Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1378 - 665:

The mist grew thicker and formed a yin-yang cyclone around Fang Cheng’s body with a diameter of about one zhang.

At this moment, his movements were incredibly gentle, like flowing clouds and water, as if floating towards immortality.

He stepped into the Eight Trigrams position, and his figure shuttled through the forest.

As he passed by, the fallen leaves on the ground were not crushed but lifted upwards by a gentle airflow, hovering around his ankles, flowing and swirling with his steps.

In the Realm of Ultimate Softness, all things can blend and follow.

On the lakeshore a hundred meters away from the forest, a sanitation worker in an orange vest was swinging a large broom to sweep the leaves.

Suddenly, he felt an unusual breeze blowing from the forest.

This wind was not cold, yet it carried an indescribable feeling.

As the breeze passed, the fallen leaves on the ground rolled themselves up towards the dustpan at the roadside, as if they were soldiers lined up.

The sanitation worker was stunned, rubbed his eyes, thinking he hadn’t woken up yet.

He looked with bewilderment at the small forest enveloped in thick fog but could see nothing.

In the forest, Fang Cheng’s punching intention suddenly changed at this moment.

The pinnacle of softness is the beginning of hardness.

His forward steps abruptly halted, and his right foot lightly tapped the ground.

This tap did not use force.

Yet, under the infusion of true qi, a fierce and unrivaled dark force penetrated the ground directly from the sole of his foot.

The ground within a radius of several meters slightly trembled, and the dewdrops on the grass blades were shaken off, suspended in mid-air.

Immediately, Fang Cheng’s spine was like a trembling dragon, connecting from the tailbone all the way upward.

The power swiftly transmitted to his right shoulder, then flung towards the arm and finally directly to his fingertips.

His entire right arm instantly transformed into a soft whip, and lashed outwards fiercely.

In the air, a crisp sonic boom erupted, like a thunderclap on a clear day.

A violent qi force burst forth from his fingertip, resembling a transparent long whip made of high-pressure air, sharply striking a robust water cypress tree several meters away.

"Snap!"

The trunk of the cypress tree shook violently, and a dozen leaves rustled down like raindrops.

Along with a loud crack, wood chips splattered everywhere.

The thick trunk, approximately half a meter in diameter, was drawn out a terrifying crack several centimeters deep.

The edges of the crack even showed traces of charred carbonization due to the high-speed friction of the qi force, emitting pungent blue smoke.

The suspended dewdrops were also pulverized into mist at the whip’s strike, dispersing outward in a circular rippling motion.

One strike shatters wood, the residual strength reverberates.

Such destructive power, if struck on a living body, could instantly snap a person’s spine, or even sever them in half.

Fang Cheng retracted his right arm, took a deep breath, his chest rising high, then slowly calmed down.

He turned around, facing the vast and expansive surface of Yulong Lake.

The previous practice was merely a warm-up.

The highlight of today’s morning training was to test the current limit distance of true qi emission.

Now, his constitution, strength, and agility, the three core attributes, have all broken through the threshold of eighty points, and his body had already transformed into a vessel capable of bearing even more terrifying energy.

Fang Cheng slightly bent his knees, setting a stance as steady as a rock.

Drawing his fists to his waist, his gaze instantly turned sharp like an eagle.

The true qi within his dantian was stimulated to the utmost.

A white airflow visible to the naked eye overflowed from his pores, wrapping around his right arm as if tangible.

Fang Cheng slowly extended his right fist half an inch forward.

With this half an inch movement, the white airflow coiling around his arm began to spin rapidly.

The air was stirred violently, emitting a chilling "buzzing" sound, like an airplane turbine engine running at full speed.

The surrounding morning mist was forcibly pulled over by this powerful suction, and gathered into a sharp spiral air cone in front of Fang Cheng’s right fist.

"Ha!"

Fang Cheng let out a low shout, and his right fist struck out like a cannonball.

The rapidly spinning spiral qi force flew out, tearing through the air in front, leaving a long twisted trajectory.

This cyclone, like an unstoppable electric drill or an armor-piercing shell, carried a crushing momentum headed straight towards the lake surface.

