Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 8 Skill Effect "Iron Fist"

Fang Cheng raised his head.

I saw the panel emitting a brighter light than before.

Two small arrow indicators appear on the right side of the "Boxing" skill bar.

The specific contents of the two strengthening directions are listed separately.

[Enhancement 6: points of free attribute reward]

[Enhancement 2: points of physical attribute bonus, skill special effect "Iron Fist"]

[Note: This special effect can make the palm bones and muscles twice as tough as the total physical attribute]

Strengthen selection.

Fang Cheng had encountered this situation before when he upgraded his "speed reading" skill.

At that time, in order to improve his learning efficiency as quickly as possible, he gave up 4 points of mental attribute enhancement.

Another direction of reinforcement was chosen.

1 point of mental attribute, and the skill effect of "rapid eye movement" that enhances reading memory by four times.

A similar choice is now emerging again.

But this time, both enhancement rewards are more generous than before, and both are very much in line with Fang Cheng’s current needs.

Select Enhancement 1.

Adding these 6 free attributes to strength and agility can instantly allow you to reach the physical fitness level of a professional boxer.

Select Enhancement 2.

Although it can only increase 2 points of physical fitness, the fist becomes as hard as iron, and the improvement in actual combat ability is self-evident.

What’s more important is that the skill special effects have growth potential.

10 points of Constitution can achieve the effect of 20 points of Constitution, and 20 points is the effect of 40 points.

By analogy, it is hard to imagine how terrifying these hands will become in the future.
Maybe, tearing a Gundam apart with bare hands is not a dream anymore!

One focuses on short-term improvement, while the other focuses more on long-term development.

After considering for a few seconds, Fang Cheng made a decision.

"Choose Enhancement 2!"

As he silently recited the mantra in his heart, the blood in his body seemed to boil and continuously flowed into his palms.

Fang Cheng felt his hands suddenly tighten.

The metacarpals, phalanges, and muscles attached to the joints seem to be compressed from the outside inwards by a strong force.

This intense pain only lasts for a moment and then disappears instantly.

The two small arrows on the panel also disappeared.

Fang Cheng lowered his head and stared at his hands.

In the sunlight, his fingers looked white and slender, with distinct joints.

There seems to be no visible signs of strengthening on the skin surface.

But the brutal power contained in it can be truly felt.

"I am now..."

Fang Cheng lowered his head and muttered to himself. He slowly clenched his hands, his knuckles cracking.

But he has a boxing champion-level fist...

At least in terms of hardness!

however--

The next second, a feeling of weakness came over me.

My stomach was growling and stomach acid was churning.

My body protested as if it had been hungry for several days.

Fang Cheng suddenly came to his senses.

After I turned on the "potential stimulation" function, I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of torturing my body.

I even forgot to eat breakfast!

I glanced at the alarm clock on the table and it showed 10:59.

It's almost noon.

I have been exercising for six hours since 5 a.m.

For ordinary people, this is simply a rhythm of seeking death.

"Fortunately, my current physique is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"

Looking at the physical fitness on the attribute bar increased to 11 points.

Fang Cheng kept a calm mind and walked into the bathroom calmly to get a towel to wipe his sweat.

9 points is about the average level for a healthy adult male.

10 points is probably the level of someone who exercises regularly and is an amateur fitness enthusiast.

These are calculated by Fang Cheng based on comparing his own situation with others.

As for 11 points, it is obvious that he has surpassed most ordinary people and reached the physical fitness of ordinary professional athletes, which makes him an elite.

If you can continue to successfully unlock and upgrade all of the "Six Arts of Prisoner", each attribute will be at least close to 20 points.

By then, my physical fitness and recovery speed will definitely be incomparable to what they are now.

Perhaps you can be compared with the world's top athletes and compete on the same stage.

For example, participate in an international marathon long-distance running competition and compete for the championship prize.

For example, do 1000 push-ups in a row without getting red in the face or getting mad...

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, his eyes filled with the joy of growing stronger, as well as the prospect of the future.

"It's still too early to think about this kind of thing now."

After wiping the sweat off his face, he smiled self-deprecatingly and opened the old refrigerator with a yellowed shell at home.

But it was empty inside, with nothing in it except two cabbages and half a box of yogurt.

The food I had stored for a week had already been eaten up by me as my appetite had increased.

Fang Cheng looked slightly disappointed. He picked up half a box of yogurt and licked it slowly.

Then I put on my jacket and put clothes and toiletries in my bag. I decided to take a half-day break today and go to the public bathroom downstairs to take a hot bath and relax my body.

