Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1010 - 504-2

Since those high-dimensional mysterious beings need to grant abilities to mutants in order to harvest spiritual food.

Then if I can snatch the food from their mouths, as long as I can withstand the backlash pressure from the rule level, the benefits will be unimaginable.

Over the past two days, with the actual experience, just by successfully summoning Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiran, Fang Cheng has already witnessed significant changes in the Inner World with his own eyes.

The area of the island extended outward by nearly one-tenth, the originally low hills rose by several meters, and even the river became wider and more turbulent.

More crucially, the brightness of the light representing the consciousness of the two people in the starry sky dome surged, establishing an unprecedented close link with the sun symbolizing the "True Self."

With this successful attempt, combined with the theories of Ma Jianguo and Shi Chengyi, and the experience accumulated from his own cultivation, Fang Cheng has a clearer path to break through the situation.

It is "Dual Cultivation of Life and Spirit."

Inner cultivation of "Spirit," that is, the sublimation of the Spirit.

Using the Visualization Method to gather the Divine Soul, collect Wish Power from all beings to expand the island, create vitality, and promote the evolution of the Inner World towards the legendary "Divine Kingdom."

This is the ladder to break the upper limit of mortal destiny and reach the supreme god throne.

Outer training of "Life," that is, tempering the physical body.

Forge the body into an indestructible furnace, providing a continuous supply of blood and energy, carrying the increasingly vast Divine Soul, laying the most solid material foundation for future "Inner Scenery External Manifestation" and interference with reality.

As the ancient saying goes: "If you cultivate the Spirit but not the Life, countless calamities will make it difficult for the ghost to transcend; if you cultivate the Life but not the Spirit, it’s like having wealth without a master."

If the Spirit is a skyscraper, then the physical body is the foundation.

If the foundation is unstable, the higher the building, the faster it will collapse in the future.

Without a body comparable to gods and demons, even if you steal the power of a "god," it’s difficult to touch the domain of laws that can change the world.

The final result can only be the disintegration of the body and the soul turning to dust.

Only by advancing both equally can one break through the shackles and truly achieve transcendence.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s eyes burned even more intensely.

"Again!"

He growled lowly, speeding up the frequency of pull-ups again.

[Constitution increased by 0.001 points]

[Strength increased by 0.001 points]

.........

The numbers on the panel kept flickering with information.

Fang Cheng tirelessly sweated.

This ultra-high difficulty single-arm inclined wall pull-up far exceeded the efficiency of ordinary training methods.

Originally, a set required 500 repetitions, now it only takes over 100 to achieve the same load effect.

After finishing a set, Fang Cheng landed on the ground and continued to practice Single-leg Squats.

Then switched to his left hand and continued practicing single-arm inclined wall pull-ups.

Time quietly slipped away amidst the continuous repetition of training.

The red sun in the eastern sky finally burst out, the golden sunshine penetrated the morning mist, shining on Fang Cheng’s bare torso.

At this moment, his entire skin, due to congestion, showed a healthy reddish hue, with fine sweat beads sparkling in the sunlight.

Every muscle seemed to swell as if inflated, with veins coiling like dragons, full of explosive visual impact.

"Phew——"

After completing the last single-arm inclined wall pull-up, Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath and slowly straightened his body.

Although the intensity of the morning workout was much higher than before, he was not exhausted.

Apart from slightly rapid breathing, his expression remained calm, as if the inhuman self-torture training just now was just a warm-up.

A light blue screen unfolded slowly before his eyes.

Fang Cheng checked the results of this morning’s workout.

The experience points of six fitness skills have all increased significantly.

Each has risen by at least ten points, some by nearly twenty points, which is quite impressive.

This is the charm of bodyweight fitness.

Even without the aid of equipment, as long as one constantly challenges higher difficulty movement skills, one can infinitely approach the human body’s limits.

After viewing the experience points, Fang Cheng scanned the panel and continued checking the progress bars of other skills.

"Running is only 4 experience points away, maybe today I can achieve an upgrade..."

He thought to himself, his spirit lifted.

By then, whether it’s obtaining a new Skill Effect or precious Free Attribute Points, it would allow his overall combat power to leap up a level again.

Fang Cheng’s gaze continued to move downward, suddenly his eyes slightly squinted, noticing a small line of notes behind the pull-up skill:

[When your Strength attribute surpasses 70 points, this skill will transform, unlocking a hidden effect.]

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered, unable to help but fantasize.

Currently, his Strength attribute is 65 points, only 5 points away from the 70-point threshold.

If luck is on his side, perhaps the attribute points rewards from running upgrades could help him cross this hurdle.

"Buzz——"

The sound of a car engine starting from downstairs broke the morning calm.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts, glanced around.

The sky was getting brighter, white smoke was rising from the coal stove of the breakfast stall downstairs, and distant early risers were opening their windows one after another.

The originally silent Old Factory Street gradually filled with the breath of life.

Fang Cheng didn’t linger.

To make the most of his time, his body flickered, agilely flipping over the roof terrace wall

Then silently slid down along the drainpipe, like a homing swift diving into his window.

The bedroom was still dim, the breathing sound of his mother next door was long and steady, evidently still in deep sleep.

Fang Cheng changed into a dark blue tracksuit, put on running shoes with gentle movements.

Then he quietly opened the door again and walked out.

This time, his destination was Jiangbin Park a few kilometers away.

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At six in the morning in the park, it was shrouded in a layer of thin white river mist, the air wet and fresh.

There was no noise, only a few fitness enthusiasts working out in the morning.

A few elderly people wearing white practice clothes pushed Tai Chi slowly under the willow trees by the river.

Occasionally, young people with headphones on stride along the track, sweating and breathing heavily.

Fang Cheng blended into this sparse morning workout crowd, adjusting his breath, deliberately suppressing the force under his feet.

With his current abnormal physical condition, he dared not run at full speed.

Otherwise, every step would leave a footprint, like the heavy blow of a pile driver.

If he were to leave deep pits in the expensive rubber track again, he’d be guilty of damaging public property.

In his current state, he was like a skilled dancer, precisely controlling the contraction and relaxation of every muscle in motion, maintaining his speed steadily at the level of a professional long-distance runner.

This was not only a workout for physical fitness, but also for honing the mastery of his power.

He was running through the morning breeze, watching the scenery around fly backward rapidly, feeling the pulse of the city, yet his inner peace was extraordinary.

After running for about half an hour, an older gentleman also on a morning run caught Fang Cheng’s attention.

That old man was wearing a tank top, although his hair was grey, his body was muscular and firm, with a steady pace, clearly a practitioner.

He seemed to have followed Fang Cheng for a while, trying to compete.

But no matter how he sped up, he was always left dozens of meters behind by Fang Cheng, unable to catch up.

Finally, at a corner, Fang Cheng slowed down to adjust his pace.

The old man caught up, breathing heavily, giving Fang Cheng a thumbs-up, genuinely praising:

"Young man, your stamina is impressive! I’ve followed you for five kilometers, and your pace hasn’t dropped at all, without even panting."

"Nowadays, it’s rare to see young people as fit as you!"

Fang Cheng turned his head, looking at the old man who was sweating profusely yet spirited, also smiled and nodded:

"Sir, you’re not bad either, still strong despite age."

A few simple words of greeting, carrying the goodwill and encouragement between strangers, added a bit of fun to the monotonous morning run.

Another half an hour passed.

When the sun fully rose, casting shimmering reflections on the river, Fang Cheng suddenly stopped under a willow tree.

A brilliant light gleamed from the floating panel before his eyes.