As the qi force swept past the lakeside reeds, the waist-high reeds were instantly shredded into a flying flurry of green debris.

Immediately, the spiral airstream, nearly parallel in posture, brushed past the calm lake surface.

"Boom!"

A dull explosion burst above the lake.

The lake water was violently torn apart by the spiraling Qi force, pushing aside to both sides.

A trench, several feet deep and about half a meter wide, swiftly extended forward on the lake surface.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...

The vortex advanced rapidly on the water surface, stirring up a spray of water.

It continued until about twenty-three meters from the shore when the energy compressed within the vortex finally depleted and exploded with a roar.

A massive column of water shot up, soaring several meters high, scattering in mid-air into a torrential rain that crashed down into the lake with a splash.

Layers of waves spread out in all directions, crashing against the rocks on the shore, producing a series of splintering water sounds.

Fang Cheng maintained his punching stance, quietly watching the ripples on the water gradually calm down.

Twenty-three meters!

Without any weapons, relying purely on his body and the explosion of True Qi, he achieved an effective combat range of twenty-three meters.

This statistic caused the corners of his mouth to curve into a satisfied arc.

Fang Cheng slowly retracted his stance, pressing both palms down, guiding the surging True Qi back into his Dantian.

The surrounding air also quieted down accordingly.

The lingering morning fog began to flow back under the gentle breeze.

At this moment, the horizon was already tinged with a faint light of dawn.

The first rays of morning light pierced through the clouds, slanting down onto the surface of Yulong Lake, coating the rippling water with a layer of subtle golden fragments.

With the sunrise, a few lines of pale blue prompts emerged before Fang Cheng’s eyes:

[Hand Technique Experience +5]

[Hand Technique Lv1 (219/250)]

[Tai Chi Boxing Experience +4]

[Tai Chi lv2 (71/500)]

[Qigong Experience +3]

[Qigong Lv3 (215/1000)]

Fang Cheng looked at the data displayed on the light screen, nodded with satisfaction, and, with a thought, concealed the panel.

Since Jujitsu and Muay Thai successfully advanced to Grandmaster Level one after another, the experience gained from practicing these fighting skills had significantly decreased.

He decisively adjusted the focus of his daily Air Attack training, concentrating his main efforts on the still relatively low-leveled Hand Technique and Tai Chi Boxing.

Especially the Hand Technique, where the skill progress bar was gradually approaching its full value.

After this period of dedicated refinement, his mastery of various Qi forces had grown increasingly proficient.

Whether it was the gentle and prolonged Silk Wrapping Strength, the explosively intense Bounce and Shake Strength, or the destructively powerful Spiral Force, he could now freely manipulate all with ease.

As long as he maintained the intensity of daily practice, he believed that it wouldn’t be long before Hand Technique successfully advanced to the next level.

Fang Cheng moved his hands and feet in place, shaking off a few pieces of grass clinging to his trouser leg.

A cacophony of conversation floated through the morning mist on the wind from afar.

"Old Li, did you hear that just now? Over by the lake, there was a ’bang’, and the splash went up really high. Surely no one’s blasting fish, are they?"

"What nonsense are you talking? The patrol team has been strict lately. If they catch anyone, there’s a fine and detention. Who dares blast fish under such scrutiny? It’s probably just a big fish jumping out and splashing around."

"Come on, let’s finish this stretch and head back for breakfast..."

Along the lakeside path not far away, some elderly men and women out for their morning exercise were appearing one after another, along with sanitation workers pushing trash carts.

In the dawn light, the quiet small town started to awaken.

Fang Cheng turned to look in the direction of the voices, knowing this place was no longer suitable for further practice.

He walked to a clean stump under a tree, picked up the sports jacket draped over it, and casually threw it over his shoulder.

The morning exercise concluded smoothly, and every cell in his body exuded a sense of refreshing clarity.

Next would be going back for a hot breakfast to replenish the energy expended earlier.

Fang Cheng stretched his long legs, following the path through the forest towards the town.

Today, the holiday ends, and he still needs to report to the West Mountain Sanatorium in the morning.

The transfer order for the Special Search Team had already arrived, and he was about to officially start this brand-new job.