Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1515 - 728: Flight Training

The upgrades in Bone Setting and acupoint can be said as a natural progression, needing no extra words.

He hangs the medical post sign in the Special Search Team recuperation center, taking advantage of his duties to access a large number of injured patients for practice.

With these free "experience packages" at his disposal, the growth speed of these two skills has always been fast.

As for Cooking Skill, Fang Cheng adopts a casual attitude, even if upgraded, it mostly serves as an auxiliary in daily life to improve the appetite of himself and his family.

What truly grabs Fang Cheng’s attention and effort is still the special skill of [Concentration].

He remembers clearly the days when he first started the fitness plan.

Due to relatively weak willpower and susceptibility to external environmental disturbances, he heavily relied on this skill during learning and exercising.

But as the Spirit Attribute continues to rise high, coupled with a resilient will forged through continuous life-and-death struggles, he gradually activates this skill less.

The reason is the passive effect that comes with the [Concentration] skill.

Once activated, while greatly heightening willpower, the brain’s spirit consumption increases exponentially.

In daily training, this state appears somewhat dispensable.

After all, now even without any system skills, he can easily achieve complete focus and isolate external noise with his own strong Spirit Attribute.

So gradually, he only activates it at the most critical moments.

Such as resisting the consciousness invasion of the "Lord of Slaughter" in the Inner World, or using it to block the influence of that blue phantom on his own spirit.

Because of the significant reduction in usage frequency, the progress bar of the [Concentration] skill has been crawling like a snail over the past few months, unable to cross the threshold to Level 3 Grandmaster Realm.

Fang Cheng’s gaze fixes on the semi-transparent panel, looking at the progress bar.

During these days’ morning exercises, while continuously writing Air Strike and Beating and Forging Boxing Skill, he deliberately maintains the skill active under double spirit consumption, immersing his whole self in the punch trajectory.

Now, there’s only a negligible line left before breaking through to Level 3 Grandmaster Realm.

Of course, the cost of frequently activating the skill is also evident.

At this moment, a dry fatigue feeling wells up deep in his brain, contrary to the usual nimble state after finishing morning exercises.

However, this short-term consumption is entirely within the range that can be temporarily ignored.

Fang Cheng raises his hand, using the back of his hand to wipe off the fine sweat emerging on his forehead, secretly calculating in his heart:

"At most, do a few more exercises, and I should be able to upgrade."

The morning breeze brushes against his face and bare chest, bringing a sense of coolness.

The gray-white skyline gradually expands, a few remaining stars hide behind the clouds, faintly glowing.

The entire forest park remains immersed in the tranquility of dawn, with only a few crisp bird calls occasionally piercing through the treetops.

Fang Cheng’s gaze slowly descends on the semi-transparent panel, finally landing on the last line.

[Flying lv0（62/100）]

This is probably the least frequently used skill among those he currently possesses.

Due to objective environmental constraints, this skill is extremely difficult to find suitable space for display within urban settings.

Because every time Fang Cheng takes off, he needs to rely on the instant burst of leg muscles to provide initial kinetic energy.

That compression of body weight and potential energy into a point and sudden release is likened to rocket ignition launches.

The resulting counterforce is incredibly terrifying, capable of stomping a giant, spider-web-cracked pit into the hard cement pavement.

If he casually leaps in the city, the traces of destruction would be hard to clear and likely attract official inquiries, bringing unnecessary trouble.

With this thought, Fang Cheng turns his head, looking around.

The riverbank of Yulong Lake is devoid of people in the morning.

This waterfront platform happens to be located in a secluded area deep in the park.

In visible range, not a single shadow of a morning jog can be seen.

Fang Cheng’s mind stirs, then he turns off the panel, deciding to seize the rare free time to practice the Flying Skill.

To avoid directly jumping on the shore to crush the stone slabs, leaving too obvious traces of destruction, he didn’t choose to exert force on the spot.

Fang Cheng slightly lowers his center of gravity, deftly takes a few light steps on the stone path to accelerate.

