Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1357 - 656: Muay Thai Breaks Through to Grandmaster Level! (Part 2)

Compared to deliberately training the body to enhance attributes, this method is more casual and convenient, and the overall efficiency is higher.

Plus the blessing from the Sun Heart Net, with the Illuminati growing step by step, the number of believers under its banner is increasing.

The wish power gathered from thousands of believers keeps flowing back to nourish itself, so the Spirit Attribute naturally rises with it.

When you calculate it this way, there’s really no need to prioritize the precious free attribute points into the Spirit Attribute.

After weighing the options several times, Fang Cheng glanced at the life skills on the panel that were close to upgrading and finally made a decision.

Simply put all 12 free attribute points into Constitution.

On one hand, Constitution is currently the highest among the four-dimensional values, concentrating the points can quickly approach the human limit of 100 points, allowing the foundation of his body to make a qualitative leap.

On the other hand, the fault tolerance rate and the recovery speed of the body during combat are critically important.

Only a sufficiently high Constitution Attribute can give oneself a thicker health bar, a more abnormal self-healing ability, and sustained endurance.

Thus, it enables him to stand longer and fight fiercer in high-intensity battles.

Moreover, a high Constitution will further expand the Dantian capacity, increasing the True Qi limit, making the Qi Force stronger and more vigorous.

Overall, prioritizing the enhancement of the Constitution Attribute is definitely the most cost-effective.

Having understood everything clearly, Fang Cheng no longer hesitated.

With a slight movement of his mind, he placed all 12 free attributes into the "Constitution" category.

Buzz——

As the value jumped, the original 83 points instantly became 95 points.

A scorching hot flow suddenly emerged within his body.

It did not follow the meridians like True Qi but, like a flood overflowing a dam, it instantly penetrated the limbs, vital organs, and even deep into the marrow.

Fang Cheng felt warm all over, as if soaking in a hot spring, enjoying a top-class Gold Medal Technician’s spa service.

Every cell greedily devoured this energy, undergoing microscopic division and enhancement.

The skin became more resilient and dense, muscle fibers twisted like steel cables, the density of his bones increased sharply, emitting a series of dense popping sounds.

Even the True Qi flowing through the meridians, under the influence of this strong life force, circulated faster, becoming more agile and lively.

Fang Cheng slowly gathered his five fingers into a fist.

There was no agitation or arrogance from a surge in power; instead, there was a sense of fulfillment and solidity.

It was as if every ounce of strength within him had been tamed, flowing smoothly like mercury throughout his body.

Quietly experiencing the dormant and immense energy within, Fang Cheng felt a strong sense of self-confidence.

This confidence not only comes from the current refinement of strength but also from the infinite anticipation of future paths.

points, only 5 points away from the human limit of 100.

According to conventional wisdom, the integer threshold often accompanies an insurmountable barrier that requires an opportunity to break through.

But he can sense that once he crosses that line, it will be more than just an increase in data.

It will be a complete leap in the level of life, surpassing any previous limits.

Rebirth, breaking the genetic shackles, body sanctification?

Or perhaps entering a domain close to deity?

Just thinking about the possible future realm is enough to make his blood race.

"Gululu..."

At that moment, a rumbling sound untimely erupted from his abdomen, interrupting Fang Cheng’s reverie.

He touched his stomach, his mouth curling with a trace of helplessness.

Freshly tempered and reshaped, his body consumed far more, and his stomach was already empty, urgently needing food to replenish nutrients.

Fang Cheng reached for the phone on the table, lighting up the screen.

The cold white glow reflected on his face, showing that it was nearly ten o’clock at night.

The hustle and bustle of the street outside had not diminished much.

The charcoal on the neighboring night snack stall sizzled, with the aroma of grilled skewers wafting through the window screens, tempting one’s appetite.

"Let’s go downstairs and eat something to fill the stomach."

Unable to resist the temptation, Fang Cheng murmured to himself.

