Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1087 - 536: Spider-Man Evolution

If I accidentally shake hands with someone and don’t control my strength well, I’m afraid the bones in their hand would instantly turn into a pile of powder.

Of course, the increase is so great, not only because of the bonuses from the "Absolute Control" and "Ghost Back" skill effects, but also because my own Strength attribute has broken through to 70 points.

"It seems that the improvement in Agility is indeed very important."

Fang Cheng sighed, tossing the broken dumbbell into the trash can.

At the same time, he silently warned himself in his heart.

This destructive power is certainly fascinating, but if there isn’t enough control to harness it.

In daily life, I would be like a wild beast without restraint, easily harming the relatives and friends around me.

After slightly calming his mood, Fang Cheng shifted his attention to the second data change.

"Friction from 1000% to 3000%..."

Compared to the change in grip strength earlier, the increase in this value is simply terrifying.

If the enhancement in grip strength is still within the realm of biology.

Then this surge in data is like pressing nature’s rules against the ground and rubbing them in.

Fang Cheng’s eyes lit up, and he looked up at the wall painted with latex paint.

Then he stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed directly onto the smooth wall surface.

Sizzle——

As soon as the fingertips touched, a stickiness sensation far stronger than before instantly transmitted from the nerve endings.

Through introspection, Fang Cheng could clearly perceive countless nano-sized bristles growing on his fingertip pads.

Compared to before, these bristles have become denser and thicker, like countless tiny hooks, gripping the microscopic pores on the wall that are invisible to the naked eye.

The originally smooth, mirror-like latex paint wall, in this tactile feedback, seemed to secrete strong glue, firmly adhering to the fingers.

"Interesting..."

Fang Cheng pondered, pinching his five fingers, then placed them on the wall again.

This time, there was no running start or leveraging, and no preparatory actions.

He placed one hand against the wall, tentatively lifted his feet, and let his body hang in the air.

A miracle happened.

The palm didn’t slip down, not even budging an inch.

Relying solely on the static friction generated by the palm and the smooth wall, he defied logic by hanging on the vertical wall.

"This is practically flipping Newton’s coffin lid!"

Fang Cheng felt this stable sense of support, genuinely shocked in his heart.

A 3000% friction coefficient means that just a bit of normal pressure is enough to provide friction to support the entire body weight.

In his current state, he was no different than a humanoid gecko.

Next, Fang Cheng engaged his core power, attempting to move on the wall.

Reaching his left hand out, he pressed it against the upper wall, released his right hand, and alternated upward.

The movement was effortless, like walking on flat ground.

With a playful heart, Fang Cheng eyed the steel beam under the ceiling and propelled himself upwards like a large bird.

"Pop!"

This time, he didn’t even grab onto the protruding edges.

He simply pressed his palms against the rough bottom of the square steel pipe and then tightly hooked his ten fingers onto the metal surface.

The whole person astonishingly "adhered" to the underside of the steel beam.

Of course, compared to the vertical wall, this inverted posturing without any support point is much more difficult.

After all, gravity is no longer trying to make him slide down, but wants to pull him directly off the steel beam.

This gravity-defying state of adherence can only be maintained for a short time.

Fang Cheng must constantly lunge forward relying on core power, using dynamic grip to counteract the descending trend.

But nonetheless, this is already a miracle.

No grabbing, no leverage, purely relying on that insane friction.

Fang Cheng is like a real spider, hanging inverted beneath the ceiling, coming and going freely.

"Not yet learned to fly, but I’ve evolved into Spiderman instead."

Hanging in the air, Fang Cheng felt this leisurely sense of control, with a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.