Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 966 - 484:

Last night’s battle seemed like a victory for me.

In reality, neither side had truly begun direct confrontation.

After just a brief standoff from afar, I was already on the back foot, my body suffering injuries.

And what about the opponent?

Perhaps they merely lost a pawn that could be discarded at will, and experienced a failed attempt.

Facing such a powerful enemy at that time, Fang Cheng’s heart was filled with unwavering battle intent.

Now, calming down to recall, he couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.

That aura of looking down upon all beings, that oppressive presence treating all things as trivial, is still clearly imprinted on his senses.

It felt like facing a top predator on the food chain, making one shiver from the instinctual fear of life.

More vividly described, the sensation was like a strong ant trying its best to bite a giant dragon.

Although it drove the dragon back, the ant had broken its own mandibles.

And the dragon, only due to this unexpected sting, let out a surprised "Oh," without the slightest bit of anger.

The opponent is definitely not an ordinary S-Class, perhaps already surpassing the worldly classification of power users.

They might even be touching upon the legendary domain of a "god."

In the future, if I confront such an unfathomable enemy head-on, with who I am now, I would stand no chance.

A heavy pressure weighed down on his heart, Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly focused.

With a thought, a faint blue screen, visible only to him, quietly appeared before his eyes.

[Boxing experience +100]

[Boxing Lv3 (375/1000)]

[Muay Thai experience +40]

[Muay Thai Lv2 (328/500)]

[Qi Gong experience +50]

[Qi Gong Lv2 (309/500)]

Several notifications of skill experience growth flashed across the panel.

In last night’s battle, he first consecutively destroyed Xuan Zhen’s physical body and domain, then successfully destroyed the space channel thereafter.

The progress bars of the three fighting skills were thus significantly advanced, especially the boxing skills which surged by one hundred experience points.

Yet compared to the vast experience needed to advance to the next level, this increase is still just a drop in the bucket.

These skill advancements ultimately require the relentless practice and trial by fire of real combat to break through bottlenecks.

Wishing for instant progress in a short period is evidently just a pipe dream.

Reflecting on this, Fang Cheng remembered another unresolved troublesome matter.

Back in the Secret Realm, Xuan Zhen once asked for his life to be spared in exchange for revealing the true identity of that mysterious leader.

Fang Cheng, out of caution, did not agree.

Because according to Xuan Zhen, merely uttering the opponent’s name would be perceived by them.

And I clearly wasn’t ready to face such an unknown formidable figure.

Yet, man proposes and God disposes.

At Xuan Zhen’s dying summon, the opponent’s consciousness actually traversed space and reached here.

Though Fang Cheng successfully thwarted the opponent’s true form from descending, Lin Chuqiao also had the Chen Family issue a gag order to clean up the aftermath meticulously.

But the appearance of himself and others, after that consciousness descended into Chen Qiming’s body, had already been seen.

With such a vulnerability existing, the opponent finding me is probably just a matter of time.

This entirely depends on whether the opponent values the matter, whether they are willing to spare some effort from their so-called grand "plan" to investigate this "ant that took a bite out of them."

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s gaze suddenly became sharp.

No matter what, he cannot pin his hopes on the enemy’s oversight.

He must quickly enhance his strength, preparing for the worst.

His eyes swept over the panel, temporarily setting aside the skills that required a massive accumulation of experience over time.

Finally, his gaze fell on two skills with relatively low levels.

[Tai Chi Lv1 (227/250)]

[Running Lv1 (210/250)]

These two can be considered the most hopeful to achieve breakthroughs in a short time.

As long as they can successfully be advanced to the Master Level, whether by gaining new Skill Effects or being rewarded with Free Attribute Points, it would represent a real leap in his strength.

Especially the Constitution Attribute.

If all the Free Attribute Points could be added to the Constitution, allowing it to first break through the 80-point threshold...

Fang Cheng’s eyes lit up.

points might very well be a threshold to a new level of life.

Once crossed, his Recovery Power, resistance to blows, and even the quality and quantity of True Qi would undergo earth-shattering changes.

In the future, even if I still can’t defeat that mysterious strong figure from the Ideal Land, at least I’ll be able to withstand the first wave of impact.

Then, relying on the breakthrough sound barrier running speed, I can retreat calmly, gaining more initiative.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng felt slightly settled and clearly defined his short-term training goals.

