Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1369 - 661

The scorching sun hung high, fiercely baking the entire expanse of golden sandy beach.

The azure sea shimmered with waves, and a few seagulls skimmed low over the wave crests, occasionally letting out brief cries.

In the distance, several silver-gray warships lay silently anchored in the deepwater harbor.

The main guns and missile launch boxes on the decks glinted coldly under the sun, exuding an aura of murderous intent.

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

On the beach, a group of young people in camouflage T-shirts moved forward in pairs, lugging thick logs on their shoulders, chanting slogans as they trudged along.

The heavy breathing and the sound of feet sinking into the sand almost drowned out the sound of waves washing ashore.

Sweat had long soaked their camouflage uniforms, making the fabric sticky against their backs.

Large beads of sweat dripped from their sun-reddened cheeks, striking the sizzling sand pits below.

In the middle of the team, a young man with black-framed glasses suddenly staggered as his legs gave way, about to fall forward with the log.

Just as he was about to crash to the ground with both the log and himself, a broad, strong hand reached out from behind, firmly supporting his lower back.

Then, effortlessly took on the majority of the log’s slanting weight.

The bespectacled man steadied himself with the help, turning to look at his tall, handsome companion behind him.

"Thank you, Brother Fang..."

He thanked him, breathing heavily, and immediately gritted his teeth, advancing with leaden legs.

Fang Cheng did not speak, merely nodding slightly.

He then adjusted the log on his shoulder, moving half a meter forward, silently easing more of the weight off his partner.

A drill instructor in black training attire jogged backwards on the outskirts of the team, the copper whistle around his neck swinging back and forth:

"Did you all not eat? The last two hundred meters! Show some of the Special Search Team spirit and stop acting like a bunch of limp shrimp!"

The instructor shouted, his sharp gaze sweeping over the entire team.

Finally, his gaze landed on the young man who had just reached out to assist, a trace of undisguised surprise flickering in his eyes.

Amidst the newcomers with twisted faces and faltering steps, the young man’s performance was exceptionally unusual.

His skin was pale, unlike others who were sunburned red and peeling from the coastal sun.

Although there were a few droplets on his calm face, it was hard to tell whether they were sweat or sea mist blown by the wind.

Most crucially, his pace maintained a steady rhythm, with his chest rising and falling with measured composure, breathing extraordinarily smooth and long.

With his handsome features and tall stature, he seemed less like someone in a strenuous weight-bearing run and more like a model shooting a magazine cover at the beach, showing none of the exhaustion or disarray around him.

The instructor, who had trained newcomers in the Special Search Team for several years, had an astute eye.

He could tell that this young man was not exerting his full strength, far from reaching his limits.

Over the past few days, Fang Cheng’s performance in various physical training sessions has been strikingly outstanding, his physical fitness even stronger than some of the elite special forces soldiers he had known.

With such a high level of physical talent, he should have already been selected for a grueling training camp for special forces personnel.

What was he doing here in the logistics and administrative team, making noise?

Meeting the instructor’s scrutinizing gaze, Fang Cheng let out a slight breath, deliberately making his chest rise and fall more intensely.

It wasn’t that his acting was lacking; it was just that the amount of training in this newcomer camp was too much of a child’s play for him.

For instance, running a kilometer carrying an eighty-kilogram log shared between two people wasn’t even close to a warm-up compared to his long-term, near-self-abusive training plan.

To avoid being too conspicuous, he constantly had to control his muscle exertion and forcibly feign an expression of straining effort.

Ironically, pretending to be weak required more mental effort than running without restraint.

However, since he had registered himself as a Traditional Martial Artist, possessing physical abilities beyond ordinary people, it could barely pass off as reasonable.

Fang Cheng’s gaze focused slightly as he recalled the experiences of this period.

Counting from when he arrived at this scenic seaside base on the 22nd, today marked the seventh day of training.

Hundreds of newly recruited personnel for the Special Search Team’s spring intake were divided into eleven classes for unified training.

Due to the different training objectives for special operations and logistics personnel, Fang Cheng was not placed in the same camp area as Ma Donghe and Hou Peng.

In the past few days, these new logistics personnel practiced basic formation training, beach weight-bearing running, obstacle climbing, basic Fighting Skill, firearms live-fire training, and tear gas chamber endurance tests.

Living in crowded dormitories, Fang Cheng couldn’t maintain his usual workout schedule.

He could only lean against his bed post after lights out each night, patiently cultivating Visualization, or immersing his consciousness into his Inner World, where he watched the scenes transmitted by the Sun Heart Net.

Perhaps being away from the mundane distractions, with his mind focused, his progress in Visualization Skill during this time had been very encouraging.

As of today, his experience points had increased by nearly 50 points.

More importantly, his Spirit Attribute had successfully advanced from 70 points to 71 points.

It’s worth noting that the difficulty of improving Basic Attributes increases as they go higher.

Now, with the spiritual energy contained within him, it could not be compared to when he had only a dozen or so attribute points.

At this level, even increasing by just 1 point required a massive foundational accumulation.

The only regret was that after his Driving Skill advanced to Expert Level, it did not trigger an additional Spirit Attribute reward.