Start with push-ups to gain experience

Time flows like water, the sun rises and sets.

Three more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the light blue sports floor, a warm golden carpet of light was spread out by the sunlight.

A muscular, bare-chested figure moved about in the living room, which had been transformed into a fighting training ground.

"Snapped!"

Fang Cheng pushed off the ground with both feet, his body soaring into the air, completing a standard backflip.

Before even landing, he suddenly exerted force from his core, forcefully shifting his center of gravity and executing a stylish side handspring while supporting himself with one hand on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground as if he had lost all his bones, and the moment his back hit the ground, his arms slammed against the ground.

This was not a mistake, but a crucial "falling recovery" technique in Jiu-Jitsu.

Use the reaction force from slapping the ground with your arms to absorb the impact of a fall and protect your spine and internal organs.

next second.

Fang Cheng arched his back like a shrimp, pushed off the ground with his feet, and quickly moved his hips backward.
This is the core move for escaping in ground combat: the "Shrimp Walk".

Immediately afterwards, with a somersault, he leaped into the air once more.

Front flip, side flip, spin...

He performed a series of somersaults, like a spinning windmill, creating gusts of wind.

Every muscle contracts and relaxes precisely during intense exercise, demonstrating amazing flexibility and explosive power.

Sweat sprayed out as the body spun.

The impact of the feet hitting the sports floor was completely absorbed by the thick rubber cushioning pad, and no noise was generated.

A full hour.

Fang Cheng didn't stop, repeatedly practicing his body landing, tumbling techniques, and continuous somersault combinations.

"call--"

Finally, he stopped moving and casually grabbed a towel hanging on the horizontal bar to wipe his sweat.

As you adjust your breathing, your thoughts subtly shift.

A pale blue screen slowly appeared before my eyes.

[Jiu-Jitsu Experience +3]

【Jiu-Jitsu Lv2 (429/500)】

Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly.

After an hour of continuous high-intensity training, I only gained a mere 3 experience points.

Indeed, combat skills are different from fitness skills.

Especially Jiu-Jitsu, a special style of combat.

It emphasizes the confrontation between people, the control and counter-control of power, and the psychological and skillful game in actual combat.

Just like playing chess, no matter how much one studies chess manuals, it can't compare to the profound experience of playing a game against a master.

Without a sparring partner, it's impossible to simulate an opponent's struggles, resistance, and shifts in center of gravity.

Simply practicing the basics can only hone body coordination and muscle memory, and the efficiency of gaining experience is naturally pitifully low.

I wish we could have a real battle.

The more beatings and punches someone gets, the more experience they gain.

Fang Cheng walked to the window and opened the ventilation window on the left.

A cool morning breeze swept into the room, dispelling the smell of sweat.

In the central green space of the residential area downstairs, a group of retired elderly people are practicing Tai Chi.

On the distant beach, a few figures moved slowly along the coastline, seemingly jogging for exercise.

These past few days, Fang Cheng's life has been more monotonous and burdensome than that of an ascetic.

In order to focus on training without any worries, he made a special call to his uncle and asked him to find a reason to bring his mother back to Wanghu Town to stay for a while.

The excuse was readily available: Grandpa hadn't had a good appetite lately and missed his daughter's cooking, so he needed someone to go back and take care of him.

My mother is a filial daughter. Upon hearing this, she packed her bags and went over without saying a word.

Without the worries of his family, Fang Cheng completely cut off all external interference.

He locked himself in this "cage" made of steel and cement and began a near-mad retreat for self-cultivation.

Apart from eating, taking necessary breaks, and going out to purchase supplies, he devoted all his time to endless training.

Faced with the colossal concept of his "ideal world," a sense of urgency lashed at his nerves like an invisible whip.

It forced him to constantly squeeze every last bit of potential from this body.

He was forced to take a big step forward every day on the path to becoming stronger.

As his thoughts raced, Fang Cheng summoned the control panel again, his gaze sweeping over the rows of skill bars.

Aside from life skills, most combat and fitness skills have reached the high level of LV3, requiring thousands of experience points to upgrade.

Without special circumstances, it would take at least several months of painstaking effort to advance these skills to the next level.

All I can do now is remain patient and, through daily training, accumulate small steps to reach great distances.

"but……"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, lingering on the progress bars of several skills.

"Jiu-Jitsu" and "Muay Thai" are less than 100 experience points away from upgrading, so they have a good chance of achieving a breakthrough in the short term.

