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Chapter 288 Pure Fighting Skill Effects (12, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Looking at the detailed skill descriptions on the panel, Fang Cheng's breathing paused slightly, and a glint of barely suppressed brilliance flashed in his eyes.

This "infinite combo"—

It's practically a killer move tailor-made for me!
Fang Cheng's most proficient fighting style is hand-to-hand combat.

The most reliable core advantage in hand-to-hand combat lies in speed and strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

This skill effect perfectly amplifies this point.

The effect of infinitely stacking attack speed means that as long as you can hit continuously, you can theoretically increase your punch speed to an extremely terrifying level.

It is not impossible to even kill a powerful enemy in an instant.

Despite the actual limitations of physical endurance, with a constitution attribute of 46 points, it should be enough to support a rather astonishing number of stackings.

As for the 0.1-second attack interval limit, it may be difficult for ordinary boxers to achieve.

But for Fang Cheng, it was as easy as turning his hand over.

With master-level boxing skills and 40 points of extraordinary agility, as long as you seize the opponent's weakness, you will almost never have your combo interrupted.

More importantly, when the number of consecutive hits reaches 30 or more, it can trigger the effect of locking onto the enemy and briefly suppressing them.

Fang Cheng was equally confident in achieving this combo count.

In future close-quarters combat, once an opponent is locked in place by your fist and falls into a state of stiffness from which they cannot break free or resolve the situation in time, it basically means the end of the fight.

Fang Cheng could calmly increase his punching speed to a terrifying level, unleash even more powerful blows, and finish off his opponent directly.

As for punching more than 100 times in 0.5 seconds, it can create "Hurricane Punch Pressure" and trigger "Storm Finishing Punch".

This prerequisite is quite demanding, to the point of being abnormal.

It's important to know that even the top boxers, through speedball training, can only manage a dozen or so punches in a second, while most ordinary boxers hover around five or six.

Demanding to deliver one hundred punches in half a second is completely beyond the realm of common sense.

Even with Fang Cheng's superhuman physical abilities, he still felt the challenge.

It would probably require a perfect combination of physical potential, the practice of Qigong, and master-level boxing skills to even begin to grasp the basics.

Fang Cheng has not yet attempted to challenge the limit of the number of punches he can throw in a short period of time.

Recalling the brief but intense exchange with Gao Jin last night, I remembered that my all-out attack had produced a clear sonic boom.

This means that the speed of his punches, which he unleashed in an instant, broke the sound barrier, reaching approximately 340 meters per second.

If we take the simplest straight punch position as the standard, and consider punching and retracting as a complete movement, we can roughly estimate the arm span and travel distance.

Theoretically, I might be able to deliver around 170 punches per second.

Of course, this is just the most idealized estimate.

In reality, besides various combat factors, environmental influences, and the body's limits, there are also other factors to consider.

When the speed reaches a certain level, air resistance will also increase exponentially due to the shock wave effect, becoming a huge obstacle.

The exact limit, how many times it can be achieved, still needs to be determined through actual testing and exploration.

However, this is undoubtedly a powerful trump card with immense potential.

If successfully used in actual combat, its power would be unimaginable.

Whether used for clearing out small areas or as a fatal blow against a single powerful enemy, it will be a decisive move.

Of course, the warnings in the skill description are also very real.

This style of play must consume an astronomical amount of physical strength, and the requirements for bone strength and muscle toughness are also abnormally high.

It seems that the continuous improvement of physical attributes, as well as the deep nourishment and strengthening of the body by Qigong, will become more important and urgent in the future.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone as he immersed himself in analyzing the new skills and imagining future battle scenarios, a surge of indescribable excitement welling up within him.

Compared to the skill effect "Qilin Arm" that I gained after reaching the Grandmaster level in push-ups.

This "infinite combo" is truly designed for real combat, featuring pure fighting skill effects!
No need for meticulous pre-emptive preparation, nor for striking a specific pose.

All you need to do is unleash your body's raw instincts and explode in the heat of battle, getting faster and fiercer as you fight!
If that officer surnamed Gao had chosen to continue the fight last night, I would have been completely unafraid.

Because this is Fang Cheng's trump card.

With this skill effect, your explosiveness, dominance, and finishing ability will be elevated to a whole new level!

Even when facing stronger enemies in the future, they will be able to unleash their strongest fighting power in a head-on confrontation.

Just as Fang Cheng's heart was surging with emotion—

Several voices with heavy local accents came from the corridor outside the door, interspersed with the clanging sounds of moving equipment.

"Old Wang, where did you put your spirit level yesterday? I need it."

"It's in your big toolbox, isn't it? Take a look yourself."

"Hey, let's hurry up today and try to finish laying all the water and electricity lines here..."

The renovation workers have arrived.

Click.

With the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turning, the door is being opened from the outside.

Fang Cheng immediately suppressed all facial expressions and aura, and put his thoughts to rest.

