Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1027 - 512

Time flows like water, quietly slipping away.

The sun sets and rises, and in the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm golden carpet of light across the pale blue exercise floor.

A muscular, naked figure twists and turns in a living room transformed into a fighting training ground.

"Pa!"

Fang Cheng kicks off the ground, his body rising into the air, completing a standard backflip.

Before landing, his core muscles engage forcefully, twisting his center of gravity to perform a stylish one-handed cartwheel.

Then, as if boneless, he falls to the ground, his back touching down as his arms slap the floor forcefully.

This was not a mistake, but the crucial "Body Receiving" in Jujitsu.

Using the counterforce from slapping the ground, it absorbs the impact of falling to protect the spine and internal organs.

The next second.

Fang Cheng’s back arches like a shrimp, his feet pushing off the ground, his hips quickly shifting backward,

this is the core movement of ground fighting escape, "shrimping."

Then, a carp jump, and he’s airborne once more.

Front flip, side flip, spinning body turn...

He continuously performs flipping actions, like a spinning windmill, stirring up the sound of whistling wind.

Every muscle contracts and expands precisely during the intense movement, demonstrating incredible flexibility and explosiveness.

Sweat flies out with his body’s rotations.

The impact of his feet on the exercise floor is fully absorbed by the thick rubber cushioning, preventing any noise disturbance.

A whole hour.

Fang Cheng does not stop, repeatedly practicing body receiving, rolling techniques, and continuous flipping combinations.

"Huff—"

Finally, he stops, grabbing a towel hanging on the pull-up bar to wipe his sweat.

As he adjusts his breathing, a thought flashes through his mind.

A pale blue screen slowly emerges before him.

[Jujutsu Experience +3]

[Jujutsu Lv2 (415/500)]

Fang Cheng shakes his head helplessly.

After an hour of continuous high-intensity training, he only gained a mere 3 experience points.

Indeed, combat skills are different from fitness skills.

Especially Jujitsu, this particular combat style.

It’s about the confrontation between people, the control and counter-control of strength, the psychological and technical game within actual combat.

Much like playing chess, no matter how much one studies chess manuals, it can’t compare to the depth gained from playing a match against an expert.

Without a sparring partner, one cannot simulate an opponent’s struggle, resistance, and shifts in center of gravity.

Simple practice of fundamental skills can only refine physical coordination and muscle memory; naturally, the experience gain is pitifully low.

If only he could have a real fight.

The more beatings you take, the more people you beat up, the more experience you gain.

Fang Cheng walks to the window, opening the left-side ventilator.

The cool morning breeze flows in, dispelling the scent of sweat.

Down in the community’s central green space, a group of retired elders are practicing Tai Chi.

In the distance on the beach, a few scattered figures move slowly along the coastline, seemingly also jogging and working out.

These days, Fang Cheng’s life could be described as even more monotonous than an ascetic monk.

To throw himself into training without worry, he deliberately called his uncle, asking him to find a reason to take his mother back to Wanghu Town for a while.

The excuse was ready-made: grandfather’s appetite has been poor lately, missing his daughter’s cooking, needing someone to go back and care for him.

His mother, a dutiful daughter, packed her bags and left without a second thought upon hearing this.

Without family concerns, Fang Cheng completely cut off external disturbances.

Trapped himself in this "prison" of steel and concrete and began a nearly insane retreat for cultivation.

Apart from meals and necessary rest and going out to purchase supplies, all his time was filled with endless training.

Facing the enormous entity of the "Ideal Land," the sense of urgency was like an invisible whip constantly thrashing at his nerves.

Forcing him to squeeze every ounce of potential from his body.

Forcing him on this road to growing stronger to take a significant step forward every day compared to yesterday.

As his thoughts swirled, Fang Cheng calls up the panel again, sweeping his gaze across the rows of skill bars.

Aside from life skills, most combat and fitness skills have already reached the high Level 3, with experience points needed for upgrades in the thousands.

Without a special opportunity, pushing these skills up another level could take months of diligent effort at the very least.

Right now, he can only remain patient, using daily training to take small steps that lead a long way.

"However..."

Fang Cheng’s eyes glitter, pausing on the progress bars of a few skills.

Both "Jujutsu" and "Muay Thai" are less than a hundred experience points away from leveling up, relatively hopeful for a breakthrough in the short term.

But what excites him the most is the skill that seems the hardest but actually progresses the fastest.

Pull-ups.

In recent days, Fang Cheng has almost poured all his energy into these three key projects.

Every morning, unwavering, beginning with an hour of cross-country running by the seaside.

Returning home, he habitually goes through the five skills of the "Prisoner’s Six Arts."

Push-ups, deep squat, lifting leg, back bridge, handstand pushups.

These merely serve as warm-up exercises, awakening all body muscles.

Finally, comes the true main event.

Activating [Training Mode], performing standard pull-ups in the Charging State.

Each pull-up is maintained for about three seconds.

This allows the equivalent of six tons of terrifying internal pressure to deeply grind every inch of muscle and bone, maintaining the most efficient workouts.