Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 514 - 301: Relentless Training Crushes All Enemies

Chapter 514: Chapter 301: Relentless Training Crushes All Enemies

Although the attention of the Noah Organization is temporarily drawn to a "impostor" murderer, Fang Cheng does not let his guard down.

Who knows if that guy will wash away the "wrongful accusation," or if the Noah Organization will find new clues, redirecting their focus and pointing at him again.

So far, Fang Cheng has been focusing on running during his morning workouts every day.

Even though it’s unpredictable what kind of enhancement rewards and special effects upgrading this basic skill will bring.

But if danger arises in the future, having a pair of legs that can run faster than others is ultimately an advantage.

Whether opting for a strategic retreat, a circuitous maneuver to counterattack, speed is always a decisive ability.

At the junction of sea and sky, darkness lingers.

A faint line of light quietly emerges, gradually expanding and brightening.

The first ray of dawn penetrates the thin mist, scattering over Fang Cheng’s well-defined face.

Beneath his thick eyebrows, those deep eyes gleam like stars.

Beads of sweat slide down his bronze skin, sparkling with crystalline luster.

He is bare-chested, revealing chiseled pecs and abs.

Under his athletic shorts, his thigh muscles bulge, full of explosive strength.

The whole person, bathed in the morning light, radiates a hard-to-describe masculine and heroic aura.

From the distant road, faint sounds of car horns and people’s chatter can be heard.

The sleeping city is gradually awakening.

Fang Cheng, with a thought, summons his panel while running.

[Running Experience +7]

[Running lv0 (95/100)]

"Almost leveling up!"

Seeing the experience points gained from this morning run, Fang Cheng shows a satisfied expression.

Then he lifts his wrist to check the screen on his sports watch.

06:05.

"It’s getting late, I won’t make a breakthrough soon, better practice Air Attack for a while and then head back."

Fang Cheng thinks to himself, then stops, ending this running practice.

Standing on the beach, he takes a deep breath of the salty sea breeze.

Then, facing the turbulent sea, he assumes a stance and raises his fists.

The dawn dyes the sea a magnificent orange-red, waves tumbling, continuously hitting the shore, roaring.

Fang Cheng’s silhouette weaves and dodges in the morning glow, his punches like lightning, his kicks like the wind.

His movements are bold and sweeping, displaying strength and beauty with every move.

Each punch and kick seems capable of tearing air, stirring thunder.

As time passes, his fist momentum unfolds.

The previously tumultuous tide appears to be suppressed by Fang Cheng’s power, gradually calming and retreating.

Just then, a faint commotion is heard nearby.

Fang Cheng’s movements halt instantly, alertly looking in the direction of the sound.

He sees some figures carrying small buckets and tools, heading this way.

They seem to be local fishermen, preparing to collect seafood from the tidal flats and reefs.

Fang Cheng immediately restrains his aura, casually moving his hands and feet, pretending to do some random stretches.

Meanwhile, his eyes fall back on the panel.

[Boxing Experience +1]

[Boxing lv3 (8/1000)]

[Sanda Experience +2]

[Sanda lv2 (440/500)]

"Not bad..."

Fang Cheng mutters softly.

"Sanda" is progressing relatively slowly, but at least it’s getting closer to leveling up, just like "running."

I originally planned to try "Infinite Continuous Punching" at the beach to see its specific power.

However, the current setting is obviously still not suitable.

Calming his mind, Fang Cheng turns toward the leisure bench near the road on the beach.

Picking up the sports shoes and jacket he left there earlier, he dresses neatly again.

On the way back to Haitian Garden District, early commuters scurry, and the inviting aromas from breakfast shops waft in the air.

Fang Cheng first stops at a bustling bun shop, devouring more than a dozen steaming meat buns and two bowls of soy milk, leaving nearby diners dumbfounded.

Then, he turns to a neighboring shop to pack enough breakfast for five to six people, claiming it’s for his coworkers at the construction site.

