Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1470 - 709

When Fang Cheng mentioned he was going underwater alone, the others stopped what they were doing and looked over.

Zhou Xiumei, showing concern, took half a step forward and softly reminded:

"Brother Cheng, the water here is deep. Aren’t you putting yourself in danger by not bringing any diving equipment?"

"No problem."

Fang Cheng gave her a slight smile, concocting a casual excuse:

"Last year, when I traveled here, I hid something under the sea. I left in a hurry and didn’t take it with me. I’m retrieving it this time and will be back soon."

Having said that, he turned to Pan Wendi, who was baiting a fishhook:

"Wendi, do you remember the instructions I gave you in the cockpit earlier?"

Pan Wendi quickly put down his task, patted his chest to guarantee, and lowered his voice deliberately:

"No problem, Brother Cheng. The empty storage room in the lower cabin has been completely cleared out, and I’ll handle everything else."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and said no more.

Then he reached for his shirt, undid the buttons, took off his top, and casually hung it on the nearby railing.

Next, he untied the drawstring and removed his beach shorts, leaving them on the deck.

At this moment, he was wearing only a striking pair of red underwear.

Under the sunlight, his body revealed an almost perfect proportion.

Due to long-term fitness, his broad frame and well-defined shoulder and back lines stood out like carved sculptures.

The abdominal muscles were compact and distinct, without any excess fat.

As his limbs stretched, hard lines were drawn out, filled with the explosive power of a leopard.

Seeing this, Lin Chuqiao’s eyes lingered on his bare chest for a moment, and her ears subtly flushed red.

She somewhat awkwardly turned her head, pretending to continue fiddling with a well-adjusted fishing rod, but the corner of her eye couldn’t help but secretly glimpse down along the lines of his waist and abdomen.

In contrast, Zhou Xiumei seemed far more flustered.

She was initially bringing over a few cold drinks from the temperature-controlled box in the rest area, intending to distribute them for refreshment.

As she lifted her head and saw Fang Cheng’s muscular, hormone-filled physique, her entire face turned red to the neck.

Her heart felt like it was scalded, and she quickly lowered her gaze to her toes.

Her delicate hands gripped the edge of the tray tightly, her breathing became rapid, and she dared not look up again.

Fang Cheng didn’t notice the abnormal reactions of the women beside him.

After a slight warm-up, he stretched his arms and carefully placed his bare feet on the ship’s side.

Then his legs exerted force, knees slightly bent, and the feet pushed strongly against the vessel’s edge.

His figure immediately drew a graceful arc in the air, like a sleek flying fish, breaking the sea surface and diving in headfirst.

Splash!

Waves scattered, rings of white foam quickly spread across the sea surface.

Everyone hastened to the deck’s edge, leaning over the boat’s side to peer below.

But Fang Cheng’s figure had already vanished into the deep, dark blue waters.

"Let’s not fish now; something good might be salvaged soon."

Pan Wendi put down the fishing rod, rubbed his hands, and his face revealed some mystery.

He turned to the stern, expertly setting up a heavy lifting winch equipped with pulleys.

Then he released a sturdy nylon cable vertically into the sea.

A 2kg weighted iron block tied to the end quickly sank with the rope.

Under the sea now.

The conversations from the yacht and the hum of the engines were instantly cut off, transforming into a series of soft bubbling sounds.

Fang Cheng kept his arms close to his body, legs joined and exerted force, like a nimble sailfish, carving a straight trajectory downward in the water.

The "Sea God" was anchored directly above the Changyuan Trench.

The straight distance to the rock platform where he tempered his body underwater six months ago was less than half a kilometer.

Fang Cheng’s eyes penetrated the dark green water, quickly confirming the location.

He then arched his waist and back, his figure plunged sharply downward.

He agilely moved through the shimmering shallow waters teeming with fish.

The light in the sea diminished rapidly with depth, and surrounding sounds grew eerily quiet.

Minutes later, he completely detached from the sunlit shelter, entering the boundless dark depths.

"Blub-blub——"

A stream of bubbles gently floated upward as Fang Cheng’s toes touched down lightly on the designated spot.

Surrounding him were steep cliff walls made of piled grey-white volcanic rocks.

A massive crack stretched across the seabed, like the gaping mouth of the earth.

Fang Cheng stood on the smooth reef he used for stance training, looking down.

In the pitch-black stillness of the trench, there was nothing but darkness—an abyss emitting chilling dread.

After a brief pause, Fang Cheng swung his arms outward, using his formidable muscle power to disperse water resistance and adjust his posture.

Then, with one strong dive, he continued downward.

The deeper he went, the more complex the hydrographic conditions became.

Although those violent whirlpool currents from last year had subsided, the deep waters’ undercurrents remained fierce and intertwined.

For ordinary divers, maintaining bodily balance in such turbulent flows is nearly impossible, with any error leading to being swept into the abyss—never to return.

However, these obstacles were negligible to Fang Cheng.

With unparalleled agility and the "Water Breathing" talent, he maneuvered through the chaotic currents effortlessly, continuously diving with the water’s flow.

After descending around two hundred meters to an extreme depth, a human-carved concealed sanctuary appeared on the cliff wall.