Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 313 Sanda Upgrade, Grandmaster Power

He paused for a few seconds to think.

Fang Cheng coughed lightly, then pretended not to know and asked:
"What is your task in this operation?"

"Me? I just keep watch on the perimeter, clean up the area, and deal with any emergencies that might arise. To put it bluntly, I'm just a handyman."

Xu Hao's tone carried a hint of self-deprecation.

Then, he tentatively asked:

"Boss, do we... need to do something? Like, send a message to Cheng Jiashu to make it harder for him to get caught?"

A faint smile appeared on Fang Cheng's lips.

This Xu Hao is quite perceptive; he knows to take the initiative to share my burdens.

So, going along with the flow, he was given a task:
"Could you please pass on a message to Cheng Jiashu?"

"what?!"

Xu Hao's eyes widened suddenly, and he gasped in surprise.

Then, as if he had burned his tongue, he quickly covered his mouth.

He looked troubled, inwardly groaning:

"Boss, this...this is no joke!"

"Putting aside how I can get close to him without being discovered by the Noah Organization, just the thought of having to come into close contact with that psychopathic killer is terrifying!"

Fang Cheng didn't continue the joke, and changed the subject, asking:

"You and the special investigation team must have a secret way of communicating, right?"

Xu Hao's voice hesitated noticeably for a moment, then stammered in his mind as he responded:
"Well... sometimes... um..."

"I don't want to know what shady dealings you two have up your sleeves."

Fang Cheng interrupted his stammering, his tone becoming serious:

"As a spy planted in Noah by the Special Investigation Team, your goal is definitely to deal with this organization. Now, you can pass on the relevant intelligence about Noah's operation tomorrow night to the Special Investigation Team."

"Boss, you mean..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao was taken aback, his voice filled with surprise and confusion.

"However, the information needs to be slightly modified."

Fang Cheng didn't explain further, and continued:

"Just tell them that the Noah Organization is desperately short of experimental materials and is planning to target the children of Dawn House, intending to capture them all."

"Also, this information cannot be given to the special investigation team now. You must wait until Cheng Jiashu appears at the orphanage before finding the right opportunity to leak this information."

Xu Hao only half understood and half was confused, not understanding what Fang Cheng was up to.

But he dared not ask any more questions and could only agree repeatedly.

Then, Fang Cheng carefully instructed:
"Your primary task in this operation is to ensure your own safety."

"Under this premise, the key is to help me find out the specific abilities of the Noah Organization experts involved in this operation, as well as their usual addresses and the identities they use to cover their tracks. The more detailed this information, the better."

This is undoubtedly a difficult and dangerous task.

But Xu Hao knew he had no room for negotiation and could only bite the bullet and agree:

"Yes, boss, I will do my best to handle it, but... with such a short time, how will I get the information to you?"

There's no need to rush to perfection.

Fang Cheng answered calmly:
"Focus your efforts on identifying one of the senior officers leading the team and thoroughly investigating his background."

"Once you obtain valuable intelligence, silently repeat my name in your mind. Then I will establish a mental link with you and make contact."

After a slight pause, Fang Cheng seemed to weigh his options before offering a reward that was enough to make Xu Hao's heart race.

"After this operation is successfully completed, I will arrange a meeting with you and personally guide you in cultivating the advanced techniques of the 'Great Sun Burning Body Technique'."

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao's eyes lit up immediately, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, and he responded with unwavering confidence:
"Understood, boss. Mission accomplished!"

After a brief exchange, the two ended their secret mental link.

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the silent old factory street.

Occasionally, a few distant car horns or the indistinct voices of neighbors could be heard, appearing and disappearing in the silent night sky.

Inside the bedroom, the curtains were tightly drawn.

The desk lamp emitted a pale yellow light, illuminating Fang Cheng's well-defined profile.

Outside the door, her mother, Li Biyun, called out with concern:

"Chengcheng, it's past ten o'clock, are you still studying? How about I cook you a bowl of noodles to fill your stomach?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng opened his eyes and responded loudly:
"No need, Mom, I'll go to sleep right away."

