Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 302 Only through diligent practice can one crush all enemies.

The sea breeze, carrying the unique coolness of early morning, swept across Qingshui Bay in the northeast corner of Dongdu City.

The sky was still a deep, inky black, blending seamlessly with the boundless sea, indistinguishable from one another.

The silhouettes of tall buildings on one side of the city outline undulating contours in the darkness.

A few scattered, flickering lights, like a sleeping giant opening its sleepy eyes.

wow——

A lithe figure, darting like a cheetah, silently appeared on the beach.

Upon closer inspection, it was a bald man with a muscular build, wearing only shorts.

He was barefoot, and each step he took left a clear and powerful mark on the wet sand.

The footprints strung together in a line, extending straight forward, only to be gradually smoothed out and dissolved by the surging tide behind them.

It was still the early hours of the morning, yet some people couldn't sleep and came to the beach for a run.

It's quite a strange and unusual story.

However, what is even more amazing is the way men look when they run.

His speed doesn't seem particularly fast, about the same as a top athlete sprinting 100 meters.

But the rhythm was unusually stable, and the strides were exceptionally wide.

His posture was extremely relaxed and composed, without any sign of gritted teeth or strained effort.

It was as if they were doing a light warm-up exercise at this extreme speed that is beyond the limits of ordinary people.

The muscles throughout the body are as if pulled by countless chains. Every leg lift, every arm swing, every breath is extremely smooth and full of harmony between strength and beauty.

Even the most demanding track and field coach would probably find it difficult to find the slightest flaw in his running form.

Not to mention, being able to maintain such a sprinting state for so long would be enough for him to sweep all the gold medals in running-related events at the Olympics.

It's important to know that even the average pace of a men's marathon world champion is far less than half that of a top sprinter at the finish line.

What he's doing now is like participating in a marathon at the speed of a sprinter.

One minute……

Two minutes...

ten minutes……

Half an hour passed.

The man ran at a steady, precise pace without slowing down or speeding up.

This level of control is astonishing in itself, not to mention that high bursts of energy are often accompanied by a rapid depletion of physical strength.

He appeared completely calm, without blushing or panting, as if he were taking a stroll on the beach.

His physical abilities are so abnormal that he's practically a humanoid monster.

"Xu..."

A wisp of breath, carrying a white mist, was gently exhaled from the nostrils.

During training, Fang Cheng had actually tried to slow down as much as possible, running at a steady pace on the beach as if he were a normal person.

This is done not only to avoid excessive speed and causing alarming damage to the surrounding environment, but also to improve training efficiency.

The sand underfoot was soft and uneven. Every step required engaging more muscle groups in the legs, hips, and even the waist and abdomen to maintain balance.

In this way, you can effectively exercise the deep muscles that are not used in normal times, and also improve your body's coordination.

At the same time, the sand absorbs most of the impact from the body, greatly reducing the pressure on the ankle, knee and hip joints during running.

In addition, the sandy ground creates extra resistance to the leg-lifting motion, resulting in a much greater energy expenditure than on a regular hard surface, thus making the workout more efficient.

For those eager to lose weight, running on the beach is undoubtedly a more effective way to burn fat and also reduces the burden and wear on joints.

Of course, Fang Cheng didn't need to worry about this.

He enjoys this unique experience even more.

The fine sand gently massaged the soles of his feet, bringing waves of tingling pleasure.

The expansive view from the seaside and the freedom of running alone allowed him to relieve stress and feel physically and mentally refreshed.

The route stretches for six kilometers, running from the south end to the north end of the winding beach.

Ahead lay a rugged rocky area, and beyond that, a small hill.

To continue, we must leave the beach and get onto the coastal road.

Fang Cheng stopped in front of the reef, his face showing no obvious sweat, and his breathing not even rapid.

He then turned around and ran back the way he came.

After checking on the house's renovation in Guanlan District yesterday afternoon, Fang Cheng simply stayed in the unfinished house that evening.

He meditated through the night, continuing to familiarize himself with and practice his ability of "spiritual resonance".

In the vast ocean of consciousness, try to capture those individuals with similar consciousness frequencies and establish more spiritual connections with yourself.

I was busy like this until four in the morning when my phone alarm went off right on time.

Then, I started my daily exercise routine ahead of schedule.

First, in the unfinished house, meticulously complete all the projects of the Six Arts of a Prisoner.

1000 two-finger push-ups, 1000 one-arm pull-ups, 1000 one-arm hanging leg raises, 2000 one-leg squats, 600 handstand push-ups, and 800 back bridges.