Then go to the supermarket to buy supplies, come back to cook and practice your cooking skills.

In particular, you should eat more of the honey-braised chicken legs that I just learned how to make.

Exercise, rest and nutritional supplementation have always been the three major elements of fitness.

In the afternoon, I went to the hospital to visit my grandfather and brought food to my mother.

The day's plan is fully scheduled.

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Xiguan District, Ren'an Hospital.

It is close to the suburban park at the foot of Xishan Mountain, with a quiet environment and far away from the downtown.

Although it is located in a remote area, it is one of the few public Grade 3A hospitals in Dongdu.

Fang Cheng changed into a white sweatshirt, carried a shoulder bag, and held an insulated lunch box, and walked into the crowded hall.

Without looking around, he walked towards the elevator of the inpatient department with familiarity.

While waiting for the elevator, I could hear the crying of children and the scolding of adults.

There were even cases where the patients’ families had arguments with the staff and threw tantrums.

The doctor-patient issue remains the same even if the world changes, there is no difference.

The noise of the crowd, combined with the pungent smell of disinfectant, creates an atmosphere of anxiety unique to hospitals.

Watching the numbers on the floor display jumping as slowly as a turtle.

Fang Cheng consciously entered the concentration mode and silently recited the contents of the law textbook.

There was a "ding" sound.

The elevator finally went down to the first floor and the door slowly opened.

He raised his head, waited for the people inside to come out first, and then stepped into the elevator.

Just as I pressed the door closing button, a voice called to stop: "Wait!"

Then, the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard.

A tattooed hand blocked the elevator door from closing.

"Oh, really..."

A rough voice sounded, and a burly man with bulging chest muscles, wearing a tight stretch shirt in the middle of winter, squeezed in.

He glanced at Fang Cheng, and then pressed the floor button hard, complaining:
"Young people nowadays don't have the spirit of mutual help that we had in our generation. They won't help to press the button when they see someone coming over."

The other two guys who followed him in were also dressed in fancy clothes and swearing.

One of the short guys with dyed yellow hair jumped up and pointed at Fang Cheng's nose and shouted:

"Little white face, don't you have eyes?"

"Excuse me."

Fang Cheng bowed slightly to express his apology.

I was so focused on reciting my lessons that I didn't notice them coming over.

Just a small episode.

Appropriate concessions can help resolve unnecessary disputes like a gentle breeze and rain.

but……

Not to mention that these three guys were so sloppy and took up most of the elevator space.

He was smoking and making a lot of noise at the same time, which was really annoying.

Fang Cheng could only stand in the corner and listen silently to their boring topics.

"Damn it, we've been collecting debts for a few days and are only going to get two thousand dollars. Will the boss fire us?"

"What can I do? I'm just helping poor people. I can't squeeze out a few drops of oil. It's better to fight in the streets than to do this job."

"Yingjun, you must be ruthless. If you are not ruthless enough, you will be looked down upon. It will be your turn to show your ability later."

"Brother, I know, I am studying hard..."

The elevator goes up floor by floor, stops, and opens and closes its doors.

The people outside who were preparing to take the elevator saw the three guys who looked like door gods, and no one dared to come in.

Fortunately, when they reached the 7th floor, the three people suspected to be members of the gang finally walked out.

Peace returned to the elevator and it continued to ascend.

Ding.

The number on the display jumped to "8" and Fang Cheng also stepped out of the elevator.

He looked up at the nameplate of "Oncology Department II" and then looked towards the nurses' station.

There were a few nurses in white coats and round hats chatting over there.

Fang Cheng had been here many times and was quite familiar with them, so he went over to ask them questions.

A young nurse with rosy cheeks pointed to Ward 812 at the end of the corridor on the left.

Fang Cheng smiled and thanked him, then immediately picked up the thermal box and followed the instructions to find the location.

When I pushed the door open, the smell of sprayed disinfectant hit my nose.

This is a double room that has just been vacated.

Blue sheets, white floor tiles, almost spotless.

The winter sun shines in through the open curtains, creating a tranquil, light-hued backdrop.

In front of the window sill, a slender middle-aged woman was bending over and mopping the floor.

Her clothes were simple and without any fancy decoration, but she had a special gentle and elegant temperament.

Fang Cheng put down his lunch box, walked over and grabbed the mop.

"Mom, you haven't eaten yet? I'll help you."

The middle-aged woman seemed to be thinking about something. She was startled and immediately raised her head.

His furrowed brows then relaxed, revealing a look of surprise.

"Chengcheng, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)