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Splash—splash—

It was not yet five o'clock in the morning, and the early summer dawn had not yet completely faded away from the darkness.

The sea breeze, carrying warm moisture, whips up layers of white foam, lapping against the empty beach.

The receding tide washed over the seashell-strewn beach, leaving a damp, wet trail.

On the distant coastal highway, two blinding headlights occasionally flashed as heavy trucks sped past.

The dull rumble of tires rolling over the asphalt road drifted in intermittently.

The city skyline in the distance remained shrouded in darkness.

Only a few scattered lights flickered in the night, making this beach, far from the city, appear even more desolate.

On the dark sandy beach, a tall and upright figure was moving against the sea breeze, practicing air strikes.

He was shirtless, wearing only bright red athletic shorts, and his feet made rapid thumping sounds on the sand.

By the faint starlight, one could vaguely see his extremely robust body.

"boom!"

A powerful sweeping kick tore through the air and struck the imaginary opponent hard in the ribs.

As he exerted force, the muscles on the outside of his thighs instantly expanded, and the well-defined muscle fibers bulged on his body surface, like tightly twisted steel cables.

Without any pause or transition, he used the reaction force from the landing of his sweeping kick to suddenly twist his waist and hips.

The broad latissimus dorsi muscles suddenly contracted, instantly driving the arm, followed by a fierce spinning elbow strike that came crashing down from mid-air.

This is not over yet.

As the elbow strike landed, he smoothly changed his move, grabbing the back of the enemy's neck with both hands and pulling him down sharply.

At the same time, his right knee, like a heavy hammer, rose from the ground and soared into the air.

The quadriceps on the front of the thighs bulge out in the instant of takeoff, full of explosive power and beauty.

Jab, front kick, flying knee strike, horizontal elbow sweep, low kick interception...

His figure moved with the classic Muay Thai three-step stance, making his movements extremely sharp and fierce.

Every swing is filled with the ferocity of tearing apart prey, creating a sense of oppression that destroys the opponent.

If a world-class boxing champion were watching this match, he would be absolutely stunned.

The person before me has already demonstrated the full power of this fierce and deadly technique known as the "Eight-Armed Fist".

The figure moved with alternating steps on the soft sand, advancing and retreating with extremely precise footwork.

The roar of the waves crashing against the beach seemed to be a natural metronome.

Every punch he threw, every step he took, every sweeping kick he delivered was precisely timed to the beat of the drum.

boom!
With a sonic boom, another extremely destructive rear hand punch was unleashed.

The fierce force of the punch stirred up a sandstorm in front, pushing sand grains several meters away and leaving a fan-shaped area of ​​trace.

The figure stood still in the darkness, its eyes shining with an astonishing light, radiating a fierce and intimidating glint.

"call--"

Fang Cheng exhaled a long, warm breath.

He moved his shoulders slightly, tilted his head and twisted his cervical spine, making a few crisp cracking sounds from his bones.

He then crossed his hands, clenched his fists tightly, and gazed calmly at the dark sea.

Two days have passed since the Special Search Team's physical fitness test ended.

That morning, Fang Cheng returned to the East Capital City from the Western Hills in a troop transport vehicle.

After saying goodbye to Ma Donghe and Hou Peng at the distribution point, he carried the two large bags of rare beast meat he had brought back from another world and went straight to Haitian Garden, where he stuffed them all into the large freezer.

I had planned to rest well after the exams and stay here for a few more days to digest what I had learned from this trip to Xishan.

Before I could even settle in, my mom called.

His mother asked him why he hadn't come home yet after the exam, and whether something had happened.

Fang Cheng made up a random excuse, saying he planned to stay at a friend's house for the night.

But my mom wasn't buying it at all. She insisted that she had already bought the groceries and prepared a big feast to reward her precious son for successfully completing his exams.

On the other end of the phone, his grandfather and uncle also crowded around, asking him all sorts of questions and urging him to go back quickly.

Under the constant barrage of questions from his elders, Fang Cheng had no choice but to obediently return to Wanghu Town.

However, given that he had just personally passed through a spatial rift and gone to the other world, which was full of monsters.

Fang Cheng remained somewhat wary.

To prevent carrying any unknown alien virus that could infect family members.

Before going back, he stuffed the training uniform he had changed out of into the brazier and burned it completely.

Then, in the bathroom, he took a high-concentration disinfectant and scrubbed himself thoroughly from head to toe for more than half an hour.

