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Chapter 379 The Voyeur, a Strong Man Who Only Loves to Exercise

The last vestiges of darkness before dawn enveloped Clearwater Bay.

At the horizon where the sky meets the sea, a sliver of dawn appears.

All around remained silent, save for the rhythmic and powerful sound of the rising tide, like the breathing of a sleeping beast.

thump!
A muffled thud broke the silence.

Fang Cheng, naked, crashed into the icy seawater like a red-hot iron.

The extreme temperature difference caused the pores all over the body to shrink instantly, and the scalding skin made a soft "sizzling" sound in the seawater.

The coolness seemed to penetrate through his skin and reach his very bones, making Fang Cheng feel so comfortable that he almost sighed out loud.

The extreme running just now almost pushed my body's potential to its limit, and my body temperature was frighteningly high.

If it weren't for mastering the "Breath of Flames" technique, which greatly enhances endurance and breathing efficiency in high-temperature environments, one would be in a different situation.

With only 50 points in physical attributes, he would probably only be able to run a few hundred meters before having to stop due to physiological overload.

Of course, if Fang Cheng were willing to expend the azure true energy in his dantian to dissipate heat and cool down, he might be able to last even longer.

But that would be using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

At this moment, the icy seawater is the best coolant.

Fang Cheng stretched out his limbs and plunged into the water.

With legs swinging powerfully like a fish tail, the body moved nimbly through the waves.

A moment later, he emerged from the water again, switching to a graceful freestyle stroke, his arms alternating as he plowed two white waves across the sea.

Waves surged in, washing over the sturdy back.

The pressure was just right, like a pair of hands massaging him, relieving every inch of his tense muscles.

After swimming several laps, Fang Cheng's body temperature quickly returned to normal.

The abnormal reddish-brown color on his skin, caused by running at high speed, gradually faded away.

Fang Cheng simply lay on his back on the water, letting his body rise and fall gently with the waves.

The sky above was a deep gray, with a few remaining stars still stubbornly twinkling.

The soft sound of water splashing in my ears.

At this moment, the vast ocean seemed to become a giant bathtub belonging solely to one person.

The whole world became incredibly peaceful.

This wonderful feeling reminded Fang Cheng of his days on Yong'an Island.

Back then, after each morning exercise, I would swim freely in the sea, enjoying the embrace of the water.

The talent of "breathing water" was fully unleashed in that environment.

The tide rose higher and higher.

Fang Cheng faced the tide, splashing through the water, and looked around.

A thick fog had risen from the sea surface at some unknown time.

The white fog, damp, cold, and sticky, was like an endless net spread out.

Looking back, the beach we came from had become a blurry gray line.

The outlines of the city buildings on the shore were also faintly visible in the mist, like a mirage.

Looking further out to the outer edge of Clearwater Bay, one sees an endless expanse of dark, inky ocean.

It seems to lead to the end of the world, carrying a sense of solitude and mystery far removed from the mundane world.

The seabed here is flat, so if you want to experience the deep-sea diving of Yong'an Island, you have to swim at least several kilometers further.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and plunged into the water again.

This time, it didn't surface immediately.

Underwater, enhanced vision actually provides a greater advantage.

Through the rippling seawater, you can clearly see the swaying seaweed, moving with the undercurrent.

Schools of small fish, covered in silver scales, glided nimbly past him.

They curiously observed the uninvited guest, yet dared not approach too closely.

All surrounding sounds were cut off by the seawater, and the whole world seemed to consist only of Fang Cheng and these silent marine creatures.

This tranquility is wondrous and pure, like stepping into a secluded dream.

Fang Cheng continued his stealth journey, swimming deeper and darker.

Just then, a strange feeling descended upon me without warning.

It is neither sound nor image, but rather like an ancient resonance originating from the deepest part of the ocean.

Deep and resonant, it ignores the barrier of the sea and echoes directly in the spiritual world.

This power was filled with majesty and mystery, as if it were the slumbering will of this ocean itself, casting a casual glance.

At the same time, the quietly burning spiritual fire in his mind suddenly leaped up, its light and flames surging.

Fang Cheng also suddenly came to his senses.

He then realized with a start that in that moment of distraction, his body had unconsciously swum forward a considerable distance.

