Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 538 New Charged Ejection, Half-Step Flight
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the light blue sports floor inside the room in its entirety.

In the diffuse reflection of the strong light, the entire room seemed to be coated with a transparent, deep blue hue.

The boundary between the walls and the floor became blurred.

In a daze, it was as if a piece of the vast sky had been cut out and laid into this tiny room.

A lithe figure moved freely through this "artificial sky".

Fang Cheng, his playful spirit ignited, jumped and ran around the spacious living room like a child who had received a new toy.

Sometimes he would grab onto the steel beam under the ceiling with one hand and swing and leap in the air like a pendulum.

Sometimes it uses all four limbs, relying on that abnormal friction to move at high speed along the vertical wall.

He was like a bird that had broken free from the shackles of gravity, needing no ground to support his body.

With fingertips lightly pressing against the ceiling, the body stretches out perfectly, and the whole person is like a horizontal bar, lightly gliding through the air.

Then, with a twist of his waist and abdomen, his body was firmly attached to the vertical wall.

Without any pause, she immediately performed a nimble backflip, flying upside down towards the large floor-to-ceiling window.

"Wave."

A very faint sound of contact.

Fang Cheng spread his arms and legs, and the nano-bristles that evolved in his palms instantly locked onto the glass surface like hooks.

He remained firmly attached to the center of the transparent glass of the floor-to-ceiling window in the classic "Spider-Man" crouching posture.

Looking out from this upside-down perspective, the world outside the window presents a unique sense of grandeur.

Below is a high-end residential garden shaded by green trees, with winding paths appearing and disappearing among the bushes.

As your gaze extends outwards, you'll see the bustling coastal highway, with a constant stream of vehicles resembling moving, colorful beetles.

Further away, across the shimmering bay, lies a densely packed urban business district.

Countless skyscrapers rise from the ground, their glass curtain walls reflecting a dazzling white light in the sunlight, resembling a forest forged from steel.

Looking back a year ago, these towering buildings, seemingly unattainable, were merely a backdrop for Fang Cheng, an insurmountable obstacle.

But at this moment, looking at the smooth, mirror-like exterior of the building, what welled up in his heart was no longer awe, but a strong desire to conquer.

If he wanted, he could now break the logic of ordinary people's walking, just like those superheroes, and treat those vertical walls as wide avenues.

No longer restricted by support points as before, they can freely traverse the airspace above that steel jungle.

This sense of freedom—the ability to control space and disregard terrain—is simply captivating.

For a fleeting moment, Fang Cheng really wanted to push open the window and jump out to experience the thrill of scaling walls and rooftops a hundred meters in the air.

"call……"

Fang Cheng only stopped playing around when the muscles in his hands, which had been holding the device in place, started to feel a slight ache.

It's daytime now, after all. If he really jumped out so blatantly, he'd probably be on the front page of the East Metropolis News the next day as a "human monster."

With that thought in mind, he released his grip and feet, and his upside-down body quickly flipped in the air before landing lightly and silently.

"Clap."

With his feet firmly planted on the rubber floor, Fang Cheng let out a long breath and refocused his attention on the light screen that had appeared in front of him.

Besides the change in [Absolute Control], another change in skill effects is equally noteworthy.

Fang Cheng's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at the latest annotation for [Charged Launch]:
When performing exercises similar to pull-ups, you can maintain a state of energy storage for 1 to 6 seconds. Your unique physiological structure gives your core back muscles an energy storage capacity that exceeds physiological limits; the longer the storage time, the more energy is stored.

[In training mode, you can choose not to release this potential energy, and instead withstand terrifying internal pressure equivalent to ten to sixty times your own body weight in static resistance. At the same time, you can deeply train the deep muscles and fascia of your shoulders and back with several times the efficiency of normal training.]

[In combat mode, you can choose to unleash this accumulated potential energy to a critical point, thereby increasing the explosive power of your core back muscles by 100% to 600%, launching yourself forward like a cannonball. The longer the pre-cast animation, the greater the explosive power, and at the same time, unusual phenomena will occur in the relevant muscle groups.]

"Sixty times the internal pressure... six hundred percent of the explosive power..."

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

If "Absolute Control" grants him grip on the ground regardless of terrain, then "Charged Launch" is like equipping him with a high-powered engine.

