Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1295 - 628_2

If the force of impact was insufficient to shift him even half a step.

However, suspended in mid-air without a solid surface for leverage, that same impact transformed into a deadly peril.

Despite this, Fang Cheng remained completely unfazed.

Years spent in battles where life and death hung in the balance had ingrained in him an ability to maintain an ice-cold composure, even as he uncontrollably plummeted downwards.

He swiftly analyzed his current dire situation within his mind.

The diminishing air density meant his previous stepping action couldn't compress sufficient solid air walls.

Compounding this, the turbulent convergence of high-altitude wind currents threatened to destabilize his balance at any given second.

It became evident that conquering the sky required more than mere brute strength.

"Since the density is inadequate, I shall create thrust artificially!"

On the third second of his freefall.

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes as the True Qi circulating within his body was abruptly redirected.

He intentionally spread his limbs wide, adopting a "big" shape in the air to amplify wind resistance and decelerate his descent.

Concurrently, a substantial volume of True Qi was channelled to the skin surfaces of his back and feet.

Whoosh!

Fang Cheng’s mastery over his muscles and epidermis had long since reached its zenith.

He forcefully dilated the pores in these areas, effectively transforming them into countless miniature jet valves.

Buzzing——

Highly compressed True Qi erupted forcefully from these pores.

It was akin to affixing numerous micro jet engines onto his body's surface.

The reactive force generated by the True Qi spray instantly negated the momentum of his fall and forcefully corrected his disorienting tumble.

The very instant he regained stability in his flight posture, Fang Cheng deliberately slowed his breathing rate.

He ceased relying on his eyes for vision, instead extending his sensory perception outwards.

On his exposed skin, every single sweat hair transformed into the most precise meteorological radar imaginable at that moment.

He perceived it.

To his left, a frigid downdraft was raging fiercely.

While approximately twenty meters above and to his right, a relatively warmer updraft vortex churned.

The corners of Fang Cheng’s lips curved into a calm, assured smile.

He then drew his legs in and rotated his waist.

The True Qi jets situated on his back abruptly shifted their trajectory, propelling him onward like a swimming fish, precisely navigating into the updraft vortex.

The moment he entered it, a potent upward lift surged through his chest and abdomen.

Fang Cheng immediately reined in his True Qi, unfurled his arms, and adjusted his position within the airflow.

Transitioning back into a cruising state, he allowed this natural force to carry him higher, ascending at an angle for hundreds of meters.

When the updraft's lifting power began to wane, he no longer pushed straight down as he had previously but altered his technique.

As his foot pushed downwards, his ankle rapidly flicked inwards.

Simultaneously, a torrent of True Qi erupted from his bare sole, mingling with the thin air and locally increasing the medium's density.

Fang Cheng seized this ephemeral opportunity and attempted another downward step.

Bang!

An even more resonant, solid sonic boom echoed.

Utilizing this enhanced hybrid propulsion, Fang Cheng’s form once again shot upwards like a rocket.

Two thousand meters... three thousand meters... four thousand meters...

Facing the ferocious winds, he relentlessly ascended towards ever-greater altitudes, fiercely pushing the boundaries of his physical form.

Upon breaching the mid-troposphere, the surrounding environment grew progressively more hostile.

The ambient temperature plummeted at a rate of six degrees Celsius for every thousand meters of elevation gained.

The piercingly cold wind, laden with fine ice crystals, scoured his bare body like abrasive grinding wheels.

The oxygen concentration in the air diminished drastically, compelling each breath to necessitate a massive, pump-like suction from his chest.

The untamed high-altitude jet stream fiercely buffeted him, attempting to tear apart this mortal who dared to defy the heavens.

Yet, Fang Cheng showed no inclination to retreat whatsoever.

A faint, dark crimson flame flickered across his body, his blood and Qi surging like molten lava.

His entire being resembled a red-hot, sharpened blade, forcibly drilling upwards against the extreme cold and turbulence.

Five thousand meters... six thousand meters... eight thousand meters...

Thus, Fang Cheng soared from the lower strata of the troposphere, all the way, battling his way to the uppermost layer.

As altitude increased, the airflow transitioned from chaotic low-altitude patterns to layered, intertwined currents.

