Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1202 - 584:

Just as his momentum peaked and his form began to dip, he tapped his toes lightly against the water’s surface. Utilizing the liquid tension as a makeshift platform, he propelled his body upward and forward once more. It was a sight reminiscent of the Rippling Waves Steps demonstrated by unmatched masters in the cinema. Fang Cheng pondered the mechanics, finding the logic sound. His current hangtime required a mere 0.02 seconds more to fully activate the Flying Skill. Yet, this negligible fraction of time remained a vast canyon he had yet to bridge. He had initially intended to wait until his Agility Attribute surpassed eighty points, hoping the resultant leap in physical prowess would cover the deficit, but the rate of progress pained him.

Summoning his status, Fang Cheng scrutinized the skill menu. Amidst the crowded list, only two abilities showed promise for a breakthrough: [Jujutsu Lv2 (457/500)] and [Muay Thai Lv2 (401/500)]. While both appeared a hundred points away, he understood the truth. Practicing techniques in isolation lacked the intensity of real combat, rendering the experience gains poor. Relying solely on Air Attack drills would drag the process out for weeks. Moreover, skill upgrades offered no guarantee of free attribute points. His Qigong progression to the Grandmaster Level had only yielded three Constitution points as a fixed reward, leaving his Agility untouched. Realizing this, Fang Cheng shifted tactics. Rather than waiting for luck, he chose to challenge his limits directly, using wind gliding to simulate flight.

He recalled his life-and-death struggle with the Ghost Scythe, where a high-altitude fall provided the ultimate trial. By capturing the rhythm of the wind then, he had grasped natural mysteries. The panel’s previous rewards proved this method viable. Lately, constant distractions had left him without suitable cliffs to practice leaping, but as he faced the expanse of the lakeshore, the sheer momentum of his sonic-speed approach sparked an idea. Encouraged, he retreated into the nearby woods to shed his restrictive clothing, emerging clad in nothing but his signature red sports briefs. Digging his toes into the damp earth, he braced for the sprint.

His heart hammered like a powerful engine, and with a low roar of “Rise!” his thigh muscles coiled like pythons. The ground fractured under his explosive launch, mud flying as he vanished from his original position. Within 0.1 seconds, he had reached terminal velocity. The roar of the wind became a physical wall, thick as glue. Where he once felt the agony of the sonic barrier slicing his flesh, his 83-point Constitution allowed him to shrug off the pressure. “Break!” With a flash of his eyes, he shattered the barrier. A halo of white condensation erupted around him, and a thunderous sonic boom echoed across the lake, stripping leaves from the trees.

He surged onto the lake surface, his kinetic energy transforming the water into a springboard. With a soft click, he felt the elastic tension of the water beneath his feet. He did not breach the surface; instead, he used the recoil to leap again. At supersonic speeds, the air transformed into a dense, tangible fluid. Fang Cheng didn’t fight it. He adjusted his posture, torso leaning forward and arms extended like wings, inviting the airflow to dance along his muscles. Fluid dynamics took hold; the redirected air created a massive pressure differential that provided lift, effectively turning him into a living fighter jet skimming the surface.

He was no longer just running; he was manifesting a prototype of flight. Each time his momentum waned, a light touch on the surface provided the balance needed to glide onward. To any observer, he would look like a streak of light, shearing Yulong Lake in two, leaving a straight white furrow in his wake. Fang Cheng reveled in the sensation, his body moving between the states of running and flying. He had achieved the perfect equilibrium. Yet, humanity remained beholden to the laws of entropy; after several kilometers, the heavy drag of the atmosphere finally devoured his speed. As he dropped below the sonic threshold, the lift vanished, and the water no longer supported his weight. With a splash, he tumbled, the momentum sending him rolling into the depths of the lake.