With his foot lightly touching the ground for leverage, he leaps up in the air, his entire body soaring.

Easily crossing over a dozen meters, he descends straight toward the expansive water surface outside the platform.

At the instant before the water contact, Fang Cheng takes a deep breath, his muscles tensed, activating his hovering ability instantly.

His body doesn’t smash into the water like a lead block but instead, relying on an invisible lift, his feet stably suspend less than two centimeters from the water surface.

Now!

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrow, his knees bend.

The muscles of his thighs bulge, transmitting accumulated kinetic energy through to the soles, delivering a heavy stomp towards the water below.

The air underfoot is instantly compressed to an extreme degree, transforming into a solid-like booster and colliding into the lake.

"Boom——"

The tranquil lake surface suddenly caves into a pit over several meters wide.

The immense physical impact cruelly tears through the surface tension of the lake.

The violently expanding air bubbles explode underwater, making a deafening dull sound akin to a heavy cannon firing.

Tens of tons of lake water are displaced by the violent backlash, erupting into a towering water curtain several meters high, unleashing huge waves all around.

The splattering water-like rain pours down from the sky.

A dozen white egrets nesting in nearby reeds are startled, flapping wings, fleeing in panic.

Utilizing this terrifying recoil force, Fang Cheng’s body bolts skyward like an armor-piercing bullet leaving the barrel, slicing through the air.

The wind pressure hits relentlessly, blowing Fang Cheng’s black hair fluttering, appearing almost manic.

In just two or three seconds, he rises several dozen meters into the high sky.

The ascending kinetic energy begins to diminish, gravity attempts to reclaim control over his body.

Fang Cheng doesn’t descend with the momentum but stretches his arms, the muscle groups in his back and waist coordinating efforts, adjusting his body’s wind-reception angle.

At this moment, he resembles a giant egret soaring with the wind.

His torso completely opens up, accurately capturing the ascending currents over the lake.

He instantly relaxes his body, gliding with the push from the winds, along the morning fog, heading towards the central wide waters of Yulong Lake.

After gliding several hundred meters, the aerodynamic drag noticeably slows his speed, and his flight altitude gradually lowers.

Fang Cheng eyes the front, lifting his right leg in mid-air, aiming at the void below, forcibly exerting force like stepping on real stairs.

"Bang!"

The air beneath compresses rapidly in an instant, creating a visible white explosive ring.

The dull sonic boom resounds above the vacant lake surface.

Utilizing the strong counterforce from the compressed air, Fang Cheng’s descending body gains momentum again, sharply rising upward at an oblique angle, continuing his flight.

Meanwhile, on the circumnavigating path on the east side of Yulong Lake.

An orange vest-clad sanitation worker is pushing a garbage cart, yawning, ready to start his day’s cleaning work.

Suddenly, a dull explosion sound echoes from the lake’s center.

He traces the sound, faintly seeing a black figure in mid-air, propelling upwards, stepping through the air.

Then it glides forward like a giant bird, disappearing into the morning fog within moments.

The sanitation worker stands stunned, the broom in his hand "plops" dropping to the ground.

He vigorously rubs his eyes, taking another good look.

Except for tumbling mist and a few startled flying water birds, the lake surface is empty, there’s nothing else.

"Early in the morning, saw a ghost..."

He mutters, assuming it may be an illusion caused by rising too early, without enough sleep.

At this time, a tank top-clad, towel around the neck jogging elder runs over.

The elder also heard the loud noise from the lake earlier and stopped, leaning on the railing to look around.

"Sir, what happened just now? That rumble, is someone secretly blasting fish in the lake?"

The elder turns his head, inquiring from the sanitation worker.

The sanitation worker picks up the broom, shaking his head repeatedly:

"Didn’t see fish blasting, more like... like someone flew over the lake surface."

The elder curls his mouth, murmuring with disbelief:

"That’s nonsense. But the previous noise was indeed loud; isn’t there a legend of monsters appearing at the bottom of Yulong Lake, maybe it’s true..."