Only when the two are combined can it be truly complete.

While the charged launcher could still unleash its power in the past, it was limited by grip strength, so people often didn't dare to use it at full strength.

Otherwise, the fulcrum will collapse first, or the fingers will slip off first.

But it's different now.

With 3000% friction and 200% grip strength, he can practically "pin" himself to any object.

Then, without any hesitation, he activated the six-second charge-up and unleashed an astonishing 600% burst of power.

That instantaneous acceleration would probably make him like a missile launched from a gun, instantly traversing a distance of thousands of meters and giving the enemy a "surprise" from the sky.

Perhaps it could be called "half-step flight".

"Gululu——"

Just as Fang Cheng was immersed in his wonderful imagination of the future battle, an untimely rumbling sound rang out.

A wave of intense hunger washed over him, instantly pulling him back to reality.

Fang Cheng rubbed his shrunken belly and shook his head with a wry smile.

I've already exhausted a lot of my energy trying to break through my pull-up skill in one go.

Furthermore, this whole ordeal of experimenting with the new abilities has multiplied the energy expenditure.

The food we ate earlier has long since been burned to ashes as fuel.

He casually picked up the phone that was lying next to him and turned on the screen.

"It's almost nine o'clock..."

Looking at the time displayed on the screen, Fang Cheng muttered to himself.

Before we knew it, this morning exercise, which started at around 3 a.m., had lasted for nearly six hours.

Today's training volume can be described as severely excessive, especially since I just broke through LV4 and my body is in a rebuilding period after being extremely depleted. It is indeed not advisable to continue pushing myself further.

The key to effective exercise lies in perseverance, not in rushing it.

If it weren't for the recent tense situation, and the need to prepare for a potential crisis, I wouldn't have had to spend these past few days in seclusion practicing intensively.

"Now that we've broken through, it's time to get some fresh air."

Fang Cheng put down his phone and started planning his day.

I've accumulated quite a few things during these days of seclusion.

First, I need to go to the club; it's been a long time since I clocked in for work.

Although he doesn't care about that little bit of salary now, he still needs a legitimate "office worker" identity as a cover in this society.

I can't really become an unemployed bum, can I?
Furthermore, as the president of the Illuminati, he cannot simply shirk his responsibilities.

The construction of the two bases has recently encountered some problems. Whether it is personnel arrangements or fund allocation, he, as the backbone, needs to make decisions and solve them.

But until then...

Fang Cheng sniffed the pungent smell of sweat and grease on his body and frowned in disgust.

He needed to take a shower first, then fill his stomach. Having made up his mind, Fang Cheng turned and headed towards the bathroom.

Soon, with the sound of rushing water, steam began to rise and spread behind the frosted glass door.

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The afternoon sun slanted in through the windshield and shone on the black leather steering wheel.

Fang Cheng gripped the steering wheel with one hand, maneuvering the cleaned Land Rover SUV as it merged into the long, winding traffic on the main road of Jiangdong District.

Soft jazz music filled the carriage, and the cool air from the air conditioner dispelled the heat of late spring and early summer.

This morning was quite fulfilling.

After his morning exercise, he took a nice, relaxing shower in his apartment, then pan-fried five pounds of M9 grade Wagyu ribeye steak, treating himself to a delicious meal.

The satisfying sensation of the meat juices bursting in my mouth still seems to linger on my taste buds.

After eating and drinking his fill, he drove straight to the "Global Elite Club" in Jiangdong.

Because a long-time client, Brother Jie, booked a training session.

This guy recently made it to the finals of the National Free Fighting Championship and is looking for high-level sparring partners everywhere.

I had called him several times before, constantly asking about his well-being and what he had been busy with lately, and why he was never coming to work.

Fang Cheng couldn't really refuse, and since he was finishing his cultivation today, he reluctantly agreed.

He had just finished his sparring session and left the club half an hour earlier.

Counting the days, since returning from Tiannan Province at the beginning of the month and reporting for duty for one day, plus today, I've only worked two days in total.

They're basically in a relaxed, retirement-like state, just coasting along.

However, this cannot be blamed on his lack of enthusiasm for work or his passive resistance to work.

Fang Cheng looked at the countdown timer on the traffic light ahead and shook his head helplessly.

The truth is, the fighting level of these professional athletes in the club is too low.

