Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 287 Grandmaster-level Boxing! Infinite Combo!

Caution is the survival rule of wild animals.

Before figuring out the special investigation team's true intentions in taking Xu Hao away, and what actions they would take next, gathering more intelligence is far more prudent than leaving rashly.

Fang Cheng chose a corner that was far from the scene and on slightly higher ground.

Like a lurking owl, its eyes gleamed brightly, maximizing its perception, silently locking onto the area where the incident occurred.

At a distance of nearly one kilometer, ordinary people can only see blurry lights and cannot even make out the outlines of people in the dark.

But for Fang Cheng, whose mental attribute was as high as 47 points, everything was clearly discernible and presented in his field of vision.

Even the faintest sounds drifting in the air can be detected by their superhuman hearing.

The man referred to as "Commander Gao" was still tall and imposing, but his posture appeared somewhat stiff.

It seems that the previous battle had taken a toll on him.

He was standing next to a black van, listening to a briefing from his subordinates, his eyes occasionally sweeping sharply across the surrounding darkness with a high degree of vigilance.

As for the two seriously injured administrative officers, they were grimacing as they received emergency medical treatment from other support team members.

Medical personnel in combat uniforms skillfully cleaned their wounds, immobilized fractures, and administered painkillers.

Fang Cheng could vaguely hear their complaints and cries of pain:

"Ouch...be gentle, buddy...broken ribs! Broken ribs..."

This was Zhou Liang's voice, sounding somewhat weak.

"Damn, I almost thought I was going to die here... That guy is a monster!"

This is Ali cursing and swearing, his voice revealing an undisguised lingering fear.

As for the officer, he only glanced at them occasionally, and most of the time he was whispering something to another bespectacled man who seemed to be the squad leader.

Fang Cheng concentrated and caught some fragmented words cut off by the night wind.

"There were few traces left at the scene...shoe prints were detected...no signs of contamination were found..."

"Operation security level upgraded... Cleanup completed according to standards... Evacuate as soon as possible..."

Gao Jin's voice was deep and powerful; even from this distance, one could feel the majesty and charisma it contained.

The other special search team members were working efficiently.

Someone was using professional instruments to scan the ground and air, seemingly detecting energy fluctuations or collecting some kind of data.

Others were quickly gathering up the scattered vehicle debris and the various messes generated during the battle, deftly packing some of the junk into specially made bags.

Others were on guard around the perimeter, setting up a cordon to ensure that no unauthorized personnel approached.

The entire process was carried out in an orderly manner, like a machine in operation, demonstrating the team's extremely high level of professionalism and discipline.

A dozen minutes later, the site was basically cleaned up.

The injured Zhou Liang and Ali had already been helped into a new Wuling sedan.

As for Xu Hao, who had been knocked unconscious by the electric shock, he was also lifted into the modified black van.

Gao Jin glanced one last time at the land ravaged by battle, his expression complex and unreadable.

With a wave of his hand, all team members immediately regrouped and quickly boarded their respective vehicles.

The soft rumble of the engine starting up could be heard one after another.

A small convoy of several cars drove away without looking back, quickly disappearing into the night at the end of the road.

All that remained was a scorched wasteland, cleared but still bearing the marks of a fierce battle.

Fang Cheng stood still for a moment, his gaze following the direction in which the special search team's vehicle had gone.

He did not choose to follow or leave immediately, but continued to look around.

Like the most patient hunter, he made sure there were no hidden surveillance points, suspicious signs, or prying eyes around him.

Until the area near the highway returned to the complete silence that a night should have.

All that remained was the howling wind and the faint sound of cars in the distance.

Fang Cheng looked at the time displayed on his phone screen—12:07.

It's past midnight.

Then, he glanced down at the white sneakers whose soles were completely crushed, revealing the toes.

It seems I won't be able to go back to my cozy little home to rest tonight.

Of course, it's not advisable to continue taking risks.

After a moment's thought, Fang Cheng made his decision.

He adjusted the strap of his satchel and took one last look at the land ravaged by battle.

Then, with a swift movement, it leaped down silently and disappeared into the deeper darkness.

Along the farmland and wasteland beside the highway, Fang Cheng's figure swept past like the wind, stealthily heading towards the unknown unfinished house in Guanlan District.

That will be his temporary base for the foreseeable future.