After a short rest, we arrived at Clearwater Bay without much delay.

After carefully observing and confirming that no one was around, I began my long run along the entire beach.

These days, Fang Cheng has been like a tireless spinning top, shuttling between several fixed locations: Old Factory Street, Wanghu Town, the club, and Haitian Garden.

Besides living and working like an ordinary person, he secretly waited for news from Xu Hao.

The rest of the time was spent practicing various skills, seizing every opportunity to improve one's strength, and actively preparing for the competition.

Although a murderer who was "impersonating" someone else temporarily attracted the attention of the Noah Organization, Fang Cheng did not let his guard down.

Who knows if that guy will be exonerated, or if the Noah Organization will discover new clues, change direction, and turn the finger at him again.

So far, Fang Cheng has focused his daily morning exercise routine on running.

Although it is impossible to predict what kind of enhancements and special effects will be brought after this basic skill is upgraded.

But if danger arises in the future, having legs that can run faster than others will ultimately be a greater advantage.

Whether choosing a strategic retreat or a roundabout approach to launch a counterattack, speed is always the decisive factor.

Where the sea meets the sky, darkness shrouds the landscape.

A faint ray of light quietly appeared, gradually expanding and brightening.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the thin mist and fell upon Fang Cheng's sharply defined face.

Beneath thick eyebrows, his deep eyes shone like stars.

Beads of sweat slid down his bronze skin, shimmering with a crystalline sheen.

He was shirtless, revealing his chiseled pectoral and abdominal muscles.

Beneath the athletic shorts, the thigh muscles were bulging and knotted, exuding explosive power.

Bathed in the morning light, he exuded an indescribable aura of masculinity and heroism.

In the distance, the faint sounds of car horns and pedestrian conversations could be heard from the highway.

The sleeping city is gradually awakening.

With a slight thought, Fang Cheng summoned the control panel while running.

[Running experience +7]

[Running lv0 (95/100)]

"It'll be upgraded soon!"

Fang Cheng looked pleased as he reviewed the experience points he had gained from this morning run.

He then raised his wrist and glanced at the screen of his sports watch.

06: 05.

"It's getting late, and we can't break through anytime soon. Let's practice some more shadow fighting and then head back."

Fang Cheng pondered to himself, then stopped and ended his running practice.

Standing on the beach, he took a deep breath of the salty, humid sea air. Then, facing the surging sea, he assumed a fighting stance and raised his fists.

The morning sun dyed the sea a magnificent orange-red, and the waves rolled and surged onto the beach, making a series of booming sounds.

Fang Cheng's figure moved nimbly and darted in the morning glow, his punches as fast as lightning and his kicks as swift as the wind.

His movements are expansive and powerful, displaying both strength and beauty.

Every punch and every kick seemed to tear through the air and stir up wind and thunder.

As time passed, the fist technique unfolded.

The originally surging tide seemed to be suppressed by Fang Cheng's power, gradually calming down and slowly receding.

Just then, a faint noise came from not far away.

Fang Cheng froze instantly, looking alertly in the direction of the sound.

Several figures carrying small buckets and tools were seen walking towards this side.

They appear to be local fishermen, preparing to harvest seafood from the mudflats and reefs during low tide.

Fang Cheng immediately suppressed his imposing aura and casually moved his hands and feet, pretending to be doing some casual stretching exercises.

At the same time, his gaze fell on the panel again.

Boxing Experience +1

Boxing lv3 (8/1000)

[Sanda Experience +2]

【Sanda Lv2 (440/500)】

"good……"

Fang Cheng muttered something under his breath.

Although progress in the skill "Sanda" is relatively slow, at least like "Running", it is one step closer to the next level.

I was originally planning to try out the "infinite combo" at the beach to see how powerful it was.

However, the current environment is clearly still not very suitable.

Fang Cheng composed himself and turned to walk towards a bench on the beach near the road.

Pick up the sneakers and jacket that I had left there and put them back on.

On the way back to Haitian Garden Community, people who got up early for work were in a hurry, and the breakfast shops along the street were already wafting out tempting aromas.

Fang Cheng first stopped in front of a thriving steamed bun shop, where he ate more than a dozen steaming meat buns and two bowls of soy milk in one go, leaving the diners next to him dumbfounded.

Then, he turned around and went to another shop next door, where he packed enough breakfast for five or six people, claiming it was for his fellow workers on the construction site.

Fang Cheng carried two large bags filled with meat buns and milk, and swiped his card to enter the gate of Haitian Garden.

As I passed through the central green space in the community, which is specifically for residents to exercise, I saw that many people were already doing their morning exercises.

