" when his strength had just broken through 70 points.

The deep fingerprints and jagged cracks in the center of the grip are still clearly visible.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, glanced at the broken dumbbell, and picked out a brand new one.

Then, grip the handle with one hand, your palm pressed against the cold cast iron.

As he closed his fingers, the metal beneath his fingertips began to vibrate with a teeth-grinding sound.

creak-

This time, he didn't activate any skill effects, relying solely on his basic strength in his normal state.

The originally straight and sturdy solid cast iron grip seemed to soften under his grasp.

The area where the thumb and four fingers intersect was easily squeezed, leaving fingerprints several millimeters deep.

In the past, he would have needed to exert all his strength to create such an exaggerated effect.

But now, it only took a little effort.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, his arm muscles bulged instantly, and his strength surged once again.

"break!"

He gave a low shout, and his tiger-like body trembled slightly.

The latissimus dorsi muscles on his back spread open like bat wings in an instant, and the muscle groups writhe wildly under extreme blood engorgement, outlining a hideous "ghost face".

The "Ghost Back" special effect is activated instantly, and all the strength in the body surges like a high-pressure pump, pouring into the right hand.

Click!

A piercing metallic snap echoed through the living room.

He managed to break the solid knurled grip, which was a full 20 millimeters thick, in two with a single hand.

The broken edge revealed a ghastly white metallic sheen, as if violently torn apart, and the jagged cuts gleamed with a cold, sharp edge.

Before the broken dumbbell could fall to the ground, Fang Cheng suddenly flicked his wrist and caught the two pieces of the broken weight with lightning speed.

Then, he put the dumbbell, which was broken again, back on the shelf.

He looked at the discarded parts on the shelf and sighed softly:
"After the base attributes cross the 80-point mark, even the amplification of skill effects becomes so terrifying."

However, simply breaking a dumbbell grip is clearly far from enough to measure the limits of this body's strength.

Fang Cheng turned his gaze away and looked at the fitness equipment on the other side of the shelf.

Those were neatly stacked 25KG standard cast iron barbell plates.

He reached out and grabbed two of them.

A solid iron lump weighing 100 pounds would require an ordinary person to hold it with both hands to support it.

But they were as light as two pancakes between his fingers.

Fang Cheng pressed the two iron plates together, palms facing each other, and held them horizontally in front of his chest.

"call--"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, a glint of shrewdness flashing deep in his eyes.

The next second, all the muscles in my body suddenly began to writhe violently, as if countless tiny dragons were swimming under my skin.

Immediately afterwards, the teres major and trapezius muscles in the back expand to the sides to an extreme degree, once again presenting a ferocious, roaring "ghost face" in the sunlight.

Crack—Squeak—

With a sickening metallic groan, Fang Cheng suddenly clasped his hands together and squeezed them together forcefully.

The two solid cast iron pieces began to twist.

The molecular structure of metal loses its dignity in the face of absolute power, and the edges of the iron sheet turn a faint dark red.

That's the heat generated by intense compression.

Fang Cheng let out a low roar, and his power continued to surge.

The two pieces of metal were embedded in each other like kneaded clay. The scorching smell of heated metal filled the air.

Accompanied by a dull squeezing sound, they intertwined and overlapped, embedding themselves into each other.

They eventually merged completely, becoming a solid iron lump with curled edges and doubled thickness.

This terrifying destructive power is comparable to that of an industrial hydraulic press.

An ordinary person's physical body is so fragile in front of him that it's probably not even as fragile as tofu.

"Two more items were scrapped."

Fang Cheng looked at the barbell plates that had been compressed into a lump and shook his head slightly.

He then put them back on the shelf and shook his slightly hot hands.

He was very satisfied with the results of the strength test.

Even so, the destructive urge in his heart was not fully released.

Fang Cheng slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, his eyes burning with intensity.

He was genuinely curious about how many tons of kinetic energy those fists could generate if they were to be thrown with all their might without reservation.

The maximum load capacity of boxing force gauges on the market today is only one or two thousand kilograms.

With his superhuman abilities now surpassing the 80-point limit, he threw a punch with all his might.

Not only would they fail to obtain accurate data, but they would likely just smash the machine to pieces.

Obviously, directly measuring punching strength is not feasible.

He needs to find a more intuitive and environmentally friendly way to measure the limits of his power.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over the array of equipment.

Finally, it landed on the bottom shelf, on the 2.2-meter-long Olympic professional weightlifting bar.

An idea to test the limits of wrist and arm strength quickly took shape in my mind.

Fang Cheng stepped forward and pulled out the all-steel pole with one hand.

He placed one end of the long bar on the bracket in mid-air and began to put barbell plates on that end.