After saying that, he reached out and gently turned off the desk lamp.

The room was immediately plunged into a deep night.

Fang Cheng, shrouded in darkness, had a slight smile playing on his lips.

He has now given Cheng Jiashu two choices.

If Cheng Jiashu chooses to believe the warning on the note, knowing that there is a deadly trap for him at the orphanage tomorrow, and thus chooses to hide and not go to the orphanage.

Then, I can naturally proceed with the next step of the plan and play the role that I share with Cheng Jiashu.

If Cheng Jiashu still chooses to go to the orphanage regardless of everything, trying to protect those children.

In that case, things would be a little more complicated, but not impossible to handle.

He also has ways to make things even more chaotic and profit from it.

Everything depends on which path Cheng Jiashu ultimately chooses to take.

Whatever choice he makes, he is confident that he can steer the coming storm in the most favorable direction.

Fang Cheng lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring calmly at the ceiling.

The neon lights outside the window flickered on and off, shimmering with a mesmerizing glow.

It seems to reflect the hidden undercurrents lurking in this city.

....................................

Four o'clock in the morning.

Darkness, like a thick velvet curtain, pressed heavily over the city.

In the distance, rows of tall buildings stand side by side, most of their windows tightly closed.

Only a few scattered lights flickered faintly in the boundless darkness, like the sparse eyes of a sleeping behemoth.

On the street, the dim streetlights swayed gently in the cold wind, casting long shadows on the ground.

Occasionally, a night vehicle will hurry by with a dull engine noise.

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground briefly tore through the deathly silence, only to be quickly swallowed up again.

This was the deepest part of the night.

A figure, like a ghost in the dark night, appeared silently on the rooftop of this old tenement building.

He first stretched his limbs, and his muscles and bones emitted a series of subtle but crisp popping sounds.

A few simple stretches, squats, and jumps can help to awaken the body's functions.

Then, he walked to a sturdy water pipe fixed at the edge of the rooftop.

The water pipe was over two meters tall, and the cold metal exuded a chilling aura even before dawn.

The figure was shirtless, wearing only shorts, with a thick leather waist belt around his waist.

A ring of sturdy metal buckles is evenly distributed around the outside of the waist support belt.

At this moment, six dark, heavy, round barbell plates are firmly suspended from the barbell via specially made short steel cables.

Each piece is marked with 25kg, which adds up to an extra 150 kilograms of weight. This weight is enough to make an ordinary strong man breathless.

However, the figure seemed oblivious to the immense pressure emanating from it.

I gripped the cold water pipe tightly with both hands and took a deep breath.

The next moment, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and the muscles in his arms instantly bulged and twisted, like tangled tree roots.

The body, bearing that astonishing weight, was steadily and rhythmically pulled upwards and then fell down.

Once, twice, three times...

His breathing was steady and powerful, and his movements were standard and smooth, without the slightest strain or hesitation.

I completed a set of 100 pull-ups without even a drop of sweat on my forehead.

"Xu..."

Fang Cheng exhaled, lightly released his grip, and used his extraordinary air-holding ability to land steadily on the cement ground.

The entire process was almost completely silent, as light as a raccoon dog.

He didn't want to disturb his sleeping neighbors downstairs at this quiet time.

After landing smoothly, Fang Cheng unbuckled the weight plates from his waist and neatly stacked them aside.

He woke up at four o'clock this morning.

Winter goes and spring comes; the seasons change and the stars shift.

The days are getting longer and longer, and it's getting light earlier and earlier.

To avoid being accidentally seen exercising in the morning, Fang Cheng had to bring his schedule forward even further.

Therefore, while it was still pitch black outside and the entire tenement building was shrouded in deep sleep,

He had already dressed quietly and carefully carried the training equipment he had prepared the night before to the rooftop.

During the operation, they were afraid of making the slightest noise and waking their sleeping mother in the next room.

I easily completed the first item of today's morning exercise, the first set of formal activities.

Fang Cheng rested for a moment, then bent down.

Start practicing single-finger push-ups by supporting your entire body weight with only your right index finger.

The hard cement floor seemed to turn into soft mud under his single finger.