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The next morning, as dawn broke and the city was still fast asleep, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Inside a bare-bones apartment in a high-rise residential building in Guanlan District, the energy of life is already palpable.

The cement floor was cold and rough, the walls were bare gray concrete, and a few electrical wires hung haphazardly.

Sandbags, putty powder, and other building materials were piled up in the corner, along with scattered tools and scraps from cutting. A faint smell of dust filled the air.

However, this simple and messy environment cannot conceal the almost cruel self-refinement that is taking place here at this moment.

"990."

"991."

"992."

"993."

Fang Cheng was shirtless, wearing only loose athletic shorts, his bronze skin glowing healthily in the dim morning light.

He braced himself on the ground with both palms, his body straight as a javelin, and was doing push-ups at an astonishing speed.

With each downward thrust, his chest almost touched the ground; with each upward thrust, his arm muscles instantly bulged, unleashing tremendous power.

The movements are so fast that they leave only afterimages, like a pile driver, simultaneously challenging the limits of human speed and strength.

The dull "plop" sound echoed rhythmically in the empty room.

Sweat trickled down his sharply defined cheeks and neck, dripping onto the cold cement floor and splashing into dark water droplets.

"997."

"998."

"999."

"1000!"

With a final, low count, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and his posture on the ground suddenly changed.

The hands that were originally supporting the body suddenly clenched together, leaving only the index and middle fingers exposed.

Like two steel rods, they were firmly nailed to the cold, rough cement ground.

After completing three sets of 1000 standard push-ups, Fang Cheng was somewhat dissatisfied with the results of today's workout.

I decided to significantly increase the difficulty and continue with the two-finger push-up challenge.

His body remained as straight as a ruler, with no sign of sagging in his back.

Using only the strength of two fingers, he started a new set of push-ups at an astonishing speed.

Actions that would be incredibly difficult for ordinary people are performed smoothly and rhythmically by Fang Cheng.

It was as if this was the normal movement pattern his body should have.

This is no longer just exercise, but a continuous challenge to the limits of physical fitness.

After completing another 1000 consecutive two-finger push-ups, Fang Cheng let out a satisfied sigh and slowly stood up. He then assumed a standing meditation posture, breathing deeply, his muscles trembling slightly, faintly emitting a thunderous sound.

After resting for a few minutes, Fang Cheng walked to the center of the living room and looked up at the ceiling below.

Several thick steel pipes had already been secured there with expansion bolts, forming a simple yet sturdy prototype of a training frame.

Fang Cheng leaped into the air, firmly grasping the steel pipe above his head with both hands. His body was suspended in mid-air without swaying at all.

The next moment, the latissimus dorsi muscles suddenly exerted force, like two tough wing plates contracting violently, pulling the entire body upward with great power.

His chin easily passed over the cold steel pipe; the movement was clean, crisp, and full of explosive power.

Pull-ups, a basic exercise, have long lost their challenge for him.

At this moment, Fang Cheng was pursuing the ultimate speed and explosive power in consecutive repetitions.

Sweat beads, like broken strings of pearls, fell continuously from his taut muscles as his body rose and fell rapidly.

"Whoops——"

Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of stale air and rested for a moment.

I completed one set of 1000 pull-ups.

Next up was a new set of 1000 hanging leg raises.

Fang Cheng stabilized his core, straightened his legs together, and relied on his incredibly strong waist and abdominal muscles to lift and curl his legs up until his toes touched the steel pipe above his head.

He easily completed a hanging leg raise, and it was an extremely difficult straight-leg touch on the bar.

The muscles in his waist and abdomen are clearly defined, like the hardest armor plates, and every time he lifts his leg, he coordinates the power of his whole body.

One group after another, like tireless machines.

Sweat had already soaked through his athletic shorts, flowing freely along the lines of his muscles.

Heavy but rhythmic breathing echoed in the empty room.

The rising heat from the evaporation of sweat creates an atmosphere of raw, intense, and pure masculinity.

This body, forged through countless trials, has long transcended the realm of the mortal, every inch of it containing power that would terrify ordinary people.

At this moment, outside the window are rows of modern buildings that are gradually coming to life.

Further away, on the shimmering sea, a red sun is slowly rising.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the buildings and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring in like a waterfall and falling directly on Fang Cheng's sweat-drenched body.

