Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1293 - 627: Flight

At this moment, after warming up his body, his fists were clenched tight.

Silently feeling the calming of his inner Qi and blood, he slightly bent his legs, lowering his center of gravity.

The Muay Thai Air Attack just now served only as a preliminary warm-up.

Next was the special training in Jujutsu, focusing on honing body flexibility and core control.

The sea breeze gently blew by, carrying away some of the heat from his body.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, leaning forward, his whole body seemingly weightless as he fell ahead.

Just as his shoulder was about to touch the ground, he lightly supported himself with his arm, his body following suit and smoothly completing a forward roll.

Then he bounced up, using the momentum to leap into the air, completing an elegant backflip mid-air.

Afterward, a series of fluid flips followed one after another on the beach.

Fang Cheng continuously rolled and leaped on the soft sand.

His joints and muscles seemed to lose their physical limits, showcasing astonishing flexibility.

The moves lacked the dominating presence of the Muay Thai exercises from before and instead exuded a silky smoothness akin to flowing water.

The moment his toes touched the ground, he deliberately controlled his leg muscles to gradually dissipate the force of his fall.

His feet left only two shallow indentations in the sand.

Compared to the earlier Muay Thai practice where stamping the ground seemed inevitable, it was a stark contrast.

In the darkness of the beach, this tireless figure kept leaping and rolling.

As agile as a fish swimming and as light as a petrel soaring.

As if merging with the heavens and the earth, only the faint sound of breathing echoed in the sea breeze.

After about half an hour had passed.

With a spinning motion, Fang Cheng leaped into the air, drawing a beautiful arc before his feet softly landed on the ground like falling leaves.

He straightened his waist, raised his hand to wipe away the tiny beads of sweat from his forehead, and his chest rhythmically rose and fell with his breaths.

In front of his sight, the sea breeze seemed to pause for a moment.

A pale blue, translucent screen slowly appeared on his retina, followed by several lines of clear data:

[Jujutsu Experience +3]

[Jujutsu Lv2 (485/500)]

[Muay Thai Experience +3]

[Muay Thai Lv2 (474/500)]

Fang Cheng looked at the panel display, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his deep eyes.

This morning exercise, he purposely spent more than an hour practicing fighting skills.

Although the experience points gained were far inferior to the abundant ones from life-and-death combat in West Mountain with Lu Tianming, they were solid and steady.

As long as he practiced persistently every day, the breakthrough to upgrade these two fighting skills was already within reach.

Perhaps, within less than a week, he could earn new attribute points.

Fang Cheng pondered briefly, put away the panel, and slowly turned, looking toward the vast ocean.

At this moment, the deep blackness on the distant horizon was finally pierced.

A faint brightness of fish belly white appeared at the edge of the sky.

The sea, gradually shedding the darkness of night, appeared infinitely vast, with rolling waves seemingly under the pull of some grand force, continuously surging toward the shore.

A slightly salty sea breeze blew directly, tousling the damp strands of hair on his forehead.

Looking at the splendid natural scene ahead, listening to the roaring surging of the tides, Fang Cheng’s blood could not help but flow faster.

An impulse to break free from some constraint suddenly seized his heart.

Fang Cheng lowered his head, looked at his feet planted in the sand.

On that night in West Mountain, while chasing Lu Tianming among the woods, he finally unlocked the Flying Skill.

But due to being busy clearing the battlefield and covering his tracks, plus the possibility of Special Search Team members lurking nearby, he had never found a suitable opportunity to truly experience this miraculous ability.

After returning to the city, the environment also did not allow it.

In crowded places, amidst towering buildings, it was even more impossible to perform freely in public.

But now, with the sky still dark and no one around.

Behind him lay the sleeping city, and before him stretched the vast expanse of the ocean.

Could there be a more perfect test flight venue?

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, his whole body’s muscles gradually tightening.

The thick True Qi within him surged like rivers, swiftly circulating through his limbs.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling high, a large amount of oxygen-rich blood pumped into his thighs.

Bare toes firmly dug into the moist sand, compressing the sand layer to rigidity like stone.

The next second, he twisted his waist and hips, and the muscles in his legs suddenly exerted force.

Bang!

The beach abruptly exploded into a deep pit several meters in diameter.

Even before the sand-laden sky could unleash its deluge, Fang Cheng’s form had become a blur, a streak of sheer velocity hurtling towards the ocean’s surface.

The instant he initiated movement, his speed shattered the sound barrier.

A distinct, visible ring of white cloud erupted behind him, a testament to the sonic boom, the intense airflow carving two profound trenches into the yielding beach.