During this process, he quickly went through the lever principle of basic physics in his mind.

If you hold the last ten centimeters of the handle with one hand and raise it horizontally in the air, you can keep the long pole horizontal and still in mid-air.

The counter-torque provided by the wrist must be equal to the downward torque generated by the weight on the other end to achieve counter-balance.

A pole length of over two meters will amplify the torque by more than twenty times.

This means that for every kilogram of weight added to the distal end, the force pressing on the wrist will become about twenty kilograms.

For preliminary verification, Fang Cheng first hung two 25KG barbell plates at the far end, totaling 50 kilograms.

He walked to the empty end, put his right hand together, and gripped the end of the long pole tightly with his five fingers, as if holding a long chopstick.

The forearm muscles suddenly exerted force and lifted upwards.

The long pole detached from the bracket instantly and hovered steadily in mid-air.

The actual weight of 50 kilograms, amplified by a torque of twenty times, means that the downward kinetic energy applied to his right wrist now exceeds one ton.

This is equivalent to lifting a mini car with one hand.

But Fang Cheng's arm was as if it were welded to the long pole, without even the slightest tremor.

He even appeared relaxed and at ease, and his breathing rhythm remained undisturbed.

"Too light."

Fang Cheng tried it and then shook his head.

He then put the long bar back on the rack, picked up the barbell plates with his left hand, and added up to 4 plates in one go.

A full 100 kilograms of distal counterweight.

Then, Fang Cheng used his right hand to lift and raise the arm horizontally again.

The long-handled rod performed very steadily.

With the torque amplified to two tons pressing down on his wrist bones, Fang Cheng only needed a brief adjustment to regain his footing and successfully lift the weight.

"Add more."

Feeling that there was still plenty of room for maneuver, Fang Cheng decided to continue exploring and accelerate the stacking process.

He slipped the cast iron pieces onto the long rod one by one.

Five pieces, six pieces... until the eighth piece is hung up.

The weight at the far end reached a staggering 200 kilograms, amplifying the downward force to over four tons.

Fang Cheng finally felt a heavy pressure on his wrist.

The flexor muscles of the forearm stretched out several clear grooves, and the veins hidden under the skin bulged out slowly like earthworms.

But it's just that it feels a bit strenuous; there's still room to go before reaching the limit.

He then continued to add more weights until he reached the 10th barbell plate.

Clang!

The metal sleeve at the other end was already completely stuffed.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, ready to face the challenge once again.

The five fingers of his right hand were like a steel knuckle duster embedded in steel, firmly locking the very end.

"rise!"

With a deep exhale, the long pole was lifted horizontally for the seventh time.

This time, the power of the laws of physics was fully revealed.

The 250-kilogram distal load, amplified by the lever torque of more than two meters, has now caused the downward force pressing on Fang Cheng's right wrist joint to soar to a terrifying five tons.

This is equivalent to lifting a medium-sized cargo truck with just one hand.

Fang Cheng's right forearm muscles swelled instantly under the heavy pressure, the knotted muscle lines resembling a taut steel cable on a winch.

A faint "clicking" sound came from the cartilage and joint of the wrist.

The long pole, covered with black-painted cast iron sheets, had even begun to bend downwards under the pull of gravity.

But Fang Cheng's arm, gripping the end, was like a steel pillar cast in the air, stubbornly maintaining horizontal balance.

One second, two seconds...

He held this posture, which completely defies human biomechanics, for a full five seconds.

The strength of his arm and the hardness of his wrist bones were on full display at this moment.

It was absolutely terrifying, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

Finally, the long pole began to tremble slightly, clearly indicating that it could not continue.

wow-

Fang Cheng loosened his grip.

The long pole, having lost its support, sank instantly, its tilted head pointing towards the ground.

Ten heavy cast iron barbell plates collided with each other, making a clanging sound, and slid rapidly down the tilted metal bar.

It looked like it was about to smash through the newly laid sports floor.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

His figure suddenly left a blurry afterimage in place.

A short, sharp tearing sound suddenly rang out in the quiet living room.

Just before the first piece of iron touched the floor, Fang Cheng was already half-crouched below the far end of the long pole.

He extended both hands in quick succession, his ten fingers flying across the page, creating a dazzling display of palm shadows.

boom!
The empty end of the long pole slammed onto the shock-absorbing sports floor with a dull thud.

Fang Cheng intercepted all ten pieces of iron, totaling 250 kilograms, and neatly stacked them back on the shelf beside him.

From releasing the metal piece to catching it, the entire process took less than 0.5 seconds, and not a single scratch was left on the floor's paint. (End of Chapter)