The rough cement walls and cold steel frames seem to be coated with a warm filter in the morning light.

Under the sunlight, Fang Cheng's bronze skin shone with a healthy glow, and the beads of sweat flowing down his face reflected glittering golden light.

His bulging muscle lines are clearly visible, as if carved by a knife and axe, full of primal and wild power.

At this moment, sweat, muscles, and sunlight intertwined, creating an almost sacred illusion.

It resembles a war god sculpture being meticulously sculpted, brimming with vitality.

When the physical excitement reached a certain peak, Fang Cheng's movements gradually slowed down, and his body made one last exertion in the air, hanging steadily.

Then, controlling his strength, he slowly fell off the steel pipe, his feet landing on the ground with a sound as soft as a feather falling.

Fang Cheng's chest heaved powerfully as he adjusted his breathing rhythm, feeling the burning sensation of blood surging through his veins, letting the sweat slide freely down his body.

As their eyes gleamed, a pale blue, semi-transparent screen appeared before them.

Push-up experience +6

Push-ups lv3 (201/1000)

Squat experience +4

Squat Lv3 (158/1000)

[Leg Raise Experience +7]

[Leg Raise Lv2 (319/500)]

[Pull-up experience +7]

Pull-ups lv2 (354/500)

[Bridge carrying experience +6]

[Back Bridge Lv2 (291/500)]

[Handstand Push-up Experience +6]

[Handstand Support Lv2 (302/500)]

Looking at the main gains from today's morning exercise, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Not bad.

The three master-level skills—leg raises, pull-ups, and handstand push-ups—have all exceeded 300 experience points, meaning they are not far from leveling up.

As for reaching the master level in push-ups and squats, the experience gained becomes extremely slow, relying solely on gradual accumulation over time.

Fang Cheng was already very satisfied with the results achieved by this temporary adjustment to the training plan.

Due to limited resources, I didn't even have time to bring the barbell and straps I usually use for weight training from home.

However, by significantly increasing the speed of movements, increasing the number of repetitions per set, and challenging one's explosive power and endurance with more difficult advanced movements.

Fang Cheng still achieved training results that were almost identical to his usual weight training.

Of course, the result of doing this is that almost all of the morning exercise is devoted to physical training, and it even takes much longer than usual.

Fang Cheng glanced at the sports watch lying to the side—the screen showed: 8:29.

Judging by the time, the renovation workers should be arriving soon.

Fang Cheng abandoned his plan to continue practicing shadowboxing and improve his combat skills and experience.

After all, this morning exercise had already pushed me close to my physical limits.

Moreover, the unexpected and intense battle last night brought far more gains than I had expected.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, and he switched the panel to the series of skill prompts that had popped up earlier.

[Running experience +15]

[Qigong Experience +15]

[Sanda Experience +25]

[Muay Thai Experience +20]

[Jiu-Jitsu Experience +20]

……

My gaze finally settled on a line of notifications that was shining with an exceptionally bright light—

That's important information about changes in boxing skills.

Congratulations! Through extraordinary effort and perseverance, as well as crucial breakthroughs in practical application, your skills have reached the Grandmaster level.

Boxing lv3 (0/1000)

[Receive enhancement rewards, skill effect "Infinite Combo"]

Fang Cheng focused intently as he carefully studied the specific description of the newly acquired skill's special effects.

[Unlimited Combo]

[When launching a series of punches, each successful hit on the target increases the speed of the next punch by 10%. Theoretically, this can stack infinitely within the limits of one's constitution attribute.]

When the combo count reaches 30 or more, a lock-on effect can be triggered, causing the target covered by the fist to be briefly stunned (the stun duration is related to the opponent's spirit and constitution attributes)

[Note that, regardless of whether you use one hand or both fists, the interval between any attack must not exceed 0.1 seconds, otherwise it will be reset immediately.]

If you can throw more than 100 punches in 0.5 seconds, you can create a hurricane-like punching force that impacts all targets in a straight line. The more punches you throw, the greater the power. If your punch hits a target directly at the maximum number of punches, it will trigger the finishing move "Death Tornado," causing devastating damage.

[Warning: This extremely high frequency of punches requires superhuman bone density and muscle strength, and is extremely physically demanding. Ordinary people using this skill must proceed with caution and gradually increase their intensity, otherwise it could lead to serious physical injury.]

(End of this chapter)