Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1377 - 665

At the break of dawn, the sky has yet to brighten.

The shores of Yulong Lake are shrouded in a heavy, blue-gray morning mist, like an ink wash painting that has begun to bleed.

The early summer morning still carries a refreshing coolness.

The water vapor on the lake’s surface lingers and, with the faint morning breeze, carries the scent of water plants to the depths of the forest on the shore.

A few early-rising birds flutter their wings on the branches, chirping a few crisp notes before disappearing into the tranquil woods.

Fang Cheng stands quietly on a flat clearing in the forest.

His feet apart, shoulder-width, with his back straight as a pine tree, his whole being seems to merge with the surrounding grass, trees, and the morning mist.

At the same time, his breathing is long and deep, his chest and abdomen rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern as he practices his Inner Breath.

With each inhale, the surrounding mist vaguely gathers toward his mouth and nose, turning into faint white threads that sneak into his nostrils.

With each exhale, visible turbid air is expelled, thrusting out several meters like a sharp sword before slowly dissipating.

Since military training ended, the Special Search Team gave the newcomers a three-day vacation. Fang Cheng stayed in Wanghu Town to accompany his grandfather and mother, enjoying this rare leisure time.

His routine today was as usual, waking up at four in the morning.

He started with a high-intensity physical training session in the forest park by Yulong Lake and then jogged around the lake road.

Only now, in this secluded grove, did he settle down to focus on practicing palm techniques and Tai Chi Boxing.

Fang Cheng slowly raises his hands, placing them in front of his chest.

With a thought, the True Qi within his Dantian flows through the meridians like an awakening dragon, quickly permeating his entire body.

A circle of transparent ripples emanates from him, slowly pushing through the surrounding air.

The fallen leaves on the ground, untouched by wind, seem to lose their gravity, hovering half an inch above the ground before quietly falling again.

The temperature on his body surface rises sharply, vaporizing the surrounding morning mist and pushing it back three meters, creating an absolute vacuum area.

When he first mastered True Qi Emission, the Qi Force could barely extend a few centimeters beyond his body, like a thin membrane.

But now, with his Constitution Attribute breaking the milestone of eighty points, and his Qi Gong Skill reaching the Grandmaster level, the distance and quality of True Qi Emission have undergone a complete transformation.

Where the mind goes, the Qi follows.

Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpens as he steps forward with his right foot, treading on dew-covered grass.

Yet, no moisture clings to his foot, as if he is stepping in the air an inch off the ground.

An invisible Qi Force lifts his body, imparting a sense of ethereal lightness.

Fang Cheng extends his right palm in a seemingly slow and calm movement, yet it hides profound mysteries.

The air begins to distort subtly, like the heat waves rising from asphalt roads in the midst of summer.

His palm is slightly concave, fingers slightly bent, seemingly soft and powerless as it pushes forward, yet with a strong undercurrent of Dark Force hidden as the wrist rotates.

True Qi erupts from the Laogong Acupoint in his palm, forming a small high-pressure cyclone.

Then his palm shifts to a blade, slicing horizontally; the palm edge cuts through the moist air, trailing a semi-transparent white current.

In the seemingly calm and unruffled exchange of moves, every inch of muscle movement harbors lethal danger.

The morning breeze passes by, the leaves above rustle softly on an old locust tree.

A snake, over a meter long and covered in blue scales, hangs upside down from a low-hanging branch.

Its cold vertical pupils stare intently at Fang Cheng below, who is practicing his boxing, while its scarlet tongue flicks out, capturing the heat emitted in the air.

Fang Cheng remains with his eyes closed, his palms moving slowly, seemingly unaware of the deadly threat above him.

Just as his palm wind stalls for a moment, the green snake suddenly releases the branch, like a green arrow loosened from a bowstring, baring its fangs and lunging straight for the back of Fang Cheng’s neck from mid-air.

However, the green snake halts abruptly, hovering in the air when it’s less than half a meter from his neck.

Without turning his head, Fang Cheng merely extends his right hand from beneath his ribs, subtly twisting his wrist.

The True Qi that emanates from within transforms instantly into countless thin silk threads, invisible to the naked eye, in the air.

These Qi Forces, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, are dense and tenacious, weaving through the air to ensnare the looming green snake.

His fingers gently curve inward.

The Qi Force threads tighten correspondingly.

Without making any sound.

The supple and tough venomous snake is instantly sliced into dozens of segments in the air.

The cut surfaces are as smooth as a mirror, as if cleaved by the sharpest blades in the world.

The severed pieces of the snake’s body fall silently to the ground beneath his feet.

This is the power of the "Silk Wrapping Strength" with True Qi Emission.

Qi Force transforms into silk, permeating every space, capable of binding powerful foes and slicing through all things.

Fang Cheng maintains a calm demeanor, indifferent to the bloody scent behind him.

His hands then circle alternately, his body turning naturally, seamlessly shifting into the orthodox routine of Tai Chi Boxing.

He rises with fluidity, hands lifting toward the sky, weightless as if pulling a sparrow’s tail.

Then follows the Single Whip, as the center of gravity sinks, with Yin and Yang transitioning, his entire body’s Qi and blood surge like a river flooding with the intent of the fists.

Tai Chi begins from Wuji, the mother of motion and stillness, Yin and Yang.

His arms seem to embrace an invisible giant sphere, as his waist and hips sink, causing his bones to emit a dense cracking sound.

The surrounding morning mist appears to be drawn by some formidable force, slowly beginning to swirl with the motion of his hands.