His gaze continued downward, looking at those auxiliary skills, stopping at several special medical skills.

[Bone Setting lv1 (56/250)]

[Acupoint Stimulation lv0 (29/100)]

[Tui Na lv0 (43/100)]

Speaking of which, the progress bars for these three skills have been stagnant for quite some time.

After the New Year, things came one after another, work, family affairs, training consumed most of the time, and also had to deal with the Noah Organization’s pursuit.

Almost no free time to go to Master Lin’s clinic for a part-time job.

Besides, even if I went, there weren’t enough patients to practice treatment and gain experience.

Fang Cheng pondered slightly, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

If I deliberately find some gangsters, break their legs first, and then use medical skills to heal them.

Can I gain experience points this way?

Perhaps it won’t take long before I can level up these medical skills to the max and then fuse them into the Qigong level.

At that time, with Qigong advancing to the Grandmaster Level, whether it’s healing efficiency, defense strength, or offensive methods, my trump card will be even stronger.

It’s just... isn’t doing this a bit too cruel?

Fang Cheng’s mouth twitched slightly, shook his head, and temporarily suppressed this somewhat crazy thought at heart.

The urgent task is still to proceed steadily.

First, raise "Tai Chi" and "Running" to Master Level, striving to break through the 80-point mark of the Constitution Attribute as soon as possible.

At least ensure that next time when performing "Infinite Continuous Punching" and "Kirin Arm," it won’t hurt myself like this time.

With this thought, there was no more hesitation or confusion in his heart.

Fang Cheng put down the water cup, slowly stood up, and stretched his muscles a bit.

As the body extended, a heavy momentum spread out with the cracking sound of bones.

"Hoo—"

A mouthful of turbid air was exhaled, not only taking away the residual pain of the wound but also dispelling the gloom shrouding the heart.

Fang Cheng’s eyes regained their firm and sharp look.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded:

"Brother Cheng, don’t move recklessly, be careful of your wounds!"

Fang Cheng was just about to take steps when Lin Chu Qiao grabbed his uninjured left arm, gently led him, and pressed him back onto the sofa.

She had that tube of special ointment just used, with her dark eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a trace of mild reproach on her face.

"There are some other scratches on your body, let me treat them too to avoid any lingering problems."

She said, unscrewing the ointment cap, those bright eyes staring at him, leaving no room for negotiation.

Fang Cheng looked at the charming face so close, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow:

"Isn’t this unnecessary? They’re just minor injuries, I can handle them myself."

He tried to regain some autonomy, after all, being "handled" by a girl like this was rather unfamiliar.

Lin Chu Qiao heard, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief:

"Even if you’re quite capable, you can’t apply ointment to your own back, can you? Unless you want Pan Wendi to help?"

She said, glancing at the other end of the sofa.

Pan Wendi was immersed in his mobile game, fingers rapidly tapping at the buttons.

Fang Cheng followed her gaze, imagined that scene, and shook his head silently.

Thus, he gave up resistance, relaxed his body slightly, and reclined back on the sofa under Lin Chu Qiao’s guidance.

Lin Chu Qiao smiled slightly, a flicker of triumphant joy flashed in her eyes.

She lifted Fang Cheng’s shirt, revealing the man’s broad and solid back.

Her slender, fair fingers spread the ointment and carefully applied it to the areas with redness and bruises.

Every trace her fingertips made was like a feather brushing the heart tip, stirring waves of tingling itchiness.

Lin Chu Qiao’s movements were light, with a woman’s unique tenderness and patience, as if performing a gentle massage.

Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slanting onto the body, garnishing the bronze skin with a golden edge.

Fang Cheng simply closed his eyes, took a deep breath, enjoying this rare leisure.

In his ears was the sound of TV news, mixed with Pan Wendi’s mobile game sound effects and Bai Ling’s exclamations.

At the tip of his nose, a pleasant fragrance of the woman lingered, blending with the faint medication smell, creating a uniquely tranquil effect.

Just as he indulged in it, his heart suddenly moved, a strange feeling emerged.

It was a subtle change from the Inner World.

Like a long drought meeting rain, as if a sleeping seed finally sprouted, bringing an indescribable vitality and thrill.