Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 984 - 492:

The morning air carried a unique subtropical humidity.

Cuihai Lake was vast and boundless, living up to its name, deep green like the sea.

Thick white mist moved along the water’s surface, obscuring the distant dark blue mountains.

The shoreline was lush with vegetation, large banana leaves adorned with glistening dew and unknown wildflowers sprawling freely among the grass.

Several ancient banyan trees formed a solitary grove, countless brown aerial roots hanging like long beards, dipping into the water, gently swaying with the morning waves.

Tap, tap, tap.

A rhythmic sound of footsteps broke the tranquility beside the lake.

On the lakeside path, a figure in sportswear emerged through the milky morning mist.

Fang Cheng had just run nearly fifteen kilometers along Cuihai Lake.

For him, with a Constitution score as high as 67 points, this amount of exercise merely woke his dormant body.

Only a fine layer of sweat surfaced on his skin, evaporating upon contact with the humid air.

He stopped before a secluded lakeside grove.

The terrain here was slightly elevated, surrounded by dense trees that conveniently shielded it from the path’s view, making it very quiet.

Through the gaps in the treetops, the spreading light of dawn in the eastern sky could faintly be seen.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

The grove fermented the earthy scent and the fragrance of grass and trees, inhaled deeply, filled with vitality.

After slight adjustment, he spread his feet apart, shoulder-width, and slightly bent his knees.

As his back straightened, his spine connected limberly yet naturally like a dragon.

This was one of the opening postures for Tai Chi Boxing’s Inner Strength Cultivation, Wuji Stance.

With a slow exhale of turbid air, Fang Cheng seemed to merge with the surrounding moist air and flourishing trees.

The raging vitality from running now calmly receded into his Dantian.

As the opening began, his arms slowly rose, wrists relaxed, fingertips slightly extended.

The movements appeared slow, yet were as heavy as grinding millstones, as light as drawing silk.

The dense mist seemed to become tangible under his palms, being guided and compressed by his movements.

Wild Horse Splitting, White Crane Showing Wings, Brush Knee and Twist Step...

Each move flowed like mercury, smoothly and unobstructed.

Fang Cheng moved at a pace not fast yet imbued with an indescribable rhythm.

His center shifted smoothly between his legs, footwork light as though he didn’t touch the ground.

Occasional bird calls from around could not disturb his mood.

As the movements increasingly flowed harmoniously, Fang Cheng distinctly felt an unending stream of Qi, like lake water, within him, with a faint potential to surge out.

Traditional Tai Chi emphasizes "intention first," upholding the principle of "using intention, not force."

Thus, during past boxing practice, Fang Cheng focused more on the harmony between moves and intention.

He was accustomed to using thoughts to guide movements, rather than relying purely on muscular force.

As a result, the moves were expansive and aesthetic, with far-reaching intention, yet lacked substantial lethality.

In battles, he often relied on Tai Chi Boxing’s Skill Effect "Power Reduction" to dissolve opponents’ attacks, serving only a defensive function.

But now, feeling the continuous surging True Qi inside and considering his formidable physical Strength, a thought suddenly stirred within Fang Cheng.

Since the intention was present and the body prepared, why not take it a step further?

A notion was born in his mind.

If the indomitable True Qi within wasn’t just a mere explosion,

but rather integrated into Tai Chi Boxing’s moves and naturally manifested, what would it be like?