Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 451 - 275

Chapter 451: Chapter 275

At a little past six on Old Factory Street, a peaceful tranquility still enveloped the area.

The dawn light was faint, like a layer of sheer gauze, rendering the distant buildings hazy, as if hidden in clouds and mist.

It seemed the entire city had yet to completely emerge from the depths of the night.

On the rooftop of the tubular building, a strong, bare figure swayed in the morning light.

He gripped the water pipe tightly with both hands, his body suspended in mid-air, outlining a silhouette full of strength.

Six heavy weight plates hung from his waist by a buckle, significantly increasing the difficulty of the workout.

With each exertion, the muscles on his back tensed, and the veins on his arms faintly appeared.

Relying on strong core power, he slowly lifted his body until his chin surpassed the water pipe.

As he descended, he controlled his speed, letting his body slowly sink, focusing on feeling the stretch in each muscle.

Murmuring the count silently, his breath rose and fell steadily and powerfully with the rhythm of the movements.

Until the 300th count, he finally lowered his body, his feet firmly landing on the weathered cement floor of the rooftop.

"Huff————"

Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, the sweat-drenched hair clinging to his forehead and skin.

He wiped his face with his hand, beads of sweat sliding down his arm, leaving a small dark stain on the ground.

Then he untied the device hanging the weight plates from his waist and gently placed them aside.

This was already the fifth set of weighted pull-ups.

With this, all today’s physical training projects were successfully completed.

Fang Cheng moved his somewhat sore shoulders and arms, the joints emitting a crisp "crack" sound, dense like firecrackers bursting.

The weight plates lay quietly on the ground, radiating a cold metallic sheen.

At this time, there were gradually some slight movements on Old Factory Street.

In the alleys below, a few breakfast stalls were releasing wisps of cooking smoke.

The aroma of fried dough sticks and the rich smell of soy milk, mixed with the fresh air specific to the morning, wafted into his nostrils.

In the distance, some pedestrians hurried by, the sound of footsteps, conversations, and the jingling of tricycles faintly lingering in the air.

The sky gradually brightened, bringing a touch of liveliness to this originally serene neighborhood.

Fang Cheng walked to the edge of the rooftop, resting his hands on the railing, gazing at the distant cityscape.

The reinforced concrete building clusters stretched their outlines in the morning light, a few wisps of mist slowly swirling from the gaps between the buildings.

He stared absent-mindedly for a moment, and suddenly, his fitness watch on his wrist vibrated, prompting him to look down.

The blue glow of the screen lit up, clearly displaying the number 6:30.

This was Fang Cheng’s self-set training cutoff time.

From getting up punctually at five o’clock, to completing the physical training now, it had been less than an hour and a half.

In other words, he had completed training that used to take nearly two hours in just a little over an hour.

With the agility attribute surpassing the 40-point threshold, Fang Cheng had elevated his control over every muscle in his body to a new level.

Achieving the same effects as before now required less strength.

This leap in control was distinctly perceptible.

Just like in that last set of pull-ups.

Even though his body had entered a state of fatigue, with the weight of the plates on his waist pressing down his shoulder blades.

Fang Cheng was still able to engage every inch of muscle fiber in his erect spinal muscles, using thirty percent less effort than usual to ensure his chin steadily surpassed the height of the water pipe.

This precise feeling of control over his muscle groups, like a precision instrument, was meticulous and exact to the slightest detail.

"It seems next I have to significantly increase the training intensity..."

Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, a rough estimate forming in his mind.

The actual effects of this first all-project physical training after breaking the agility attribute limit proved that his body could entirely withstand more intense training.

A conservative estimate would be to increase the current training volume by 50% to 100% to further accelerate the improvement of skill experience.

As for whether the intensity was too high, there was no need for excessive concern.

Even if occasionally the training load was too heavy, resulting in muscle damage, he still had Qigong, which had health-maintaining and conditioning effects, under his belt.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, then he walked to the center of the rooftop, standing firmly in a horse stance with his feet apart.

As usual, he began the concluding practice of Qigong.

"Huff-huff——"

Fang Cheng focused his mind and regulated True Qi, his nasal breath producing a faint sound.

Rumble-rumble——

In no time, his entire body of muscles, bones, and blood simultaneously trembled, continuously resonating with a buzzing sound.

Faintly, it seemed as if thunder was rolling from the horizon, tigers and leopards roaring lowly.

After just a few moments, Fang Cheng’s entire being resembled a steaming basket, creating a scene of strange wonders.

White smoke continuously emerged from his legs, hands, shoulders, and the top of his head, as if the heat inside his body was being released in steam form.

As the gradually brightening sunlight dispersed the mist, shining upon his flushed face.

You could clearly see a fine layer of sweat beads on the surface of his skin, glistening and slightly rolling but always clinging to the skin, never dripping off.

Fang Cheng kept his chest and back, his waist sinking, his legs rooted like an old tree here.

Maintaining this position, he continuously inhaled and exhaled, tirelessly practicing.

After about half a quarter of an hour, his entire body seemed cooked, the skin bright red, veins bulging, the white smoke from evaporating sweat becoming even denser and more obvious.

As the heat released from the pores increased, the surface temperature of his body rapidly climbed.

"Roar!"

Fang Cheng’s eyes suddenly flashed with a keen light, like a tiger or leopard letting out a loud roar.

In an instant, a layer of faint red glow rose from the surface of his body, as if flames were burning beneath his skin.