Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 325 Two-Finger Handstand Push-up, Battle Plan
In the lounge.

The two deliberately lowered their voices, secretly discussing how to continue their story to deceive the special investigation team.

Fang Cheng suddenly remembered something and specifically instructed Xu Hao:

"Also, if they ask about your relationship with Cheng Jiashu, just insist that you don't know him."

"If you are really pressed for answers, just say that you feel a vague sense of familiarity with him, but you can't remember who it is."

Xu Hao was still a little confused and didn't quite understand the deeper meaning behind Fang Cheng's actions.

But he nodded vigorously, making sure he remembered every word Fang Cheng said.

"I understand, Cheng-ge!"

After saying this, Fang Cheng said no more and gave the following instructions:

"Alright, go and prepare some food for me."

Xu Hao readily agreed, patting his chest and saying:
"Don't worry, Brother Cheng, just tell me what you'd like to eat, this meal is on me!"

Fang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then ordered his food:
"Hmm... then let's start with twenty beef buns, twenty egg pancakes, and five 1-liter bottles of pure milk."

"That's all for now, just enough to tide us over."

"puff--"

Xu Hao almost spat out a mouthful of blood; his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a whole clay pot.

Twenty steamed buns? Twenty egg pancakes? And five liters of milk?
Is this what you call "just this little bit"? Is this what you call "just enough to get by"?
Looking at Fang Cheng's lean yet not overly burly physique, he thought to himself, "You're not that fat."

I simply can't imagine how so much food could possibly be stuffed into my stomach.

Could it be that your stomach has a built-in compression function?
Despite his inner grumbling, he quickly nodded and bowed in agreement, then dashed downstairs to get things done.

After watching Xu Hao leave, the lounge returned to silence.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, twisted his neck, walked to the window again, and continued his unfinished morning exercise.

This time, he hooked his right middle finger onto the security grille and started a new set of pull-ups.

His movements remained precise and rhythmic, his muscles working together like a chain, like a tireless, precise machine.

The scenes from last night's operation were also replaying rapidly in my mind.

After dealing with Chen Rui and another level 7 cadre, Fang Cheng drove to his next target.

With sirens blaring and displaying their special investigation team officer credentials, they successfully evaded multiple police blockades along the way and arrived safely in Wenchuan District.

What happened afterward was even more swift and efficient.

Under the cover of the rainy night, Fang Cheng launched a surprise attack on a Noah organization stronghold hidden nearby, successfully hunting down another level 7 cadre and eliminating many of the Noah organization's underlings along the way.

Having killed so many people, he was covered in the strong smell of blood, making it inconvenient for him to go straight home, lest he cause his mother unnecessary worry and panic.

So, I thought of Xu Hao's "Midnight Forest" bar, so I came over and borrowed the VIP lounge on the second floor. I took a nice, long shower and then slept for a few hours.

As for the excuse given to his mother, it was quite simple.

For example, a colleague I was close to cried his heart out because of a breakup and even got drunk.

He needed to stay overnight to take care of his friend, lest he do something rash or something unexpected happen.

Mothers usually don't doubt such humane reasons.

As for the police car that was "requisitioned" from the patrol officers, after carefully cleaning up any fingerprints or traces that might be left behind, he casually parked it on a secluded roadside.

It's believed that the police will be able to find the vehicle itself using the built-in GPS system before long.

After completing 100 single-finger upward movements with his right hand, Fang Cheng's eyes remained calm as he switched to hooking the window frame with his left middle finger.

While continuing to exercise the muscles on the other side of his body, his thoughts did not stop; he continued to silently plan.

Last night's hunting plan went relatively smoothly and largely met expectations.

At the crime scene in the slaughterhouse, he deliberately left some of the "smiling devil's" signature marks.

These clues should be enough to stir up a new wave of turmoil within the Noah organization, making them even more convinced of their previous judgment.

They will completely confirm their suspicion that Cheng Jiashu is the real culprit, and they will continue down this wrong path to the bitter end.

Meanwhile, the special investigation team, through Xu Hao's intelligence about "White Owl," learned who Noah's organization's true target was.

They will also realize that this dangerous individual they once pursued is, on some level, a friend rather than an enemy, and will no longer relentlessly pursue him.

In this way, both the Noah Organization and the Special Investigation Team will shift their suspicions away from him, this "nobody".

The focus then shifted to Cheng Jiashu, a more vivid and conclusive "murderer" with more compelling evidence.

It can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Fang Cheng himself can then successfully extricate himself from the center of this escalating vortex.

Next, they might hide in the shadows, watching the fierce battle between them with a leisurely and detached attitude.

In subsequent operations, hunting targets under the name "White Owl" would become more convenient and covert.

