Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1152 - 561:
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
The previous night, upon learning from Shen Wei that Fang Cheng had alone annihilated the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, Ah Le seemed to accept it outwardly, yet internally, it came across as a legendary fable, stirring a wave of skepticism within him.
However, at this moment, as he observed the events transpiring right in front of his eyes, every bit of hesitation dissolved away, supplanted by intense awe and reverence.
Truly, in this realm, power never arises without cause.
It takes relentless daily training, bordering on self-inflicted torment, to sculpt a body beyond mortal limits.
This embodies the essence of a genuine powerhouse!
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"
A complete set of one hundred repetitions!
Once the final push-up concluded, Fang Cheng tensed his abdomen powerfully, tracing a flawless curve through the atmosphere, somersaulting effortlessly like a feather, and touching down with poise.
His soles met the surface without a whisper, as elegant as a cat's stride.
"Hoo—"
Fang Cheng released a prolonged exhalation, the breath forming a direct white stream in the atmosphere, persisting for quite a while.
He pivoted his head, his eyes fixing straight on Ah Le positioned at the doorway to the rooftop terrace.
Suddenly, Ah Le sensed a stinging sensation in his vision, like pins jabbing.
Those eyes cut like blades, infused with the raw energy and dominance from his vigorous workout, akin to a tiger surveying its domain.
Ah Le trembled from head to toe, sweat beading coldly, his mouth twitched in an attempt to offer a greeting, but his voice box seemed stuffed with wadding.
Observing a Martial Arts Grandmaster in training counts as a grave breach in the Martial World.
Luckily, the piercing intensity in Fang Cheng’s gaze softened rapidly, reverting to its typical tranquility.
"You’re up?"
He wiped the perspiration from his brow offhandedly.
"Ah... yes, just woke up."
Ah Le bobbed his head swiftly, sensing some unease.
Fang Cheng’s eyes glanced across his midsection:
"How’s the wound? Can you move around now?"
"It’s nothing serious, it doesn’t hurt much anymore."
Ah Le straightened up automatically, hesitated, noted the subtle tension in the air, and promptly added:
"Well... Mr. Fang, what would you like for breakfast? I’m just about to go down and buy some."
"Breakfast, huh?"
Fang Cheng paused briefly at the suggestion, then declined politely:
"How could I let you do that, you’re guests, I should be the one to show hospitality."
"Mr. Fang, please don’t say that!"
Ah Le responded sincerely, appearing keen:
"If it wasn’t for your righteous intervention last night, the Chairman might not have survived. Compared to your life-saving favor, a mere breakfast is nothing."
"This is just a small gesture of service I wish to offer you. If you refuse this, I won’t even feel comfortable staying here."
Noticing the genuine intent in the other's words, Fang Cheng refrained from pushing back, inclining his head:
"Alright, I’ll trouble you then."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"
Ah Le waved his hand rapidly, a grin blooming on his features, and he thumped his torso confidently:
"Order whatever you want, as much as you want, it’s on me!"
"Then get twenty large meat buns, three baskets of steamed dumplings, and ten savory pancakes."
Fang Cheng considered briefly, then tallied mentally:
"Add two bowls of savory tofu curd, with extra chili oil, I’ve been craving it."
"Oh right, if there are beef potstickers, make it three pounds."
"Uh..."
Ah Le’s grin solidified immediately, his eyelid flickering, questioning his own ears:
"T-Twenty large meat buns? A-And also three pounds of potstickers?"
Is this breakfast or stocking up? Even a glutton doesn’t eat this much!
"Just this bit."
Fang Cheng eyed the stunned Ah Le and clarified:
"Yesterday’s battle wasn’t too consuming, just replenishing a bit will suffice, no need to buy too much."
"Okay... okay! I’ll go buy it right away!"
Ah Le snapped back to reality, gulping, and hurried toward the staircase.
Only after exiting the stairwell and encountering the fresh morning air did he notice his shirt clung damply to his back.
Just replenishing a bit?
This hunger, this build... truly a beast cloaked in human form.
On the roof terrace.
Fang Cheng observed Ah Le’s rushed exit, shaking his head in mild exasperation.
He had restrained himself considerably; given his present metabolic rate, this quantity merely scratches the surface.
To avoid alarming them, he requested only half his typical portion.
He lifted his sight to the heavens, where the sun had yet to climb fully, leaving ample time.
Fang Cheng’s thoughts shifted, calling forth the interface.
He viewed the experience gains scrolling like a torrent across his vision.
Even absent any gear support, by ramping up the challenge and counts, each exercise technique still accrued a decent haul of experience points.
"Not bad at all."
Fang Cheng whispered to himself, giving a faint nod.
His attention then drifted over the abilities display, settling on the [Jujitsu] area.
With time to spare, he decided to train a bit further.
Jujitsu had hit a plateau at Level 2, with the goal to advance to Level 3 in under half a month.
Thinking thus, Fang Cheng inhaled deeply and resumed his motions.
Front somersaults, rear flips, lateral strikes, full rotations...
An array of advanced maneuvers flowed seamlessly under his control.
He darted nimbly amid the intersecting pipes, resembling a coiling serpent.
Each touchdown felt plush like down, and with a light push from his toe, he launched anew, silent all the while.
As the initial rays of dawn started to envelop the urban sprawl, the noises of daily life slowly stirred.
Within this hazy, aged urban zone, upon this faded, timeworn pipe-laden structure.
A nimble silhouette twirled in the early light, as if defying earthly pull, ascending to a superior existence.
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By eight o'clock in the morning, the elevated roads of East Capital buzzed with vehicles.
The golden sunbeams filtered through the automobile's front glass, projecting a luminous patch onto the instrument panel.