Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1201 - 584

It was shortly after five in the morning at Yulong Lake.

The sky was still bathed in a deep, dark indigo.

A thin shroud of mist clung to the lake, shifting gently in the morning breeze like a soft, translucent veil.

An immense silence hung over the area, broken only by the faint, distant rumble of cargo trucks navigating the highway.

Occasionally, the sparse, rhythmic chirping of insects drifted from the grass along the bank.

"Swish—"

A figure in full stride suddenly shattered the stillness of the night.

The sheer force of the wind trailing behind him swept up a cloud of leaves and debris, carving a long path through the air.

His movement was remarkably swift, yet executed with a fluid, seamless grace that lacked any wasted effort.

With every step, he landed precisely upon the road's markers, mirroring the precision and power of a speeding Ferrari.

As he neared the highway equipped with surveillance cameras, the man abruptly decelerated, his movements becoming soft and controlled.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Fang Cheng settled into a steady jog, his breathing remaining deep and rhythmic.

For the past several days, he had resided in Wanghu Town, adhering to the disciplined routine of an ascetic.

During the daylight hours, he remained secluded in his bedroom to avoid distressing his grandfather and mother, pretending to diligently review the pile of exam materials provided by Wei Zheng.

In reality, his superior memory allowed him to scan and retain the previous years' comprehensive exams as easily as copying files to a drive.

He dedicated his free time to phone calls with Lin Chuqiao and the professor, as well as practicing Visualization and Qigong in the comfort of his room.

The restless vitality within him remained bottled up until this hour, the darkest moment before the dawn.

Every morning at four sharp, he would rise to begin his routine.

He first visited a secluded mountain park near Yulong Lake for physical conditioning and Air Attack practice.

Following that, he completed a few laps around the lake to bolster his Running Experience.

Today proved to be no different.

Having finished his targeted Jujitsu drills on the mountainside, he was currently cooling down with a light jog by the water.

Fang Cheng glanced up to check the time.

Dawn was still distant; the world remained dark and deserted, save for the rustling leaves caught in the breeze.

A wave of anticipation washed over him.

He felt compelled to attempt it once more—to pierce the sound barrier and transcend the limits of his speed.

When a human attains the speed of sound, is it possible to achieve stable flight without wings, relying solely on the pressure generated against the air?

It would be akin to an airplane gathering speed on a runway before finally lifting off.

Given his current status, he was certainly prepared to make the attempt.

His Constitution Attribute had previously climbed beyond the human limit of 80 points.

After masterfully advancing his Qigong Skill to the Grandmaster Level a few days prior, he had gained an additional 3 points, bringing his total to 83.

His body had been tempered through brutal, relentless training, allowing it to withstand extreme pressures and thermal loads that would have once been impossible.

While his previous efforts to exceed the speed of sound had threatened to leave him physically shattered, he was now capable of enduring such strain for far longer.

With this, Fang Cheng instinctively quickened his stride, tightening his muscles and bracing to unleash his full power.

However, as he prepared to push his speed to the maximum, his gaze fell upon the asphalt underfoot, and he came to a sudden halt.

He recalled the aftermath of his last attempt to break the sound barrier by the lake.

The sheer impact of his feet had left deep craters and twisted, deformed cracks in the sturdy road.

This destruction had sparked a local urban legend about a "wild monster roaming near Yulong Lake" late at night.

Some townsfolk were even convinced they had witnessed a rogue, supernatural boar tearing up the ground.

If he continued to wreak havoc so carelessly, the police might apprehend him for property damage long before his official Special Search Team trial commenced.

"I suppose I need to find a new location..."

Fang Cheng sighed with frustration, reluctantly discarding the idea of sprinting on the road.

He resumed his slow pace, focusing on regulating his breath.

Minutes later, he crested a gentle incline.

Fang Cheng slowly came to a stop before a wide, tranquil bay of the lake.

The area was shielded by dense woods and lush vegetation.

Before him, the vast, misty expanse of the lake met the indigo mountains on the horizon.

Wisps of fog swirled lazily; the water looked silent and profound, like a hidden, untouched realm.

The mysterious grandeur of the scene resonated within him.

His eyes locked onto the distant center of the lake.

The water churned with deep, inscrutable ripples.

A daring thought took hold in his mind.

If the earth could not support the force of his strides, perhaps the water surface could serve his purpose.

The idea was not entirely impossible.

According to fluid dynamics, if an object strikes water with enough speed—moving too quickly for the molecules to shift or displace—the inertial resistance and surface tension of the liquid intensify exponentially.

At that precise moment, the soft surface of the water would yield an incredible reactive force.

This phenomenon is known as the "skip effect."

If one possessed sufficient speed and kinetic energy, it was possible to race across the surface like a skipping stone.

Perhaps he could even achieve more.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, studying the lake's undulating surface with intensity.

He could utilize this method to achieve a more authentic sensation of low-altitude flight.

By sprinting with extreme horizontal velocity and using his arms to generate lift, he could treat the surface of the water as a platform to maintain his height.