A girl in a wheelchair, in particular, stood out.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face, fair skin, and a tall figure.

However, a hint of melancholy seemed to linger between his brows as he sat quietly in his wheelchair, watching the people doing their morning exercises.

Fang Cheng glanced at it casually, then went straight upstairs to his unfinished apartment that was still under renovation.

He took out his key and opened the door.

At a glance, the renovation project is nearing completion.

The basic construction of the kitchen and bathroom is complete, and all water and electricity lines have been laid.

In the living room, the comprehensive training framework, specially designed and built according to his requirements, is already taking shape.

All that's left is to install the training equipment and then lay soundproofing material on the floor and surrounding walls.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept across the room, and he planned to add some necessary furniture and appliances.

First, you need to buy a large enough freezer specifically for storing various types of meat.

Given his ever-growing, terrifying appetite, ordinary food is hardly enough to meet his body's nutritional needs in terms of "quality," so he can only rely on large amounts of meat to supplement his diet.

Not only will being hungry severely affect his combat effectiveness, it will also make him appear to be in a bad mood due to deliberately suppressing his appetite.

Secondly, you need to buy a better quality treadmill.

After all, sometimes when the weather is bad or it's inconvenient to go out for training, at least you can still do some exercise at home.

Fang Cheng silently calculated these things in his mind, estimating how much expense would be needed.

To be honest, the initial intention of renovating this "private hideout" was just to make do with it, but the actual cost was quite high.

The material and labor costs recorded in the ledgers alone exceeded 150,000 yuan.

The main reason for exceeding the budget was the training hall, which was built to professional boxing gym standards.

For this, Fang Cheng paid an additional nearly 70,000 yuan in project fees.

Moreover, the sound insulation and vibration damping materials that need to be laid later will be another considerable expense.

Fang Cheng estimated the amount of money in his wallet; he had about 300,000 yuan left.

The money is still quite plentiful, but after this large renovation expense, the wallet will become much emptier.

My original plan to buy a slightly better car looks like it will have to be postponed for a while.

"Spending money is really like water flowing away; I must find a way to make more money in the future."

Fang Cheng pondered to himself.

Xu Sanduo returned from out of town a few days ago, and we need to urge him to sell off those antiques as soon as possible.

I sat cross-legged on the slightly cool floor and glanced at the time displayed on my sports watch.

It's almost 7:30, the renovation workers should be arriving soon.

Fang Cheng quickly opened the bag of breakfast he had brought back and continued to wolf down the remaining food.

Today's schedule is packed.

In the morning, he planned to go to the fight club for a sparring session to practice his Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) skills.

In the afternoon, I will go to Wanghu Town to visit my uncle, Li Dingjian.

Two days ago, Fang Cheng successfully fooled his mother and grandfather under the pretext of "teaching health preservation secrets" and established a preliminary spiritual connection with them.

However, it's not so easy to use the same reasoning to fool his uncle, Li Dingjian.

If I were to tell him directly about my awakened mental abilities, I fear he might overthink it and cause unnecessary worry.

Therefore, Fang Cheng fabricated a reason, half-truthfully and half-falsely.

He claimed that he learned a magical qigong visualization technique from a "master" named Ma Jianguo, which had miraculous effects on improving physical fitness and solving mental problems.

So, I wanted to ask my uncle to help me practice and see how effective it would be.

Thinking of Ma Jianguo, Fang Cheng couldn't help but think of Ma Donghe, who had been in seclusion and studying diligently recently.

Judging by the dates, the Special Investigation Team's preliminary test seems to be in the next few days.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Suddenly, I remembered my postgraduate entrance exam scores.

The national cut-off scores and the school's own cut-off scores have been released. If all goes as expected, I should be able to make it onto the final interview list for the law school at Tokyo University, which I applied to.

The exam is scheduled for the end of this month.

Upon thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a complex and inexplicable emotion.

Compared to when I was a commoner with a predictable life plan.

The path I've embarked on is now fraught with unknowns and dangers; it's a completely different, extraordinary path.

The peaceful and ordinary life that ordinary people pursue seems to be getting further and further away.

But this emotion was fleeting, like ripples on water, and was quickly dispelled by his unwavering will.

In any case, my life's ideal is to climb to the very top of this world and experience unparalleled scenery.

Now that you've embarked on this path and are on the path to achieving this goal, settling for mediocrity will only bring you unnecessary trouble.

Only by relying on the interface and practicing diligently can one become stronger and stronger.

Powerful enough to crush any opponent standing in his way!
(End of this chapter)