Through the frequent collisions of cold and warm air masses, scattered clouds began coalescing into larger formations.

Fang Cheng navigated through them, dimly sensing the natural laws that bound his physical form gradually loosening their grip.

At this juncture, the sky's coloration was also subtly transforming.

The initially grey-black nocturnal shroud was steadily shedding its somber hue, revealing a deep and untainted azure.

The air grew exceedingly thin, yet simultaneously possessed an extraordinary tranquility.

Fang Cheng’s eyes shone brightly, utilizing the strength in his footing to continuously propel himself higher.

It appeared as if he was on the verge of shattering the shackles of gravity, ascending to a realm befitting deities.

Before long, a boundless expanse of clouds unfolded at the edge of his vision.

Massive quantities of water vapor compressed and stacked upon each other, forming towering white mountain ranges that stretched endlessly.

Lower cloud layers were lifted by turbulent air currents, carving out deep shadows that resembled ocean waves.

This place was devoid of birds or any form of life.

Only colossal structures, composed of countless tons of water vapor, stood between the heavens and the earth.

Bang!

Thunder boomed, its echo resonating high above.

A figure clad only in red shorts, much like an arrow shot towards the firmament, plunged directly into the surging, endless sea of clouds.

In the subsequent moment, his sight was engulfed by dense water vapor.

All around him, gray-white mist rolled like waves, so thick it refused to dissipate.

More formidable still was the extreme cold. The air temperature at the apex of the troposphere had plunged to tens of degrees below zero Celsius.

As he flew at high speed, the icy mist collided with Fang Cheng’s exposed body, immediately encasing his eyebrows, hair, and skin in a layer of frost.

A piercing chill drilled through his flesh, reaching his organs, seemingly intent on freezing the blood coursing through his veins.

"Break!"

Fang Cheng uttered a low growl.

The True Qi within his Dantian surged without restraint, instantly activating the properties of the True Sun Fire. Boom!

Suddenly, a golden flame erupted across his skin.

Terrifying heat radiated outwards, causing the frost on his body not to melt into water but to instantly vaporize into vast clouds of steam.

Fang Cheng appeared to transform into a meteor shrouded in white smoke, charging forward against the flow in the depths of the cloud sea.

Water vapor dissipated; clouds fractured.

To his ears, only the terrifying shriek of the wind assaulting his eardrums remained.

To his touch, it was the extreme sensation of ice and fire clashing.

Yet, Fang Cheng’s heart pounded with fierce joy within his chest.

It was akin to a soaring bird, reveling in its high-altitude flight.

This ultimate exhilaration was something no battle or bloodshed could ever provide.

Fang Cheng remembered his youth, always fond of lying by the windowsill, gazing at the birds gracefully gliding across the sky.

He dreamed of the day he could break free from the earth’s embrace and witness the world above the clouds with his own eyes.

Now, this profound dream, deeply ingrained within human nature and shared by all, he had forcefully brought to reality through his incredibly robust physique.

No wings, no machines.

Only immensely powerful muscles and vigorously boiling blood.

Each sweep of his arms to navigate the fierce winds, each stomp in the air that echoed with Thunder Sound, proclaimed his dominion over this sky.

He was no longer that mortal gazing upwards from the ground.

Now, he resembled a primordial beast, a fierce bird patrolling its territory.

Whoosh—

A colossal sound, like fabric being torn apart.

Fang Cheng once again propelled himself through the air, his form boldly smashing through hundreds of meters of the cloud sea, completely breaking free from the dark, damp band of rain clouds.

He also naturally ascended beyond the upper reaches of the troposphere, entering the stratosphere, more than ten thousand meters above.

This was the typical cruising altitude for commercial aircraft, a stark contrast to the violent air currents and unpredictable weather below in the troposphere.

Within the stratosphere, the air primarily flowed horizontally, with virtually no vertical convection or turbulent disturbances. Water vapor and dust were extremely scarce, and there was no obstruction from thick cloud layers.

The vista ahead suddenly opened up, its immense breadth dazzling the mind.

It was like forcefully prying open a heavy iron door sealed atop a cellar, stepping into a new realm of clarity and boundless space.