As ordinary people, they can no longer keep up with their own pace.

Just like the so-called high-intensity confrontation with Brother Jie, after a whole class, I only gained a mere 1 point of experience.

What used to seem like a sharp, professional-level offensive now appears to Fang Cheng as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park.

As he progressed through a higher level of life, what ordinary people considered "high-level" situations lost their significance for him in terms of honing his skills.

Playing against these professional players is less effective than him doing a few pull-ups hanging from the ceiling at home.

If it's not for obtaining a normal work status, there's really no need to waste time on this.

But thinking about how well Chairman Shen has taken care of me, how I receive the highest salary in the entire club, and how he even specially hired me as his brand ambassador.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Fang Cheng felt a little guilty.

"Fine, I'll try to go once a week from now on, just consider it as going to help the poor."

Fang Cheng glanced at the time on the dashboard, then lightly pressed the accelerator and changed lanes to overtake.

Today's schedule is quite tight. Besides going to work at the club to make my presence felt, I have more important things to deal with this afternoon.

While he was having lunch at the company, he took the opportunity to call his mother to check on his family.

The nagging voice coming through the receiver was strong and clear, and there was nothing unusual about it, which reassured him somewhat.

In fact, according to the original plan, Fang Cheng intended to send several sentries to Wanghu Town to keep an eye on things.

He wanted to replicate the defensive model of the old factory street.

Just like how the sledgehammer and the monkey guarded the tenement building, a cordon was also set up around my maternal grandfather's house to closely monitor all unfamiliar faces that appeared in the vicinity of his residence.

Report any suspicious activity immediately to nip any potential threats to your family in the bud.

Unfortunately, the Illuminati was still in its early stages and lacked sufficient manpower.

Although with just a word from him, Xu Hao or Xiao Sa could immediately mobilize the Red Tiger Gang's underlings to help with their tasks.

But after much deliberation, Fang Cheng rejected the idea.

Those involved in organized crime often have a strong gangster-like demeanor, and their character and abilities vary greatly.

Sending them to protect ordinary people might cause some trouble.

"We still have to wait for the professor to come back..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the road conditions behind him through the rearview mirror.

He then sharply turned the steering wheel, skillfully overtook the car, and merged into the ramp leading to the suburbs.

Based on the estimate from our last phone call, the professor should be able to return from his business in another province within the next couple of days.

At that time, under the guise of a foreign trade company, we will recruit a group of clean-cut, disciplined veterans or martial artists.

The best long-term solution is to train the monkeys professionally and establish a formal security team.

As my thoughts wandered, the scenery outside the car window had quietly changed.

The once towering skyscrapers have gradually been left behind, and the bustling city scene has been replaced by vast farmlands and self-built houses.

The green belts on both sides of the road have become sparse and messy, and there are significantly more large trucks on the road.

Ahead lies the Dingqiao Industrial Park, located in the western suburbs of JB District.

This is a place with a strong sense of history.

Decades ago, this place was the heart of the manufacturing industry in Dongdu, with towering chimneys and roaring machines.

However, with changes in urban areas and soaring labor costs, low-end manufacturing continues to relocate.

This place is like a beach after the tide has receded, leaving only the mottled traces of time.

The Land Rover SUV turned a corner and drove onto a slightly bumpy cement road.

In the field of vision, large areas of semi-abandoned red brick factory buildings are scattered.

Much of the plaster has peeled off, revealing the steel bars and bricks underneath.

Although it looks dilapidated, it has gradually become a gathering place for various warehousing and logistics companies due to its low rent and convenient transportation.

Container trucks with license plates from all over the country can be seen parked on the roadside everywhere, and loading and unloading workers are busy in the dust with their shirts off.

Fang Cheng slowed down the car and looked through the window at the rows of buildings.

Soon, his gaze settled on a detached factory building not far ahead.

Against the backdrop of a dusty and rusty industrial environment, a bright and beautiful figure stands out.

She was a tall woman wearing high heels.

She stood beside the open iron gate, letting the afternoon breeze tousle her soft hair.

A well-tailored dark suit skirt perfectly accentuated her already mature and graceful figure.

Even from a distance, Fang Cheng could feel the intellect and charm that emanated from her very being.

She was Lin Chuqiao, who was waiting for her there.

(End of this chapter)