As for Cheng Jiashu...

Let him quietly be a handsome man, and incidentally take the blame for being a "murderer".

But then again.

This guy was a genuine serial killer...

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

This hat, worn on his head, is quite fitting.

If Cheng Jiashu is smart enough, he might be able to take advantage of the misunderstanding caused by the information gap in the Special Investigation Team's identities and assume that he is the "White Owl" who is hostile to the Noah Organization.

This would allow them to gain some support from the special search team and work together to deal with the Noah organization.

That was a pleasant surprise.

Of course, completely destroying the Noah Organization's Eastern Capital branch and uprooting them is not Fang Cheng's current goal.

Because he knew very well that the Noah Organization was a behemoth with influence all over the world.

Its profound foundation cannot be shaken by the destruction of one or two branches.

Even if he could wipe out all the cadres of the Dongdu branch.

For a behemoth like Noah, it was merely a superficial injury, utterly incapable of causing any serious damage.

The Noah Organization would never easily give up on such an important international metropolis as Tokyo.

The removal of the old people also means that new people will soon fill the vacancies.

Among these newcomers, there must be some who are even more powerful.

They will come with the mission of thoroughly investigating the truth and eliminating the enemy, and will deploy more forces in Dongdu.

That would only bring more trouble and potential risks to yourself.

Therefore, the wisest course of action is to weaken the existing power of Noah's Eastern Capital branch as much as possible, and to create chaos within them from time to time, muddying up the already murky waters completely.

Let them be preoccupied with their own problems and keep them busy; this is the option that best serves our current interests.

After a moment's thought, I quickly went through the entire plan in my mind.

Fang Cheng then put these trivial matters aside for the time being and focused all his attention on the exercise in front of him.

With steady exertion of arm muscles, maintain the established rhythm to repeatedly raise and lower the suspended body.

When he reached the 600th single-finger upward movement, a sharp glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Goal achieved!

His feet landed lightly on the ground, and he raised his hands to move his knuckles and wrists, which had been under tremendous pressure.

The joints made a slight "crackling" sound.

However, it's not time to rest yet.

After adjusting his breathing slightly, Fang Cheng continued with the remaining training content.

Bend down, spread your hands apart, press your thumbs on the clean floor, and curl the rest of your fingers.

Take a deep breath, suddenly exert force in your waist, and lift both legs upwards.

His entire body immediately straightened, like a drawn bow ready to be released, and he stood upside down steadily.

Then, tighten your core, bend your arms, lower your elbows, and begin to slowly descend.

During this process, the weight of the entire body is concentrated on the fulcrum formed by the two thumbs.

These two thumbs, like steel nails driven into the floor, firmly support and control the massive body, preventing it from tipping over.

Fang Cheng's legs, which were hanging upside down in the air, swayed slightly.

Even with his current level of physical control, he still has to do his best to maintain this incredibly difficult balance that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Just as his forehead was about to hit the ground, a powerful force erupted from his shoulders and arms.

He suddenly pushed his body up abruptly, returning to the initial inverted position.

Practicing handstands with two fingers requires not only explosive power but also an almost superhuman sense of balance and coordination. Fang Cheng's gaze at this moment appeared exceptionally focused and resolute.

The muscles in the arms, shoulders, and back settle smoothly as the body descends, but when it pushes up, they release with the force of a spring after extreme compression.

He repeated the action in an inhuman manner, like a tireless machine.

The morning breeze blowing in through the window brushed against my sweaty skin, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The room was silent except for the steady breathing and the faint sounds of joints moving.

Tick ​​tock!

A bead of sweat slid down Fang Cheng's forehead, dripped onto the ground, and splashed into a tiny water droplet.

At the same time, a message appeared in front of me indicating that my skill experience had increased.

dong dong.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Boss, the food is here."

The door was pushed open a crack, and Xu Hao poked his head in, carrying several plastic bags with the breakfast shop's logo on them.

The next second, his movements and expression froze instantly.

He stared wide-eyed at Fang Cheng, who was doing a handstand using his two thumbs, his body rising and falling rhythmically with the movement.

Those bulging, well-defined muscles exuded unparalleled power in the morning light.

What made him even more uneasy was that Fang Cheng, while maintaining this posture, turned his head and looked at him with an extremely calm gaze.

"Just put it on the table."

Fang Cheng's voice came from below, his breathing steady, without the slightest hint of strain.

"Oh... ok, ok."

Xu Hao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed.

She quickly picked up the plastic bag full of breakfast and carefully placed it on the table, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He practically walked backward out of the room, then gently, very gently, closed the door again.

Leaning against the wall outside the door, Xu Hao finally let out a long breath, his heart still pounding in his chest.

monster!