Each downward and upward movement challenges the limits of the finger bones and muscles.

You can even hear a slight "hissing" sound as your fingertips rub against the ground.

That was an inhuman power, a highly concentrated manifestation.

One group after another, one item after another.

Fang Cheng tirelessly repeated physical training.

As the last set of weighted squats ended, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The city's massive black silhouette slowly revealed its clear outline as the sky gradually brightened.

Fang Cheng stood up and exhaled a long breath of turbid air mixed with white mist.

The intensity of today's physical training was actually lower than in the previous days.

In preparation for the upcoming battle, Fang Cheng plans to devote more energy to honing his fighting skills.

In particular, the Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) skills that are about to achieve a breakthrough.

He looked up and saw the concrete water tank in the dim light.

He then took a standing jump, soaring up like a bird and easily landing on top of the water tank.

Standing on it, Fang Cheng first assumed a horse stance, breathing deeply to stabilize his blood and qi circulation and quickly restore his depleted strength.

A moment later, he slowly took his stance.

With shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, chest slightly concave and back straight, eyes fixed on the front, his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

The next moment, he moved.

With a sudden stomp of his left foot, his right fist struck straight forward like a cannonball, generating a fierce gust of wind.

Jab!

Immediately afterwards, he used his waist and hips to generate power, causing his right fist to draw a swift arc, striking the imagined opponent's ribs.

Punch!

The attack continued; he lowered his body slightly and swept his right leg out like a steel whip, aiming at his opponent's lower body.

Low whip kick!
Every movement was clean and crisp, as if he had stepped right out of a Sanda textbook.

At the same time, he tried to control his strength to avoid making a terrifying sonic boom.

However, the sounds of fists and feet cutting through the air were still exceptionally clear on the silent rooftop, making a "whooshing" sound.

Fang Cheng stood in this narrow space with a diameter of only 2 meters and launched an air attack.

At times, he is like a tiger descending the mountain, fierce and unparalleled, with wide and powerful punches and kicks.

Sometimes it moves like a nimble monkey playing in the water, its body elusive, dodging and weaving.

Straight punch, hook punch, roundhouse kick, front kick, grappling...

He executes various classic moves in Sanda with fluid grace, seamlessly connecting them without any hesitation.

Each of his attacks is not just an explosion of muscle power, but also a precise control of timing, distance, and angle.

It was as if an invisible, powerful opponent was standing in front of him, forcing him to perfect every detail of offense and defense.

The sky gradually brightened.

From its initial grayness, it was gradually tinged with a faint crimson, and then turned into a magnificent orange-yellow.

The sunlight, like golden sand, filtered through the gaps between city buildings and gently fell on the rooftop.

A faint halo enveloped that focused and agile figure.

As the morning light shone through, Fang Cheng constantly shifted his position, wielding his fists and feet.

Sweat had already soaked his body, glistening and highlighting the sharp lines of his muscles.

But he was completely unaware, still immersed in his Sanda training, every cell yearning for the release and sublimation of power.

At the same time, several notification messages slowly appeared before his eyes.

[Sanda Experience +1]

[Sanda Experience +1]

[Sanda Experience +1]

………………

Just as he was about to finish a fierce backflip, creating a gust of wind—

hum!
Without warning, the skill panel in front of Fang Cheng burst forth with a dazzling light, like the rising sun!
In the light, lines of familiar text emerged, yet they carried a fresh and exhilarating meaning.

Congratulations! Through extraordinary effort and perseverance, your skills have successfully broken through to the Grandmaster level.

【Sanda LV3 (0/1000)】

[Receive skill enhancement reward: 12 free attribute points]

Looking at the gleaming panel, an indescribable sense of joy and satisfaction welled up from the bottom of Fang Cheng's heart and spread throughout his body.

It was as if the long-suppressed and accumulated feelings had been released at this moment.

Fang Cheng could clearly understand that his understanding of Sanda, a fighting technique, and his body's application of related skills had been elevated to a completely new level.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, feeling the martial artist's power within him about to burst forth.

Fang Cheng's eyes gleamed with a palpable passion and fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)