Fang Cheng covered tens of meters in a single stride, his foot landing with decisive force upon the heaving expanse of the sea.

Smack!

His body remained suspended, refusing to yield to the water.

Underneath the immense speed of his impact, the yielding seawater could not evacuate swiftly enough. The surface tension, amplified in that instant, became as unyielding as solid concrete.

Only a frothy explosion of white water marked the point of contact.

Leveraging this potent recoil, Fang Cheng’s form then propelled forward, skimming mere inches above the water.

In comparison to his prior practice runs at Yulong Lake, where he’d skimmed across the water's surface, his body now felt discernibly lighter, more adept at wrestling with the wind’s persistent drag.

With a solitary burst of acceleration, he glided an astonishing two hundred meters across the sea.

"It truly works," he murmured, a grin touching his lips, his eyes alight with a newfound brilliance.

As his command over his physical functions grew increasingly refined, the sensation of defying gravity became ever more pronounced, a tangible feedback loop.

He was now merely half a meter above the ocean’s skin, the tumultuous white foam swirling beneath him, droplets of briny water occasionally misting his retreating calves.

Fang Cheng meticulously adjusted his exertion, sometimes pressing down on the water's surface, other times forcefully striking the air itself, mimicking a brisk run upon an invisible, ethereal staircase.

Initially, his movements possessed a certain rigidity, a slight awkwardness in his ascents and descents. However, after merely several breaths, his actions flowed with an increasing smoothness, a growing mastery.

He began to intimately grasp the optimal rhythm for his own body, realizing the profound principles of fluid dynamics at play.

The essence lay in harnessing his physical strength to generate sustained, stable lift.

Yet, he knew this was far from sufficient.

The overwhelming resistance of the wind was a formidable foe, rapidly depleting his initial burst of energy and keeping his flight efficiency perpetually low.

Fang Cheng paused, contemplating, then drew a deep breath and gradually tilted his body forward, flattening his profile.

Subsequently, he brought his legs together, extending them straight, aligning his torso parallel to the sea’s surface, his arms reaching out rigidly before him.

His posture shifted instantly from an upright flight to a streamlined, cruising stance.

At this decisive moment, his entire being seemed transmuted into a living missile, a projectile of flesh and bone, hurtling dangerously close to the water.

The dense air confronting him head-on was artfully parted by the sculpted contours of his well-defined chest and latissimus dorsi muscles.

The frontal resistance was drastically minimized, while the pressure differential created by air flowing above and below him maximized the lift generated.

This was no longer a mere series of steps or leaps; it was the genesis of genuine, sustained flight propulsion.

Fang Cheng registered the deafening roar of the wind rushing past his ears, a surge of dopamine flooding his system with exhilarating intensity.

Without any external apparatus, relying purely on his flesh-and-blood form, he was forcefully challenging the universal law of gravitation.

This raw, exhilarating pleasure, the act of trampling upon the fundamental laws of physics, sent tremors of excitement through every fiber of his being.

Fang Cheng streaked onward, skittering along the ocean’s surface, the waves a rapidly receding memory beneath his feet.

The sea breeze whipped violently at his eardrums, the thunderous roar of the waves diminishing into the distance.

He slightly extended his arms, subtly adjusting his body’s angle, reminiscent of a predatory bird carving its path over the vast expanse of the sea, slicing across the wave crests on the wind.

Occasionally, encountering a towering wave, he’d arch his back with deft agility, avoiding it with movements as seamless and natural as a bird in flight.

With continued acceleration, the shoreline became an increasingly distant memory.

Five hundred meters, one thousand meters, two thousand meters… he pressed onward.

Ahead, a colossal dark wave, easily exceeding two meters in height, surged directly towards him.

Fang Cheng neither decelerated to evade nor attempted a brash collision.

Instead, he tilted his chin up slightly, unfurling his arms like wings at his sides, presenting his broad chest to the whistling gale.

The principles of fluid dynamics manifested instantly.

The air striking him was deflected upward, expertly guided along the precise contours of his well-defined musculature.

A significant pressure differential quickly formed between his upper and lower body, conjuring a potent lift seemingly from nothingness.

Fang Cheng’s body gracefully ascended two meters, soaring over the crest of the monstrous wave.

A chaotic spray erupted, a few frigid droplets momentarily cooling his heated skin before instantly vanishing into wisps of white mist.

This electrifying sensation of effortless flight, of dancing with the wind, ignited a profound ambition within Fang Cheng.

No longer content with skimming the ocean’s surface, his gaze suddenly lifted, drawn towards the boundless expanse of the heavens above.