These two words were the only adjectives he could think of at that moment.

If seeing Fang Cheng practice hundreds of pull-ups with a single finger was still within his imagination and acceptable, then so be it.

The inhuman scene he just witnessed completely shattered his worldview.

Even within the Noah organization, which is full of extraordinary individuals, those with such abnormal physical abilities are extremely rare.

Anyway, he had never seen it before.

However, after the initial shock, Xu Hao also felt a surge of pride and excitement.

After all, who wouldn't want to follow a powerful leader?
Inside the room, Fang Cheng remained unaffected and continued his training.

Until you use two fingers to complete the set goal of 500 handstand push-ups.

There was a "click" sound.

Fang Cheng bent down and stood up straight again, his legs firmly planted.

He exhaled a long breath of stale air, which was slightly hot.

At this moment, fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

Sweat dripped down his neck and back, trickling down the lines of his muscles.

My muscles, especially my fingers, felt like they had been repeatedly crushed, and they were incredibly sore and swollen.

But a stronger, more concentrated sense of power emerged forcefully from the depths of exhaustion.

Today's workout was enough.

Fang Cheng shook his hand, a thought flickering in his mind.

A pale blue screen that only he could see suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Handstand Push-up Experience +19]

[Handstand Support Lv2 (371/500)]

[Pull-up experience +15]

Pull-ups lv2 (424/500)

[Bridge carrying experience +4]

[Back Bridge Lv2 (312/500)]

Squat experience +3

Squat Lv3 (167/1000)

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in satisfaction.

Surprisingly, I gained more skills and experience from this informal morning exercise than I had expected.

Since it's someone else's place, it's not convenient to conduct comprehensive, high-intensity training, and there's no suitable professional training equipment.

To achieve this level of effect after just a few sets of this kind of exercise is already quite impressive.

Especially the skills of "pull-ups" and "handstand push-ups".

Focusing on training a single finger yields particularly significant progress.

Of course, this method is also quite tiring on the fingers.

Without the "Iron Fist" special effect to protect the finger bones and joints, it would be very difficult for a normal person to stick to it for a long time.

However, this type of exercise is indeed quite effective in strengthening finger strength.

Fang Cheng thought that he might consider unlocking skills like "Eagle Claw Kung Fu" or "Iron Finger Inch Kung Fu" in the future.

Talk about it.

In terms of fitness skills, I have now mastered eight exercises: push-ups, squats, leg raises, pull-ups, back bridges, handstand push-ups, running, and Qigong.

In terms of combat skills, he has mastered five types so far: boxing, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, and Tai Chi.

Indeed, it's been a long time since I've unlocked any new skills.

On the one hand, there is a limit to the number of skill slots that can be unlocked on the panel, and on the other hand, one's own time and energy are also limited.

We need to take a holistic approach and leave a few skill slots open for unforeseen circumstances.

On the other hand, the club only has a few training departments, and there are no new fighting techniques that are worth investing time in learning.

As for karate, its core techniques have long been dismantled, broken down, and integrated into skills such as boxing, Sanda, and Jiu-Jitsu.

The only truly unique techniques are perhaps the "hand chop" and the "hand piercing" techniques.

Its method of exerting force and its striking effect are quite unique.

Fang Cheng had already planned that once the remaining fitness and combat skills were upgraded, he could shift some of his main focus to other areas.

After all, once you reach the Grandmaster level, the improvement of skill experience becomes very slow.

It mainly relies on daily practice, accumulating experience day by day, and gradually improving; there's no way to rush it.

Seeking a breakthrough in a short period of time, as in the past, is not realistic.

At that time, my skill level will reach a plateau.

This frees up your hands to try out new areas, unlock new skills, and further enrich your offensive methods and survivability.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned his gaze back to the control panel.

The skills of "handstand push-up" and "pull-up" are very close to being upgraded.

Fang Cheng's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Once I successfully break through to level 3 in these two core skills, I will reach the master level."

"My physical abilities will surely be elevated to an even more terrifying level."

"Perhaps, I can break through the 60-point mark, surpass my limits once again, and enter a completely new realm?"

While thinking and doing relaxation exercises, Fang Cheng strolled to the window and gazed into the distance.

The torrential rain that had been falling all night has stopped.

The clouds in the sky were still thick, but a gap had been torn in the edge of the clouds, allowing a few rays of sunlight to fall through.

The city's outline appeared somewhat blurred in the misty air, and the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the streets gradually increased, converging into a continuous flow of traffic and crowds.

Looking at the scene after the rain, Fang Cheng's emotions seemed to surge, and a sense of confidence that he was not afraid of any strong enemy challenged filled his chest.

(End of this chapter)