Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1009 - 504

In the early morning, the city was still asleep.

The old tubular buildings of Old Factory Street were immersed in a bluish-grey mist.

The air was filled with the lingering smell of last night’s oil smoke and the dampness from the sewers.

The dim streetlights had not yet extinguished, while the neon lights of the distant commercial circle were faintly visible through the mist, like remnants of a dream.

Occasionally, a sanitation worker would ride past on a tricycle, the clattering of the wheels on the road echoing far and wide in the empty street.

At this moment of utter silence.

On the roof terrace of a nine-story tubular building, a nimble figure had already commenced his self-torturous training in the darkness.

He stood on his hands and feet, balancing entirely on the index finger of his right hand, standing steadily on the edge of a concrete water tank.

From a distance, he resembled a straight flagpole, firmly anchored there.

"One hundred and forty-eight... one hundred and forty-nine... one hundred and fifty."

As he counted silently in his heart, Fang Cheng slightly bent his right index finger, and the core muscles of his waist and abdomen suddenly tightened.

His entire body was like a fully drawn bow, continually performing handstand pushups in the air.

Exhale—

A breath of turbid air was slowly exhaled, piercing through the night like a sharp sword.

Fang Cheng twisted his waist and abdomen, deftly flipping himself upright.

The bare, muscular body glowed slightly red in the night breeze.

Though not exaggeratedly muscular, every muscle seemed like finely tempered steel, with smooth and dense lines.

Tiny beads of sweat trickled down his spine, collecting at his lower back, outlining a palpable sense of strength.

Looking towards the east, the sky had just begun to show a faint line of weak daylight, dyeing the layered clouds a leaden grey.

"It’s just past five, and it’s almost dawn."

Fang Cheng glanced at the sky, calculating silently.

Having just completed 6 sets of a total of 900 single-finger handstand pushups, he finally managed to complete four of the six fitness skills.

But the remaining tasks were still heavy.

Single-leg squats were still short by two sets totaling 1,200, and single-arm pull-ups required an additional three sets of 1,500.

Since returning to East Capital, Fang Cheng had greatly increased the intensity of his daily training, with both the number of sets and reps of each skill increased.

Attempting to complete all training items in just over an hour, as before, was evidently a bit of a stretch.

Moreover, with the summer solstice approaching, the days were getting longer and the nights shorter, meaning his morning training time would have to be adjusted forward.

Fang Cheng withdrew his thoughts and lightly jumped down from the two-meter-high water tank.

His eyes were bright, scanning the crisscrossing pipes on the roof terrace, quickly searching for his target.

These pipes, because of years of disrepair, were covered in mottled rust and paint, appearing quite cold and hard in the darkness.

Eventually, Fang Cheng’s gaze locked onto an iron pipe with a diameter of over thirty centimeters.

This pipe, over three meters high from the ground, was as broad as a rock wall, with no protrusions to grip.

In climbing gyms, similar tools are referred to as "overhung pull-up bars."

They are specially provided for high-order trainers seeking ultimate explosive training, considered a nightmare-level challenge.

Because ordinary pull-ups rely on the grip of the palms on the horizontal bar.

But for this thick pipe, the palm cannot close around it at all, relying entirely on fingertips applying pressure on the pipe wall to create friction and obtain a point of support.

Even world-class rock climbers, under these conditions, would be considered masters if they could do ten standard pull-ups.

But for Fang Cheng, this was just daily training.

He took two running steps and leapt up.

Clap!

His right hand’s five fingers gripped the pipe like steel hooks.

With a strength of 65 points, he was endowed with non-human finger strength, combined with the "Absolute Control" effect inherent in the pull-up skill.

At the moment his fingertips touched the rusted surface, friction was amplified tenfold, as if rooted firmly there.

His body hung in the air, as stable as Mount Tai.

"Begin."

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his fingers and latissimus dorsi muscles working in unison.

His whole body, like a nimble monkey, relying only on one hand to pull, traced a smooth arc in the air, his chin easily passing over the pipe.

Once, twice, three times...

The movements were textbook standard, rhythmically stable and harmonious.

With each contraction and relaxation of the muscles, he could clearly feel the power coursing through his body.

That palpable feeling of getting stronger through sweat, like a warm current, gradually dispelled the shadow that had lingered in his heart for days.

"Not enough yet..."

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth, a fierce determination in his eyes.

Though by relying on the "All-Knowing Language" talent and the "Sun Heart Net" defense mechanism, he had confidence in blocking the mental tracking of the "Ideal Land" leader.

But the biggest threat still remained, as his appearance had already been remembered by the opponent.

Once the Ideal Land cast a wide net in its full effort to search, being found was only a matter of time.

According to the Professor’s previous prediction, if the opponent only sent a few S-Class staff over, he still had some confidence to maneuver.

But if the suspected centuries-old leader personally took action...

Fang Cheng knew well that given his current strength, his trump cards were far from enough.

The Illuminati, this new organization, needed time to take root and sprout.

And as its leader, he needed more time to grow and transform.

The night before last, Fang Cheng successfully pulled Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiran into the Inner World during an experiment.

This not only meant the organization had a safe gathering place, but also meant he had found a fast track to grow stronger and achieve "Inner Scenery External Manifestation."

The more mutants linked with the "Sun Heart Net," the more substantial the "Spiritual Food" fed back to him, and the faster the Inner World’s growth speed.