What he was most looking forward to was the skill that seemed the most difficult but was actually the one he improved the fastest.

Pull-ups.

In the past few days, Fang Cheng has devoted almost all his energy to these three key projects.

Every morning without fail, I go to the beach for an hour of cross-country running.

Back home, I habitually go through the five skills from the "Six Arts of a Prisoner" again.

Push-ups, squats, leg raises, back bridges, handstand push-ups.

These are just warm-up exercises to wake up all the muscles in your body.

Finally, the real highlight begins.

Turn on [Training Mode] and perform a standard pull-up while in a charged-up state.

Each pull-up should be kept to around three seconds.

This allows the terrifying internal pressure, equivalent to six tons, to deeply grind every inch of muscle and bone, maintaining the highest efficiency of the workout.

His training plan was nothing short of inhuman:
You need to complete 10 sets throughout the day, with 100 repetitions per set, for a total of 1000 repetitions.

This means that he has to endure thousands of tons of pressure accumulating in his body every day!

This level of intensity is beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

Even "enhanced" individuals who have undergone physical modifications would likely experience muscle dissolution or even internal organ rupture within a day of training.

Even with Fang Cheng's physique of 80 points, it would be impossible for him to complete the training in one go.

He could only spread these 1000 training sessions across different times of the day.

After completing a set of pull-ups, you must take a mandatory one-hour rest.

During this one-hour "rest" break, he didn't idle around; instead, he interspersed his practice with Jiu-Jitsu techniques and Muay Thai kicks and knee strikes.

This arrangement not only advances the progress of these two combat skills, but also avoids excessive strain caused by a single movement by alternating the use of different muscle groups.

Fang Cheng worked tirelessly day and night, almost 24 hours a day in training.

When hungry, they would swallow large mouthfuls of beef and high-energy liquid foods.

When you get tired, sit cross-legged and practice Qigong to regulate your internal energy.

Such grueling training intensity naturally comes at a huge cost.

Over several days, the fatigue deep within the muscles continued to accumulate.

Every morning when I wake up, the aches and pains all over my body are a little worse than the day before.

After all, the law of conservation of energy is an ironclad rule, and Fang Cheng is not a perpetual motion machine.

The super-strong recovery ability doesn't come from nowhere; it comes from the conversion of a massive amount of food intake.

In the past few days, the stock in that large freezer has visibly decreased, and I have to restock it almost every day.

Although the body is exhausted, the muscles are constantly on the verge of soreness and rebuilding.

But whenever Fang Cheng saw the rapidly increasing experience points on the panel, he was filled with an indescribable sense of excitement.

Especially pull-ups.

With the help of the [Training Mode], the experience bar skyrockets. Basically, you can gain nearly 20 experience points for every 100 repetitions of the charged training.

With ten sets a day, theoretically that's an astonishing 200 points.

Of course, as the body gradually adapts to this intensity, the efficiency will decrease in the later stages, stabilizing at around 150 to 160 points per day.

Even so, this is still an astonishing speed.

Fang Cheng even considered risking injury to upgrade this skill in one go.

But reason stopped him.

Overtraining will only backfire; haste makes waste.

He glanced at the skill progress displayed on the panel.

Pull-ups lv3 (698/1000)

"almost……"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

If I persevere for a few more days, as long as my body can handle it, I will definitely be the first to break through to LV4 in this skill!

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked to the horizontal bar.

The short break is over.

The next training session begins.

Fang Cheng leaped lightly and grabbed the horizontal bar.

As the latissimus dorsi muscles suddenly contract, the arms exert force, and the body is pulled upwards.

An invisible internal pressure instantly filled his entire body, his muscles tensed like iron, and veins bulged out under his skin like raging dragons.

"1."

"2."

"3."

Fang Cheng counted in a low voice.

Just now, after doing three.

A sudden phone ring broke the silence in the room.

Fang Cheng paused, remaining suspended, and turned his head to look at the phone lying in the corner of the living room.

The screen lit up, casting a cold light on the floor.

Who would call at that moment?

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

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the French windows, spilling onto the dark gray velvet carpet.

This is a high-rise luxury apartment located in the heart of the city.

Soothing jazz music filled the room, and a faint lavender scent permeated the air, completely isolating the room from the noise of the outside world.

Lin Chuqiao, wearing a burgundy silk slip dress, walked barefoot into the open kitchen.

The silky fabric clung to her graceful figure, swaying gently as she moved, outlining her high, full breasts and slender waist.

She had just finished washing up and wasn't wearing any makeup, yet her skin was as white and translucent as cream.

