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Chapter 535 The strong are destined to be lonely; only self-discipline can lead to the top (12)

"Clap."

Fang Cheng strode into the kitchen and reached out to turn off the gas.

As the flames died down, the boiling sound from the stainless steel soup pot did not immediately cease.

He wasn't afraid of getting burned at all and simply lifted the lid off the pot.

wow——

The pent-up steam exploded instantly, turning into a thick cloud of white mist that rushed towards us.

Fang Cheng didn't even blink, taking a deep, blissful breath.

The mist quickly dissipated, revealing the murky soup bubbling inside the bucket.

The nearly 10-liter deep soup pot was filled with seven or eight thick beef bones.

Several large pieces of dark red beef shank were bobbing in the milky white broth, emitting a mouthwatering aroma.

Fang Cheng didn't go to get the bowls and chopsticks; that would be too slow.

He reached out his hand, his five fingers like iron hooks probing into the boiling soup, and grabbed a cow hind leg bone as thick as a child's arm.

With a "whoosh," it was lifted up.

The soup, fresh from the pot, was nearly 100 degrees Celsius hot, and it was poured onto my hands.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be burned and their skin would peel off on the spot.

But Fang Cheng felt no pain at all; his hand, which had been tempered and refined over countless times, did not even show a trace of redness.

He opened his mouth and bit down hard.

"Crack!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed in the cramped kitchen.

That hard cow leg bone was as fragile as a crispy egg roll in front of Fang Cheng's teeth, which were strong enough to crush metal and stone.

The sharp canines pierced through the bone wall in an instant, and a tremendous biting force was then unleashed.

Without even removing the meat, Fang Cheng chewed it up along with the bones.

"Kabeng, kabeng..."

As the mouth chews, the hard bone fragments crack between the teeth, making a sound similar to rocks shattering.

Like a ravenous beast, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the paste-like substance mixed with bone marrow, fascia, and bone fragments.

This soup was only simmered for an hour and a half, which is clearly far from enough for beef bones.

The bone marrow inside the bones is still in a semi-solid, gelatinous state and has not completely dissolved into the soup.

But Fang Cheng was already starving and couldn't wait any longer; it wasn't a problem for him anyway.

He raised his head, looked at the broken bone fragments, and took a slight breath.

"Zi Liu——"

A stream of hot, oily, semi-liquid bone marrow with a strong, fishy aroma slid down my throat.

"Gululu..."

At the same time, a dull echo came from deep within the abdominal cavity.

It was as if a high-powered engine had been injected with fuel and started up with a roar.

The powerful stomach muscles begin to twitch violently, secreting highly corrosive digestive juices that rapidly break down these dense foods.

From a nutritional perspective, bone marrow is not just fat, but also the core tissue for hematopoiesis and immunity.

It is rich in phospholipids, phosphoproteins, and various rare trace elements.

Collagen is a key ingredient in promoting bone growth and repairing minor damage to the body.

In Fang Cheng's understanding, all of this can be summed up in four words—life energy.

Whether it's high-intensity physical exercise or the self-healing of cells after an injury, both essentially consume life energy.

This energy doesn't come from nothing; the simplest way to obtain it is through a high-calorie diet.

Of course, there are also various special cultivation techniques in this world that can directly plunder the original energy from heaven and earth to replenish oneself more efficiently.

Just like the martial arts qigong that Fang Cheng cultivates.

"Crack!"

Another beef bone was bitten off, and juices splattered everywhere.

Fang Cheng chewed hard, his cheeks puffing out with firm lines.

He ate at an alarming speed, his eyes focused and fervent, as if he wanted to stuff the entire bucket of beef bone soup into his stomach.

There's no way around it; my body has been taking a huge toll lately.

They have to undergo high-intensity training every day, constantly pushing their physical limits, with very little rest time.

In addition, the fierce battle with Oni-scythe that night, although it was exhilarating and his skills and experience increased dramatically, left him physically exhausted.

In particular, in order to withstand the "Infinite Explosion Domain", Fang Cheng fully activated the True Fire of the Sun to create a similar aura to counter it.

That burst of energy in just one second evaporated nearly a quarter of the true qi reserves in the dantian.

Afterwards, Fang Cheng promptly absorbed the radiation energy from the ancient remains to replenish his depleted true qi.

However, in order to conserve those precious "ancient batteries", he did not choose to replenish his true energy all at once, but left a small gap.

Fang Cheng slowed down his chewing speed slightly, feeling the warmth coming from his stomach, and silently made plans in his mind.

The stock stored in the underwater cave on Yong'an Island is actually not much.

At the current rate of consumption, if we don't find a way to increase revenue, our meager savings will eventually be depleted.

The next time we go to the trench to collect ancient remains will have to wait until the end of the year when the ocean currents change dramatically and the earth's veins surge.

During this period, if one encounters several more formidable enemies like Ghost Scythe, or even more powerful and troublesome opponents, one will be forced to reveal one's trump cards and exhaust one's true energy.

