Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1299 - 630: Flight

While minimizing wind resistance, utilize the shear force of high-altitude airflow to convert potential energy into lateral thrust.

Fang Cheng chose not to use True Qi to rush, but to glide with the wind.

The altitude gradually dropped to around a thousand meters.

The city’s clamor started to pour into his eardrums along with the rising airflow.

Below, beside streets of the Old Chen District, many breakfast stands had already set up awnings, and the milky white steam rising from steaming baskets slowly dissipated in the morning light.

There were office workers running toward bus stops, and students yawning with backpacks, creating a noisy wave of human voices.

Fang Cheng, like a silent Ghost glider, swept across the city sky.

The sensation of flying at this altitude was extremely marvelous.

Not only could he survey the whole city, but there was also a sense of control transcending rules.

Looking down, the main roads below were caught in the mire of the morning rush.

Private vehicles and buses formed long lines at traffic lights, horns blaring while people anxiously waited within crowded carriages.

At this unattainable height for countless gazes, Fang Cheng only needed to spread his arms to freely roam like the wind, leaving the congestion and discontent of city life behind.

He couldn’t help but smile slightly, activating his core muscles to gracefully arc in the air, agile as an eagle in a dive.

About half an hour later, the coastline of Guilan District enlarged in his sight.

The massive cross-sea bridge spanned the sea, retreating swiftly beneath him.

The line of commuting cars on the bridge moved slowly in stark contrast to a light Flying figure in the sky.

Fang Cheng spread his arms and glided over the bridge, with the wind whistling past his ears.

Below, the shallow sea sparkled, and several small boats heading out early dragged white tails and moved slowly.

Waves rhythmically struck the artificial embankments, splashing rows of white foam.

The beach, bathed in golden morning light, was now within reach.

There were sparse figures on the beach, mostly citizens exercising early.

Fang Cheng aimed for a secluded spot amidst jagged rocks and began adjusting his posture to prepare for landing.

He slightly leaned his upper body backward, spread his arms as wide as possible.

His broad latissimus dorsi muscles now served as natural braking panels, forcibly catching the incoming gale.

The airflow continuously battered his chest and abdomen, emitting a muffled "pu pu" sound.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...

At the exact moment before touching down, Fang Cheng’s waist and abdominal muscles contracted suddenly, completing an airborn 360-degree twist mid-air.

The gliding inertia was largely dissipated during this turn, and his feet aligned steadily with the ground.

Simultaneously, at the moment of imminent contact, two streams of gentle True Qi burst from the pores of Fang Cheng’s soles as a final cushioning for landing.

Pat.

The sound of landing was extremely subtle.

His feet landed on the moist sand, leaving only two shallow imprints.

The receding tide happened to wash over his insteps, dispelling the dryness and heat generated by friction between skin and air.

Fang Cheng stood still, his chest rising and falling steadily, turning back to gaze at the distant, elevated sea of clouds.

The extraordinary feeling of being detached from the earthly and traveling with the wind lingered in his heart.

Hearing the familiar sound of waves crashing nearby and watching the increasingly busy traffic on the distant road, Fang Cheng suddenly felt a surreal sense of time and space.

The sights and sensations experienced at ten thousand meters high were like an absurd yet intensely real dream.

But he clearly experienced the tangible feedback of Strength within his body.

It wasn’t a dream; it was a leap in life level.

The golden light in his eyes gradually retracted, turning back into deep ink-colored.

Fang Cheng’s mindset returned to stability and calm as he grounded himself.

"The feeling of being able to fly... is indeed not bad."

He raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, shook his hand, and walked towards a nearby black reef.

His exercise clothes he took off earlier were left there.

Fang Cheng casually grabbed the hoodie and put it on, shrouding a sculpted-fit physique.

Next, he changed into long trousers and slipped into sneakers, moving efficiently and neatly.

With the hood resting on his head, his sharply-defined face was half-hidden in shadows, once again transforming back into an understated, reserved young man.

At this moment, a panel of information flashed before his eyes:

[You have taken the first step on the path of challenging the sky’s limits, gaining 20 Experience Points]

[Flying Lv0 (20/100)]

"Height has been attempted; next is the further sharpening of speed and flight skills."

Looking at the experience increase notifications, Fang Cheng clenched his fist, feeling the force in his palm ready to explode at any moment.

This Flying attempt was not just a practical test of unlocking a new Skill, but also allowed him to see the infinite potential for his body’s evolution.

The sky is vast; the world is big.

But only the steps taken firmly on the ground are the foundation for becoming stronger.

Fang Cheng did not linger, turned around and walked steadily and forcefully out of the beach.

In front was a winding coastal road, and a few private cars sped past in the morning light.

After crossing the road, he entered a small street full of seafood stalls and public bathing rooms.

The outline of Sea Sky Garden was faintly visible.

Fang Cheng’s figure soon merged into the crowd, perfectly blending into the awakening city.

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In the bathroom, dense water droplets struck against the tiles, producing a quick "shasha" sound.

A white mist rose and spread, faintly concealing Fang Cheng’s muscular contours like twisted steel rods.

Standing under the showerhead, he allowed scalding hot water to wash over his shoulders.

The salt residue and dead skin accumulated on the surface area from rapid flight at high altitude due to intense air friction were thoroughly cleansed this time.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, still thinking about the grand scene of overlooking the entire city from ten thousand meters high.

The sense of control above the rules made him feel immersed.

At this moment, a dull "chichi" sound came through a frosted glass door.

It was the high-pressure cooker in the kitchen cooking food.

With the pressure valve spinning rapidly, a dense and almost substantive meat aroma penetrated through the door cracks and forcefully invaded the bathroom.

This aroma was quite different from normal meat.

It carried a wild, primal smell, but after prolonged high temperature and pressure, it was tamed into a form of extremely rich fat fragrance.

Fang Cheng sniffed at the tip of his nose, promptly wiped the water off his face, and turned off the faucet.

The water stopped abruptly, leaving only the rhythmic whistling of the pressure cooker in the room.

He grabbed a dry towel from the rack, casually wiped his short hair, and stepped out bare-chested.

His waist loosely draped with a towel, his exposed abs subtly moving, exhibiting a muscular male beauty.

Walking into the kitchen, Fang Cheng first turned off the stove.

After the sharp screeching of the gas valves gradually mellowed to a weak reverberation, he reached out and smoothly twisted open the pressure valve.

"Hiss—"

A large plume of thick white steam surged out, quickly enveloping the ceiling.

Fang Cheng did not shy away from the scorching heat waves, he reached for his chopsticks, waited for the steam to slightly dissipate, then eagerly lifted the pot lid.

Inside the pot steamed was Crawling Beast Meat he had hunted in the Otherworld and casually brought back.

At this moment, the meat in the pot presented an enticing deep red, with the fat part having transformed into translucent gelatinous, and the lean meat pressed loose under high pressure.

Fang Cheng gently nudged with chopsticks, and the bone smoothly fell off.

He picked up a piece of still warm trembling fat with his chopsticks and directly placed it into his mouth.

As soon as the meat touched the tip of his tongue, the thick layer of collagen melted like warm oil.

As teeth exerted pressure, the unique toughness of Crawling Beast Meat burst between his teeth.

The wild energy brought by genetic mutation, when counterbalanced by spices, transformed into ultimate deliciousness.

"Hiss—"

Fang Cheng couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

If he were reenacting the movie "Food God" at this moment, he could only sincerely exclaim:

"How can there be such exquisite delicacy in the human world!"