Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1025 - 511:

The ocean before dawn seemed to merge with the night.

Only the roar of waves crashing against the rocks echoed in this silent world.

A slender figure in a blue tracksuit was speeding along the coastline.

His speed was astonishing, his posture incredibly light.

Each step on the damp sand only stirred up a spray of fine sand.

The sea breeze, carrying salty moisture, crashed into him, yet it couldn’t stop his arrow-like sprint.

Suddenly, the figure halted abruptly.

Facing the sea, he twisted his waist as his spine moved like a mighty dragon, swiftly throwing out a punch.

Boom!

The force of the punch ripped through the air, creating a sound like a thunderous explosion.

The sound waves rolled forth, even overpowering the crashing waves on the shore.

Then came the second punch, the third, the fourth...

Fists whirled, the gusts of wind whipped up waves of sand and ocean spray.

The series of sonic booms reverberated over the vast sea surface.

Startled, the sea birds perched on distant cliffs took flight, vanishing into the depths of the night.

For a long time.

The figure stood still, fists drawn in, his chest gently rising and falling.

His dark eyes shone eerily bright in the darkness, like two cold stars.

His gaze turned sharply to the city’s silhouette, still nestled in darkness.

He then turned and ran along the coastal highway, rushing toward the cluster of apartment buildings.

..................

"Click."

The sound of a lock turning was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

The sturdy security door opened in response, and Fang Cheng walked into the room, dressed in his tracksuit.

Inside was pitch-black, curtains drawn tight, with only the fridge’s indicator light emitting a faint green glow.

He didn’t turn on the lights, expertly navigating to a corner, taking a chilled bottle of mineral water from the fridge, unscrewing the cap, and gulping it down.

The cold liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, bringing a refreshing sensation.

Fang Cheng glanced at the empty bottle in his hand, a hint of sentiment in his heart.

After surpassing the 80-point threshold in Constitution, this body’s endurance was so formidable it seemed otherworldly.

The running and Air Attack training he just did for over an hour was enough exercise to exhaust ten professional athletes in a relay race.

To him, it was just as easy as a post-meal stroll with a sip of water, barely breaking a sweat.

Yet it’s still not enough.

Fang Cheng tossed the empty bottle into the trash bin, peeled off his slightly damp and sticky clothes whipped by the sea breeze, and walked into the living room, bare-bodied.

The pale blue sports floor glinted coldly in the weak glow of the streetlight.

Overhead, crisscrossing steel beams hung, suspending a tall black punching bag, with neat stacks of various exercise equipment by the wall.

Fang Cheng approached the bag and casually slapped it with a palm.

"Creak—"

The massive bag weighing eight hundred kilograms swung violently under this palm strike.

The hanging chains emitted a shrill friction sound, clanging loudly.

Fang Cheng withdrew his hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling open the curtains.

The opposite apartment’s windows were pitch-black, and the entire city was still asleep.

As summer approaches, daylight arrives earlier and earlier.

Today, he deliberately got up at half-past three in the morning, trained by the sea for more than an hour, and returned home before five.

The time was still very early.

After allocating attribute points yesterday, Fang Cheng spent most of the day adapting to his body post breaking through physiological limits, eating furiously to replenish nutrients.

Thus opted to stay at Sea Sky Garden, not returning to Old Factory Street.

Furthermore, there’s something even more important to verify.

Fang Cheng turned, his gaze falling on the cold stack of equipment in the corner.

The black barbell plates layered upon each other, weight bars neatly arranged, various dumbbells radiating a chilly metallic gleam.

These things hadn’t been used for quite some time.

He walked over, his fingers lightly brushing a barbell plate.

The cold touch spread from his fingertips, yet his heart ignited with a fiery passion.

"The Ideal Land folks probably won’t give me much time..."

Fang Cheng muttered, his gaze gradually sharpening.

"I must grow stronger quickly to ensure safety."

An 80-point Constitution clearly isn’t enough to boost Combat Power sufficiently.

The Constitution attribute mainly affects True Qi usage and endurance.

To achieve direct brute force, more strength and speed are needed.

Ideally, all four attributes should break the extreme threshold.

Only then would he have the confidence to truly face that man.

Fang Cheng gazed at the distant twinkling city lights, his eyes narrowing slightly,

Then he composed his thoughts, flexing his wrists and ankles, stepping beneath the pull-up bar to prepare for today’s real challenge.

First, the load was attached.

Fang Cheng fastened the specially-made leather strap around his waist.

Once secured, he attached the thumb-thick chains and weight objects.

One plate, two plates, three plates...

Ten 25-kilogram heavy steel barbell plates were hung in succession, creating crisp metallic clashing sounds.

Five hundred pounds of weight hung at his waist.

For an ordinary person, just standing would be tough.

But Fang Cheng maintained a straight posture, his expression unchanged.

He slightly bent his legs and vigorously leaped, grasping the thick solid steel bar steadily.

Suspended mid-air, the heavy barbell plates swayed gently below.

"Let’s begin."

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, tightened his grip around the horizontal bar with all ten fingers, ready for action.

This time, he didn’t pull his body up quickly like usual.

Instead, he deliberately slowed the pace, controlling each pull-up to last around a second, aiming to enter a Charging State.