Fang Cheng enters the gate of Haitian Garden with two bags full of meat buns and milk, card-swiping his way in.

Heading straight back to the under-renovation bare apartment unit.

Fishing out the key, he unlocks the door.

At a glance, the renovation progress is nearing completion.

The kitchen and bathroom’s hard installations are mostly done, with the water and electrical lines fully laid.

In the living room, the custom-designed comprehensive training frame he ordered is taking shape.

What’s left is installing training equipment, then applying soundproofing materials to the floors and walls.

Fang Cheng’s gaze sweeps over, planning to procure some necessary furniture and appliances.

First, he’ll need a large enough freezer specifically for storing various meats.

Considering his steadily increasing terrifying appetite, ordinary food in "quality" rarely meets his body’s nutritional needs, necessitating substantial meat supplementation.

Being hungry not only severely affects combat performance but also dims his mood from having to suppress his appetite deliberately.

Next, he’ll need to get a good quality treadmill.

After all, during adverse weather or when inconvenient to train outside, he can at least move a little indoors.

Fang Cheng quietly calculates the approximate costs for these in his mind.

Initially, the renovation of this "personal base" was meant to be simple and sufficient, but the actual expenses added up considerably.

Just the recorded material and labor costs on the account surpass one hundred and fifty thousand yuan.

The budget exceeded mostly due to the training hall designed to professional boxing gym standards.

For this reason, Fang Cheng paid nearly seventy thousand yuan extra for the construction fees.

Moreover, the upcoming soundproofing and shock-absorbing materials are another significant expense.

Fang Cheng estimates, after checking his wallet, he has about three hundred thousand yuan left in savings.

The money is reasonably ample, but after this substantial renovation expenditure, his wallet will significantly lighten.

His initial plan to buy a somewhat better car will likely need to be postponed for a while.

"Spending money is like water flowing, I’ll have to find ways to make more money in the future."

Fang Cheng muses to himself.

Xu Sanduo has returned from out of town a few days ago, and it’s time to urge him to quickly offload and monetize those few antiques at hand.

Sitting cross-legged on the slightly chilly floor, he glances at the time displayed on his sports watch.

It’s almost seven thirty; the renovation workers should arrive soon.

Fang Cheng promptly opens the breakfast bag he brought with him, continuing to devour the remaining food ravenously.

His day’s schedule is packed.

In the morning, he plans to go to a combat club for sparring sessions to practice his Sanda skills.

In the afternoon, he will visit Wanghu Town to see his uncle Li Dingjian.

Just a couple of days ago, Fang Cheng successfully tricked his mother and grandfather into a basic spiritual link under the guise of "teaching health-preserving secrets."

But with his uncle Li Dingjian, using the same reason to fool him doesn’t seem as feasible.

If he directly tells him about awakening his spiritual abilities, he’s worried it might lead to unnecessary concern.

So, Fang Cheng partially fabricated a reason.

Saying that he learned a miraculous Qi Gong Visualization Technique from someone named Ma Jianguo, greatly enhancing physical fitness and resolving mental issues.

Thus, he wants to invite his uncle to practice together, to see its effect.

Thinking of Ma Jianguo, Fang Cheng cannot help but remember Ma Donghe, who has recently been in secluded training.

Considering the dates, the initial test of the Special Search Team seems to be around these days.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flicker slightly.

Then he suddenly recalls, the graduate school entrance exam he signed up for earlier also has its retest scheduled for the end of this month.

Compared to his past life as an ordinary person, following the usual life plan, the path he’s on now is full of unknowns and perils, a distinct supernatural path.

Fang Cheng’s heart stirs with complex and elusive emotions.

But this feeling is fleeting, like a rippling water surface, quickly driven away by his steadfast will.

No matter what, his life goal is to climb to the pinnacle of this world and witness unparalleled vistas.

To achieve this goal, he must rely on the panel, practice continuously, and become more powerful.

Powerful enough to crush all opponents standing in his way!