In fact, with his current level of internal energy cultivation, as long as he fully circulates his true energy, the "true fire of the sun" emanating from his body is enough to incinerate any known virus.

But since it concerned his family's health, he preferred to be meticulous, thinking that being careful was always better than making a big mistake.

After spending a peaceful day with his family in Wanghu Town, Fang Cheng could no longer suppress the deep-seated desire for power within him.

He made up an excuse, telling his family that he had a lot of things to do.

Although I was confident of passing the special search team exam, I still had to return to the company before leaving to complete my last shift and hand over my work. I couldn't be absent without reason.

Upon hearing this, his mother and grandfather praised him for being calm and reasonable, and only then did they readily let him leave.

Back in his apartment in Tianhuayuan, Fang Cheng finally resumed his unwavering training routine, much like a hermit.

After stretching his body, he clenched his fists.

Silently feeling the blood and qi returning to normal within his body, he slightly bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity.

The Muay Thai shadowboxing just now was only part of the training plan.

Next comes Jiu-Jitsu training to hone body flexibility and core control.

A gentle sea breeze blew by, taking away some of the heat from my body.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, leaned forward, and fell forward as if he had lost all weight.

Just as his shoulder was about to touch the ground, he gently pushed off with his arm, curled up in the air, and completed an extremely smooth forward roll.

He then sprang up, using the momentum to leap into the air, and completed a graceful backflip in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a series of fluid somersaults unfolded on the beach.

Fang Cheng rolled or leaped into the air on the soft sand.

The joints and muscles seemed to have lost their physical limitations, exhibiting amazing flexibility.

The movements no longer possessed the domineering power they displayed during Muay Thai practice; instead, they exuded a silky smoothness, like flowing water.

The moment his toes touched the ground, he deliberately controlled the muscles in his legs to gradually dissipate the impact of the fall.

The two feet landed on the sand, leaving only two very shallow indentations.

This is a stark contrast to his posture when he was practicing Muay Thai earlier, where he seemed to want to stomp the ground to pieces.

On the dark beach, this tireless figure kept leaping and rolling.

As agile as a swimming fish, and as light as a seagull.

It seemed to blend into the world, with only the soft sound of its breath echoing in the sea breeze.

About half an hour later.

With a spin, Fang Cheng soared into the air, tracing a graceful arc before his feet touched the ground as lightly as falling leaves.

He straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and took a slight breath.

Ahead, the sea breeze seemed to pause for a moment.

A pale blue, semi-transparent screen slowly appeared on his retina, and several lines of clear data appeared: [Jiu-Jitsu Experience +3]

【Jiu-Jitsu Lv2 (485/500)】

[Muay Thai Experience +3]

Muay Thai Level 2 (474/500)

Fang Cheng looked at the prompts displayed on the panel, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his deep eyes.

During this morning exercise, he specifically spent more than an hour practicing his combat skills.

Although the experience points gained were far less than those from the life-or-death battle with Lu Tianming in Xishan, the advantage lay in the steady and methodical approach.

With consistent daily practice, breakthroughs and upgrades in these two combat skills are just around the corner.

Perhaps, you'll gain new attribute points in less than a week.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, put away the panel, slowly turned around, and looked at the vast sea.

At this moment, the somber darkness on the distant horizon was finally broken.

A faint, pale light appeared on the horizon.

As night gradually faded, the sea appeared incredibly vast, with undulating waves seemingly drawn by some immense force, continuously surging towards the shore.

A slightly salty sea breeze blew directly at him, ruffling the damp bangs on his forehead.

Looking at the magnificent natural scene before him and listening to the roar of the surging waves, Fang Cheng's blood couldn't help but flow faster.

An impulse to break free from some kind of constraint suddenly seized his heart.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and looked at his feet in the sand.

That night in Xishan, he chased Lu Tianming through the forest and finally succeeded in unlocking the flying skill.

However, because he was in a hurry to clear the battlefield and cover his tracks, and because there was always the possibility of special search teams appearing around, he never found a suitable opportunity to truly experience this miraculous ability.

Back in the city, the environment was still unsuitable.

In crowded places with towering buildings, it's even more impossible to act freely in public.

Now, it was still dark, and there was no one around.

Behind me lies a sleeping city, and before me stretches a vast, boundless ocean.

It seems there is no more perfect test flight site than this?

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the muscles in his body gradually tensed up.