He then swiftly got out of bed, grabbed the T-shirt on the chair back, and put it on with light and steady movements.

Opening his bedroom door, the living room was immersed in night; it was dim.

Only the faint light from the street lamp outside managed to outline the sofa and coffee table.

His mother’s room was tightly shut, with no light at all inside, suggesting she had long fallen asleep.

Fang Cheng softened his steps, tiptoeing to the entrance, bent down and put on the sneakers next to the shoe cabinet,

then reached out to turn the security door lock, walking silently into the corridor, heading downstairs, quickly blending into the street life below.

.........

The summer night was unbearable in its sultriness, Old Factory Street’s alley teemed with people and smoke.

Street shops set up pots and gas stoves outside, with folding tables and chairs stretching along the road, full to capacity.

Many diners sat shirtless at tables, their voices competing with each other as they drank and laughed.

The wood in the barbecue grills burned bright red, white smoke carrying the aroma of cumin and chili wafting leisurely into the night sky.

Fang Cheng walked straight to the corner, pulled up a vacant table, and sat down alone.

Soon thereafter, the table was filled with skewers, lamb legs, stir-fried noodles, and marinated dishes, stacked high.

Picking up a handful of lamb skewers, he bit into a piece, tearing it with force.

The rich oil burst in his mouth immediately, the crispy grilled skin mixed with spicy seasonings, further stimulating his taste buds.

Fang Cheng then raised a mug of ice-cold beer and drank it down.

The cold liquid slipped into his belly, instantly clearing away the accumulated heat inside him.

After setting down the mug, he took the whole roasted lamb leg, chomping and chewing vigorously.

In moments, he had cleaned all the meat off the bone.

Bamboo skewers, bone fragments, edamame shells, and peanut skins soon piled up messily on the table.

He ate voraciously, without concern for others.

Adjacent table drinkers were drawn by his exaggerated eating speed, frequently glancing over.

Fang Cheng remained focused, indulging himself in eating and drinking.

Having devoured the food on the table, he raised a hand to signal the stall owner, calling out for more.

The boss came over with a trash bag, casually cleaning up the table clutter, smiling as he chatted:

"Ah Cheng, your appetite is really getting better. I’ve been running this stall for years now; rarely have I seen anyone who can eat like you."

Fang Cheng smiled and casually responded:

"Regular training increases consumption, so my meal size naturally follows. Of course, the main reason is your superb cooking skills, boss."

Upon hearing this, the owner laughed heartily, waving modestly before returning to the grill.

He continued to work intensely, flipping skewers, sprinkling seasonings, brushing oil in one graceful motion, busy preparing more for his most appreciated customer.

Unnoticed, darkness gradually settled in, and the hustle and bustle of Old Factory Street slowly returned to calm.

After swallowing the last mouthful of stir-fried noodles, Fang Cheng pulled a napkin to wipe the grease from his lips and sighed with satisfaction.

"Refreshing!"

Constantly honing one’s strengths, engaging in battle with various formidable enemies, and afterward filling the stomach with hot, abundant meats—there’s no greater pleasure.

Fang Cheng got up, paid the bill, then walked straight toward the tubular building.

A cool breeze swept through the street, bringing with it a chill.

As he strolled leisurely, he mentally reviewed all the night’s events, feeling a few moments of reflection.

It truly brings blessings to act bravely for justice.

Should Cheng Jiashu encounter several more mysterious incidents in the future, or face a few more life-or-death situations, I’ll have a stable and efficient source of experience.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, inside a luxurious villa.

Cheng Jiashu suddenly shivered, his eyes snapped open.

He rubbed his arms against the goosebumps formed, picked up the remote to turn off the air conditioner.

Then reached for a thick blanket, wrapping himself tightly.

"Too tired, creating weird sensations..."

Cheng Jiashu gazed at the ceiling, his eyelids heavy, murmuring quietly: "I must get to bed early for rest."