Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1028 - 512-2

His training plan could only be described as extreme:

The entire day required the completion of 10 sets, each set with 100 reps, totaling 1,000 reps.

This meant that every day, he had to endure thousands of tons of pressure within his body!

Such intensity, let alone ordinary people.

Even for body-modified "Enhancers," they probably wouldn’t last a day before experiencing muscle breakdown or even internal organ rupture.

Even with Fang Cheng’s constitution of up to 80 points, it’s impossible to complete it in one go.

He could only spread this 1,000-rep workload across different time periods of the day.

Every time he finished a set of Pull-ups, he was required to rest for an hour.

And during this one-hour "rest," he wasn’t idle; instead, he interspersed practicing Jujitsu ground moves and Muay Thai Sweep Kicks and knee strikes.

With such an arrangement, he could advance these two Fighting Skills’ progress while also using different muscle groups alternately to avoid overuse injuries from a single action.

Fang Cheng worked tirelessly, training nearly 24 hours a day.

Hungry, he would gulp down chunks of beef and high-energy liquid food.

Exhausted, he would sit cross-legged, channeling Qigong to regulate his Inner Breath.

Such devilish training intensity obviously came with immense costs.

After several continuous days, the deep-seated muscle fatigue accumulated.

Every morning waking up, the soreness in his body felt heavier than the day before.

After all, energy conservation is an iron law; Fang Cheng isn’t a perpetual motion machine.

His super recovery power wasn’t conjured out of thin air but transformed from massive food intake.

In recent days, the stock in the large freezer noticeably diminished, requiring restocking almost daily.

Even though his body was tired, muscles constantly on the verge of soreness and reconstruction.

But whenever he saw the rapidly leaping Experience Points on the panel, Fang Cheng was filled with an indescribable excitement.

Especially for Pull-ups.

Under the boost of [Training Mode], the experience bar felt like it was on a rocket ride.

Basically, every set of 100 reps provided nearly 20 Experience Points.

Completing ten sets in one day theoretically meant an astounding 200 points.

Of course, as his body gradually adapted to this intensity, the efficiency would decrease later, stabilizing at around 150 to 160 points daily.

Even so, this was an astonishing speed.

Fang Cheng even contemplated risking injury to level up this Skill in one go.

But reason stopped him.

Overtraining would backfire; haste makes waste.

He glanced at the Skill progress displayed on the panel.

[Pull-ups lv3 (698/1000)]

"Almost there..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, a glint of determination in his eyes.

Just a few more days of perseverance; as long as his body could endure, this Skill would surely break through to LV4 first!

He took a deep breath and turned to walk under the horizontal bar.

The brief rest was over.

The next set of training began.

Fang Cheng lightly jumped up, gripping the crossbar.

As his latissimus dorsi contracted suddenly, his arms exerted force, pulling his body upward.

The invisible internal pressure instantly filled the body, muscles tightened like iron, and veins bulged under his skin like furious, twisting dragons.

"1."

"2."

"3."

Fang Cheng counted softly.

Just then,

A sudden phone ring disrupted the indoor tranquility.

Fang Cheng paused, maintaining his hanging position, turning his head to look at the phone tossed in the corner of the living room.

The screen lit up, casting a cold light on the floor.

Who would call at this time?

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Morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the dark gray velvet carpet.

This was a high-rise luxury apartment located in the city’s core area.

Soothing jazz music flowed inside, and a faint lavender fragrance wafted in the air, completely isolating the outside clamor.

Lin Chuqiao, in a burgundy silk camisole nightgown, walked barefoot into the open-plan kitchen.

The silky fabric clung to her graceful figure, swaying gently as she walked, outlining her ample bust and slim waist.

Freshly washed and without makeup, her skin was as white and luminous as creamy porcelain.

A few damp locks of hair casually draped on her collarbone, radiating an innate allure in her laziness.

She skillfully took a bag of coffee beans from the constant-temperature cabinet and poured it into the grinder.

"Buzz buzz—"

Accompanied by the machine’s low hum, rich coffee aroma instantly filled the space.

While waiting for the coffee to extract, she placed two slices of whole-wheat bread in the toaster and sliced a few pieces of avocado and cherry tomatoes, presenting them in an exquisite arrangement akin to a work of art.

In recent days, Lin Chuqiao had been busier and more fulfilled than ever.

As the "Illuminati’s" chief housekeeper, countless trivial matters flooded towards her like snowflakes.

Though the property transfer procedures for that old building at Jinshui Fish Market were cumbersome, with the Pan Family’s connections, everything went smoothly like green lights all the way.

However, the renovation team’s entry cost her considerable effort.

To ensure secrecy, she deliberately transferred a construction team from out of town, signing confidentiality agreements.

Even the blueprints were personally overseen, with her revising and finalizing with the designer repeatedly.

As for registering the trading company, it required meticulous work.

She tapped into numerous personal connections, not only setting up a complex VIE structure but also quickly opening several key import-export channels, ensuring that this shell appeared flawless.

Entangled in complexity, Lin Chuqiao simply requested a leave from school, immersing herself in the establishment of the Illuminati.

The funds on the ledger relentlessly dwindled, vanishing in the blink of an eye.