A few strands of damp hair hung casually over her collarbone, exuding a natural and effortless charm.

She skillfully took a bag of coffee beans from the temperature-controlled cabinet and poured them into the grinder.

"Buzz-"

As the machine hummed softly, the rich aroma of coffee instantly filled the entire space.

While waiting for the coffee to brew, she placed two slices of whole wheat bread into the toaster, and then sliced ​​a few slices of avocado and cherry tomatoes, arranging them on a plate as exquisitely as a work of art.

These past few days have been busier and more fulfilling than ever before for Lin Chuqiao.

As the head steward of the Illuminati, countless trivial matters came rushing at her like snowflakes.

Although the property transfer procedures for the old building in Jinshui Fish Market were complicated, the Pan family's connections made things go smoothly.

The arrival of the renovation team, however, caused her a lot of trouble.

To ensure secrecy, she specially transferred a construction team from another region and signed a confidentiality agreement with them.

She personally oversaw the designer's revisions and finalizations of even the blueprints.

As for registering a trading company, that's an even more meticulous process.

She used a lot of personal connections to not only manage the complex VIE structure, but also to open up several key import and export channels in a very short time, ensuring that the shell looked impeccable.

With many things weighing on her mind, Lin Chuqiao simply asked for leave from school and devoted herself to the preparations for the Illuminati.

The cash flow on the books dwindled rapidly, almost to nothing in the blink of an eye.

To spare Fang Cheng the worry of funding, she secretly advanced a substantial sum as start-up capital, which she planned to use to purchase a complete set of top-of-the-line security systems and servers.

Despite being busy, she didn't feel tired at all.

On the contrary, whenever she thought of the man's eyes as he stood on the terrace overlooking the harbor, she felt a surge of motivation.

Since he harbors such lofty ideals and is determined to become a beacon piercing through the darkness and illuminating the world.

So she was willing to be the one who silently added fuel to the fire, doing her best to help him build this lighthouse more solidly and make it shine even brighter.

"Ding."

The toaster beeps softly, and the bread slices bounce up, golden brown and crispy.

Lin Chuqiao carried breakfast to the wicker chair on the balcony, sat down, and took a sip of the fragrant black coffee.

Looking down at the city gradually awakening, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

After finishing breakfast and tidying up briefly, she pushed open the door to a north-facing room.

This is her private studio, her most secret territory.

The room was decorated in a very quiet and secluded style, with natural wood bookshelves on all four walls, filled with all kinds of books and picture albums.

A large walnut drawing table was placed by the window, with various sizes of brushes, paints, and several unfinished sketches scattered on it.

Next to a pile of professional painting tools, there were also several adorable ceramic kitten figurines.

It adds a touch of feminine softness and playfulness to this slightly solemn space.

Lin Chuqiao pulled out a chair, sat down, took a deep breath, and let her mind slowly settle down.

She took a thick sheet of sketch paper from the drawer and laid it on the table.

Then he picked up an extremely fine charcoal pencil and gently rubbed the barrel with his fingertips.

"call……"

With a barely audible exhale, she slowly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, a tremendous change had taken place in those once clear and beautiful eyes.

Countless dazzling stars seemed to be spinning and twinkling deep within his pupils.

His gaze was incredibly sharp, seemingly piercing through the walls of reality and looking into some indescribable dimension.

At the same time, the charcoal pencil in her hand began to move rapidly across the paper.

rustling --

At first, it was just messy lines, like a jumbled ball of yarn.

But as the pen tip moved, the lines seemed to come alive, quickly outlining specific contours.

Dilapidated streets, tangled wires on utility poles, and old-fashioned residential buildings of varying sizes...

Lin Chuqiao's expression became unusually focused, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her paintbrush did not stop for a moment.

A moment later, she switched to a red colored pencil and heavily painted on the tallest building in the center of the picture.

That's fire!
The raging flames, along with the billowing smoke from the explosion, almost engulfed the entire top floor of the tenement building.

At the edge of the image, several blurry figures are screaming and running.

Although the facial expressions are not clearly visible, the fear and despair are conveyed through the back of the paper.

Amidst the raging flames and smoke, two figures stood out clearly.

They were leaping down from the nine-story rooftop, one after the other, like two eagles battling the wind and rain.

The figure chasing closely behind was blurry, but the man in front, even as he fell, maintained his composure and calmness...

That upright back, that familiar silhouette.

It was none other than Fang Cheng! (End of Chapter)