Looking up, the light on the water's surface had become extremely faint.

A chill ran through him as he realized that the strange hallucinations he had experienced during his meditation practice had returned.

He immediately adjusted his posture, exerted force with his legs, and his body shot upwards like a swordfish.

Wow!

Fang Cheng broke through the water and wiped the seawater off his face.

Looking around, I found myself in a vast sea fog, far from the beach.

I estimate it's at least two or three kilometers, almost out of the Clearwater Bay area.

"Suddenly..."

Not far away, a fishing boat that had set out early to fish, its dim lights shining, sailed through the mist.

The fishermen on the boat did not seem to notice that there was another person in the sea.

Fang Cheng checked the direction and was about to turn around and swim back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an unusual flash of light.

On the cliff on the west side of Clearwater Bay, the long-abandoned white lighthouse still has a signal light lit on its top.

The light wasn't particularly strong, but it was extremely penetrating, and even the thick fog couldn't completely block it.

What's even stranger is that the lights flickered in a very regular pattern, alternating between long and short durations, sometimes on and sometimes off.

It's as if it's sending some kind of specific signal, or guiding ships that are lost in the sea fog.

Fang Cheng stopped what he was doing, treaded water in the water, squinted his eyes, and quietly observed.

A moment later, the light seemed to lock onto his location.

A beam of light pierced through the layers of mist and shot straight toward him, like a shimmering spot of light on the sea.

This is no longer piloting; it's more like summoning oneself, or rather, probing the situation on this side.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, and a faint red light quietly appeared deep in his pupils.

Eagle Eye Vision activated!
In an instant, his gaze seemed to materialize, possessing the power to penetrate all obstacles.

The thick fog, the gloomy sky, and the great distance all ceased to be problems at this moment.

The lighthouse was located three or four kilometers away from where he was.

Even so, he still managed to capture a blurry image of the view behind the window at the top of the tower.

It was a standing figure holding a large, powerful flashlight.

The light spread out, just enough to obscure the person's face.

However, thanks to his eagle-eye vision and exceptional insight, Fang Cheng was still able to make out some of the figure's shape and outline.

For some reason, it gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

"What is this guy trying to do? A peeping tom?"

Fang Cheng looked away in confusion and turned off Eagle Vision.

After a moment's thought, he ignored the still-flickering beam of light and turned to continue swimming toward the beach.

He quickly returned to the shallow water.

The seawater was only knee-deep as he walked step by step onto the beach, splashing water everywhere he went.

Looking back, the lighthouse's beam still shines persistently.

Although the other party seemed to be trying to lead him there, Fang Cheng had no intention of accepting the invitation.

He shook the water droplets off his head, forcibly suppressing a trace of curiosity in his heart, and thought to himself:
"Don't go."

Why waste time playing a guessing game with a cowardly guy?

It's better to go home earlier and do something more meaningful.

A pale blue screen appeared before his eyes at just the right moment.

[Back Bridge Lv2 (495/500)]

The skill progress bar on the panel is almost full.

After Fang Cheng went ashore, he did not choose to use qigong to dry the wet seawater on his body.

Instead, he simply grabbed a sports jacket from the beach and quickly put it on.

Then he put on his shoes, put on his watch, and simply turned and left.

I jogged along, leaving the still-shining lighthouse far behind.

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

On the west side of Qingshui Bay, atop a cliff.

A solitary white lighthouse stands in the morning mist, its walls mottled and bearing the marks of time.

Inside the tower at the top, a man in a black trench coat stood by the window.

He was holding a military-grade high-powered flashlight in his hand, rhythmically pressing the switch.

A pair of exceptionally bright and sharp eyes were fixed on the beach shrouded in thick fog.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly and turned off the flashlight.

He then picked up the high-powered binoculars hanging around his neck and looked in that direction again.

A figure wearing a blue tracksuit came into clear view.

At this moment, the other party had just walked out of the beach and was crossing the coastal road, seemingly on their way home.

"This guy... doesn't he have any curiosity at all?"

Cheng Jiashu put down his binoculars and muttered to himself, his tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

He got up especially early today, to roam this godforsaken place.

She was holding onto a certain expectation, wanting to further probe the man's background.