The powerful internal energy surged like a river, rapidly circulating through his limbs and bones.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and a large amount of oxygen-rich blood was pumped into his thighs by his heart.

The bare toes dug firmly into the damp sand, compressing the sand layer until it was as hard as a rock.

The next second, he twisted his waist and hips, and his leg muscles suddenly exerted force.

boom!
A crater several meters in diameter was suddenly blasted open on the beach.

Before the sandstorm had even begun to fall, Fang Cheng's figure had already transformed into a blur, heading straight for the sea.

The speed broke the sound barrier the moment it started.

A visible white shockwave cloud exploded behind him, and the violent airflow carved two deep trenches into the beach.

Fang Cheng took a step that covered dozens of meters, his feet landing heavily on the undulating sea.

Snapped!
The body did not fall into the water.

Under high-speed impact, the soft seawater has no time to dissipate, and the surface tension increases exponentially in an instant, becoming as hard as cement.

The water surface only exploded into a cloud of white foam.

Using this powerful recoil, Fang Cheng began to shoot forward, skimming along the sea surface.

Compared to his previous practice of flying on the water in Yulong Lake, he now seems to have become lighter and more adaptable to the resistance brought by the wind.

With just a running start, he glided nearly two hundred meters across the sea.

"It works!"

Fang Cheng's lips curled up, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

As control over bodily functions becomes more precise, the feedback from escaping gravity becomes increasingly clear.

He was now less than half a meter above the sea, with waves rolling over him and white foam, and salty water splashing onto his calves from time to time.

Fang Cheng constantly adjusted his power generation method. When the flight energy was about to be exhausted, he would either step on the sea surface or stomp heavily on the air, as if he were running quickly on an invisible staircase.

At first, it was a bit stiff and awkward, but after a few breaths, it became smoother and more skillful.

He gradually mastered the rhythm that suited him best and also gained a deep understanding of the core of fluid mechanics.

How to build a continuous and stable lift by relying on physical strength.

But this is far from enough.

The wind resistance is too great, which consumes a large amount of initial kinetic energy, resulting in consistently low flight efficiency.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment and remembered the somersault moves he had practiced before.

Then hold your breath, slowly lean your body forward, and straighten your legs together.

He continued until his torso was parallel to the sea surface, and his arms stretched straight forward.

The aircraft, which was originally flying upright, instantly switched to a standard cruising attitude.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a flesh-and-blood missile skimming the sea.

The dense air rushing towards him smoothly sliced ​​through his well-defined pectoral and latissimus dorsi muscles.

The frontal air resistance is reduced to a minimum, while the air pressure difference flowing over the upper and lower body surfaces pushes the lift to its peak.

This is clearly no longer a simple stepping and taking off, but a true form of flight propulsion.

As Fang Cheng listened to the howling wind tearing through his ears, his body began to release dopamine at an alarming rate.

Without the aid of any external machinery, he forcefully crushed gravity with his own flesh and blood.

The thrill of trampling the laws of physics under his feet sent shivers of excitement through every cell in his body.

Fang Cheng sped along the sea surface, the waves rushing past beneath him.

The sea breeze ripped at my eardrums, and the roar of the waves was quickly left behind.

He slightly spread his arms, adjusted his body angle, and like a raptor skimming the sea, cut through the crest of the wave with the sea breeze.

Occasionally, a large wave would surge up, and he would hunch over and deftly dodge it, his movements as graceful as those of a bird with wings.

As he accelerated, he moved further and further away from the coastline.

500 meters, 1000 meters, 2000 meters...

Ahead, the tide pushed a dark wave more than two meters high towards us.

Fang Cheng neither slowed down to dodge nor attempted a direct collision.

He slightly raised his chin, his arms outstretched like wings to the sides, his broad chest facing the howling sea breeze.

The effects of fluid dynamics become apparent instantly.

The air rushing towards him was deflected upwards along the defined lines of his muscles.

The pressure difference between the upper and lower parts of the air is formed instantly, and a strong lift force is generated out of thin air.

Fang Cheng lightly rose two meters into the air, gliding past the crest of the wave.

Waves splashed, and a few drops of cool seawater hit his burning skin, instantly evaporating into a wisp of white mist.

This exhilarating feeling of gliding through the air completely ignited Fang Cheng's ambition.

No longer content with skimming the sea, he abruptly turned his gaze to the deep blue sky above. (End of Chapter)