He grabbed a T-shirt and put it on, covering his still-heat-radiating, lean muscles.

Then, facing the floor-to-ceiling window at a leisurely pace, she did leg presses and stretches.

As the door opened and footsteps sounded, he turned around and greeted them casually:
"The masters are here, good morning!" "Hey, good morning, Boss Fang!"

The leader was a middle-aged worker wearing a safety helmet.

When she saw Fang Cheng wearing shorts and covered in sweat, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered and greeted him with a smile.

"Is the boss exercising?"

"Yes, let's stretch our bodies."

Fang Cheng nodded without explaining further, then asked, "What part will we be working on today?"

"Let's first sort out the water and electrical wires that we didn't finish yesterday, and then see if we can start sealing the grooves and running them through the walls this afternoon."

The foreman pointed to the exposed conduits on the wall and floor and said.

"Okay, then you guys get back to work."

Fang Cheng put on his trousers, picked up his phone and shoulder bag that were lying to the side, and said:

"I'm going downstairs to get breakfast. If you need any materials or have any questions, just give me a call."

"Alright, Mr. Fang, take care!"

The craftsmen responded and then skillfully took out their tools, ready to begin work.

Fang Cheng nodded, said nothing more, turned and left the still unfinished house, heading towards the elevator.

After morning exercise, it's time to replenish energy and start planning what to do today.

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I randomly picked a breakfast shop downstairs that looked fairly clean.

As soon as Fang Cheng entered, he ordered three baskets of meat buns, two large bowls of wontons, and a dish of pickles.

For his current superhuman physique and enormous energy consumption, this is merely the basic amount of food needed to maintain normal bodily functions.

As soon as the steaming hot food was served, Fang Cheng immediately buried his head in his food and began to eat at an astonishing speed.

It swept through almost like a whirlwind, and the steamed buns and wontons disappeared at a visible speed.

Simple carbohydrates and protein quickly replenished the energy consumed during last night's battle and morning exercise, making Fang Cheng feel that every cell in his body was full of vitality again.

As a result, his appetite increased even more.

In less than half a minute, he quickly finished a bowl of wontons and five large meat buns.

They ate ravenously, not in a crude way, but with astonishing efficiency.

The breakfast shop owner, a slightly plump woman, paused for a moment as she passed by carrying soy milk to the next table of customers, glancing at Fang Cheng out of the corner of her eye.

His eyes were filled with surprise, and even a hint of fear.

It was as if what I saw was not a person eating, but a ferocious beast in human skin feasting.

Fang Cheng keenly noticed the strange look in the landlady's eyes.

He realized that his seemingly normal appetite and eating speed were indeed too conspicuous to ordinary people.

He then deliberately let out a burp, slowed down his chewing, and leisurely finished the last bowl of wontons and two baskets of steamed buns.

In the end, Fang Cheng did not order any more food, suppressing his still burgeoning appetite.

It's better to keep a low profile.

This situation only made Fang Cheng more eager for the house to be renovated as soon as possible.

That way, I can cook for myself, buy a refrigerator full of meat, and eat to my heart's content.

We paid the bill and left; it was still early.

Fang Cheng put on his baseball cap and did not go straight back to the unfinished apartment.

Instead, he pulled his hat brim low, covering most of his face, and strolled to a nearby beach park.

Today is a cloudy day, and the sky is a bit gray after the sun is blocked.

The sea breeze was much stronger than usual, howling and carrying a salty, fishy smell of cool water vapor that slapped against my face.

On the sea, gray-white waves rolled and surged towards the rocks and beaches on the shore.

Despite the less-than-ideal weather, there were still a few tourists scattered on the beach.

Most of them are from out of town, either couples or families.

The children excitedly chased the receding waves, letting out joyful screams, while the adults wrapped their coats tighter and watched from the sidelines, occasionally taking out their phones to take a few pictures.

Fang Cheng strolled leisurely along the edge of the wet beach, his hands in his pockets.

The cool sea breeze caressed his cheeks, and the monotonous sound of the waves crashing on the shore gradually calmed his chaotic thoughts.

As he walked, he recalled the brief but thrilling encounter he had experienced the previous night.

That senior investigator from the Special Investigations Unit was indeed exceptionally capable.

Its bizarre biological armor not only provided incredible defense but also boosted its strength and speed to a terrifying level, allowing it to fight me head-on without being at a disadvantage.

The final energy shockwave was particularly destructive, comparable to a small tactical missile.

Even a senior investigator can be so troublesome.

How many experts of this caliber are there in the entire Special Search Team? Could there be even stronger individuals among them?
Fang Cheng's gaze darkened slightly as he looked at the surging waves in the distance.

It seems I really can't underestimate the heroes of the world, especially in this era where mysterious powers are hidden and superhumans are emerging one after another.

(End of this chapter)