Two weeks ago, he was able to escape a disaster because of a mysterious anonymous note that reminded him that the Noah Organization had set a trap at the Dawn House.

Since then, Cheng Jiashu has been hiding in his apartment in Haitian Garden.

He bought that house last year, did some rough renovations, and has left it vacant ever since.

It's all to leave yourself a way out that no one knows about.

Even his most trusted agent, Sister Zhang, was completely unaware of this matter.

During the days of hiding, I was bored out of my mind.

Cheng Jiashu kept thinking about who the mysterious person who passed on information to him was.

After helping him, why did you stand him up, leaving him alone in this dilapidated lighthouse all night during a storm?
Until recently, I ran into Fang Cheng in the same building.

At that moment, Cheng Jiashu suddenly understood.

That mysterious person is most likely the same guy who also has a grudge against the Noah organization.

He may have learned the information by chance, guessed his own identity by chance, and then revealed it to him.

However, because he didn't want to expose himself, he chose this secretive method.

As for standing someone up...

Most likely, it's because he had previously played tricks on him, so he deliberately used the same methods to get revenge.

Having figured this out, Cheng Jiashu didn't bring it up himself.

Instead, they observed from the shadows, pondering how to break free from the current predicament.

His prolonged isolation from the world pushed his already unstable mental state to the brink of collapse.

He felt he was about to develop psychological problems from holding it in, but he was only suppressing his emotions for safety reasons.

Until the high-ranking officer of the special investigation team came to them and proposed cooperation to jointly deal with the Noah organization.

Cheng Jiashu agreed without hesitation.

When formulating the action plan, he naturally thought of Fang Cheng.

This man shares a similar background and experience with me.

If we can get him to join us, it will undoubtedly be a powerful asset.

But now...

Watching the figure in the blue tracksuit walk further and further away, Cheng Jiashu put away his binoculars, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Could it be... that the person who leaked the information to me wasn't Fang Cheng?"

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he shook his head and dismissed it.

wrong.

Cheng Jiashu trusted his own judgment.

There aren't that many coincidences in this world.

"Since you don't want to meet here..."

Cheng Jiashu's eyes flickered slightly, and a smile curved his lips.

"Then I'll take the initiative and come find you."

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

It was just past seven in the morning, and the sky outside the window was still overcast.

The thick fog had not completely dissipated, like a thin veil shrouding the buildings near and far.

The entire city was bathed in a blurry gray-white hue, appearing somewhat desolate and tranquil.

Inside this apartment in Haitian Garden, however, a bustling scene unfolded.

Fang Cheng was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with sweat from the extreme exercise.

He arched his body high using only his hands and feet as fulcrums.

Ten dark barbell plates were stacked on top of each other on a thick, specially made weight belt around his waist, jingling softly.

The total weight of 500 pounds was swaying constantly as he fell and stood up.

From the erector spinae to the gluteus maximus, and then to the hamstrings, the entire posterior chain muscle group is fully activated, taut like a fully stretched steel cable.

Every muscle fiber is clearly visible, outlining breathtaking lines.

The slender yet resilient waist and abdomen, along with the heavy iron blocks hanging from it, create a striking visual contrast.

"Uu——"

Fang Cheng's breathing was deep and long, with a unique rhythm that blended with the beating of his heart.

Practicing shadow boxing and extreme running on the beach in the early morning had already exhausted a huge amount of physical strength.

Back home, after a brief rest, he immediately threw himself into a new round of self-torturing physical training.

But at this moment, Fang Cheng's face showed no signs of fatigue; instead, it revealed an expression of extreme excitement.

He was completely immersed in this training of his core muscles, enjoying the thrill of muscle fibers tearing and rebuilding under extreme pressure.

The physical exhaustion did not bring any irritability; instead, it fostered an almost obsessive focus, shutting out all external distractions.

Fitness is a martial artist's ultimate control and meticulous sculpting of their own body.

A pale blue screen floated in view.

The skill progress bar above is slowly increasing as he completes hundreds of standard weighted back bridge movements.

[Bridge carrying experience +1]

[Bridge carrying experience +1]

[Bridge carrying experience +1]

………………

dong dong dong.

Just then, a sudden knock on the door broke the heated training atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)