Therefore, the issues of subsequent resupply and recovery of combat strength will become very difficult.

Therefore, we must plan ahead, save where we can, and use our limited resources wisely.

Fang Cheng swallowed the last piece of beef, took a tissue, and wiped the grease off his hands.

Moreover, with his current extraordinary physique of 80 points, his body is like a super converter. Even without deliberately practicing Qigong, the efficiency of converting life energy through instinctive breathing and eating is hundreds of times that of ordinary people.

The small gap in the dantian can be automatically filled in at most half a month by eating, drinking and excreting in a regular manner, with the help of breathing techniques.

This bio-energy charging method is a bit slow, but it is renewable and inexpensive.

"Gudu——"

Fang Cheng picked up the stainless steel bucket, tilted his head back, and drank the remaining broth along with the meat scraps at the bottom in one gulp.

He finished off a full 10 liters of food, enough for a family of seven, in just over ten minutes.

At this moment, it felt like there was a furnace burning inside my stomach.

That's the powerful digestive system operating at full capacity, rapidly converting food into a pure stream of heat, which is then delivered to every part of the body.

This feeling of fullness and satisfaction is truly intoxicating.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the empty bucket into the sink, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Then, he picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth clean, turned around, walked out of the kitchen, and strolled to the center of the living room.

At this moment, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window appeared as a cold, bluish-gray.

Looking out, the distant coastline was tinged with the pale light of dawn.

A fishing boat, which had risen early, could be faintly seen on the sea, slowly sailing away from the port.

The sky was beginning to brighten.

Fang Cheng, barefoot, casually twisted his neck a few times in the living room, making a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

Then he stretched out his arms and did two chest-expanding movements, his back muscles undulating like a drawn bow.

Having eaten and drunk my fill, my body is now in peak condition.

Next up is the main event of the day.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his gaze fixed on the gleaming horizontal bar under the ceiling beam.

He walked to the horizontal bar, took a deep breath, and the air swirled in his chest.

Then bend your knees slightly and tighten your thigh muscles.

Then, he leaped up like a nimble ape.

"Snapped."

Both hands gripped the horizontal bar firmly, their knuckles locking it tightly like iron clamps.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and the nonchalance in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a steadfast determination like a rock.

"Let's get back to training!"

With a slight thought, the special "training mode" was instantly activated.

Fang Cheng did not rush to pull himself up. Instead, he tightened his core muscles and controlled the rhythm as he slowly began to pull himself up.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Squeak-"

A terrifying sound, audible only to him, exploded within his body.

That wasn't the friction of bones, but the groaning of high-density muscle fibers twisting and squeezing together under the pressure of several tons of internal force.

It's as if an invisible hand is holding rough sandpaper, relentlessly grinding down every nerve and muscle fiber in his body.

Fang Cheng remained expressionless, silently enduring the pressure that seemed to crush his body, and completed the movements at a steady pace.

Lower your chin over the bar, pause briefly, and then lower it again in the same slow three-second motion.

The large bucket of beef bone marrow soup I just drank is finally putting its purpose to good use.

My stomach felt like a blast furnace, pumping out scalding hot fluid continuously.

Then it flows through the blood vessels into the limbs and bones to combat the crazy consumption of physical energy.

One, two, three...

Ten, twenty, thirty...

Sweat began to trickle down Fang Cheng's temples, but before it could drip onto the floor, it was evaporated by the astonishing heat of his body, turning into wisps of white steam that swirled around his shoulders.

Although there is a base of 80 points in physique, this kind of pull-up in the "power-accumulation state" is essentially a form of physical torture.

The feeling was like countless dull knives cutting back and forth on my body.

The internal pressure of up to six tons creates a tearing sensation akin to being slowly sliced ​​apart, which intensifies with each stretching motion.

No matter how much you get used to it, it's still so clear it sends chills down your spine.

But Fang Cheng also enjoyed it very much.

Because this pain is so real, it means that weakness is being stripped away and steel is being forged.

In today's world, chaos has arisen, and under the seemingly calm city, undercurrents are surging.

Whether it was the Noah Organization or the colossal entity "Utopia" hidden in the shadows, they were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads.

Only by possessing absolute and overwhelming force can one have the confidence to withstand the storm.

The dimly lit living room has been transformed into a cold and hard fighting gym.

Beneath that suspended horizontal bar, a muscular, bare-chested figure with perfectly sculpted lines was tirelessly rising and falling.

With each pull, the back muscles unfold like bat wings, exuding an explosive and beautiful power.

At this moment, the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows has not yet fully awakened.

The apartment building across the street was still shrouded in darkness, with only a few lights flickering faintly.

The world was a vast, desolate expanse.

On the distant coastal viaduct, a few car lights occasionally streaked by, appearing particularly lonely in the bleak pre-dawn mist.

But the true path to strength is often forged quietly in this unnoticed silence and repetition.

　There will be an extra chapter for New Year's Day, and another chapter will be updated later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)