Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1152 - 561:

Last night, after hearing from Shen Wei that Fang Cheng single-handedly wiped out the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, Ah Le appeared to believe it on the surface, but deep down, it felt like listening to a myth, with a sense of disbelief.

But now, looking at the scene unfolding before him, any shred of doubt completely vanished, replaced by deep shock and admiration.

Indeed, there is no strength without reason in this world.

Only through such day after day, almost self-torturing discipline, can one forge such an inhuman physique.

This is what a true strongman is!

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

A full hundred reps!

After completing the last set, Fang Cheng engaged his core with force, drawing a perfect arc in the air, flipping light as a feather, and landing gracefully.

His feet touched down silently, as gracefully as a feline.

"Hoo—"

Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath, the airflow condensing into a straight white line in the air, lingering for a long time.

He turned his head, his gaze landing directly on Ah Le standing at the roof terrace entrance.

In an instant, Ah Le felt as if needles pricked his eyes.

That gaze was as sharp as a knife, carrying the unrestrained vigor and pressure from his intense exercise, like a tiger patrolling its territory.

Ah Le shivered all over, broke into a cold sweat, his lips moved trying to greet him, but his throat felt clogged with cotton.

Spying on a Martial Arts Grandmaster practicing is indeed taboo in the Martial World.

Fortunately, the keen light in Fang Cheng’s eyes quickly calmed, returning to his usual peace.

"You’re up?"

He casually wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Ah... yes, just woke up."

Ah Le nodded hurriedly, feeling a bit awkward.

Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over his abdomen:

"How’s the wound? Can you move around now?"

"It’s nothing serious, it doesn’t hurt much anymore."

Ah Le instinctively stood upright, paused, feeling the atmosphere slightly awkward, and quickly said:

"Well... Mr. Fang, what would you like for breakfast? I’m just about to go down and buy some."

"Breakfast, huh?"

Fang Cheng was momentarily taken aback by his words, then said with refusal:

"How could I let you do that, you’re guests, I should be the one to show hospitality."

"Mr. Fang, please don’t say that!"

Ah Le said earnestly, looking eager:

"If it wasn’t for your righteous intervention last night, the Chairman might not have survived. Compared to your life-saving favor, a mere breakfast is nothing."

"This is just a small gesture of service I wish to offer you. If you refuse this, I won’t even feel comfortable staying here."

Seeing the other’s sincerity, Fang Cheng didn’t insist further, nodding:

"Alright, I’ll trouble you then."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"

Ah Le quickly waved his hand, a smile spreading across his face, and he patted his chest assurance:

"Order whatever you want, as much as you want, it’s on me!"

"Then get twenty large meat buns, three baskets of steamed dumplings, and ten savory pancakes."

Fang Cheng pondered a little, then counted on his fingers:

"Add two bowls of savory tofu curd, with extra chili oil, I’ve been craving it."

"Oh right, if there are beef potstickers, make it three pounds."

"Uh..."

Ah Le’s smile froze in an instant, his eye twitching, doubting if he heard correctly:

"T-Twenty large meat buns? A-And also three pounds of potstickers?"

Is this breakfast or stocking up? Even a glutton doesn’t eat this much!

"Just this bit."

Fang Cheng glanced at the dumbfounded Ah Le and explained:

"Yesterday’s battle wasn’t too consuming, just replenishing a bit will suffice, no need to buy too much."

"Okay... okay! I’ll go buy it right away!"

Ah Le came to his senses, swallowing, and quickly turned to walk down the stairs.

Not until he stepped out of the stairway and felt the cool morning breeze did he realize his back was already soaked.

Just replenishing a bit?

This appetite, this physique... indeed a monster in a human skin.

On the roof terrace.

Fang Cheng watched Ah Le’s hurried departure, shaking his head speechlessly.

He actually held back a lot, at his current metabolism, this amount is barely a start.

Avoiding startling them, he only ordered half the usual amount.

He glanced up at the sky, the sun hadn’t fully risen, there was still time. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Fang Cheng’s mind stirred, summoning the panel.

Watching the experience boost information cascading like a waterfall before his eyes.

Even without equipment assistance, by increasing the difficulty and repetitions, each fitness skill still earned quite a bit of experience points.

"Not bad at all."

Fang Cheng murmured to himself, nodding slightly.

His gaze then swept over the skill screen, landing on the [Jujitsu] section.

Since there’s still time, might as well continue practicing some more.

Jujitsu has reached the bottleneck at Level 2, aiming to break through to Level 3 within half a month.

With this in mind, Fang Cheng took a deep breath and moved his body again.

Forward flips, back handsprings, side kicks, 360° spins...

Various high-difficulty acrobatics were executed with ease in his hands.

He moved agilely between the crisscrossing pipelines like a wandering dragon.

Every landing was as soft as cotton, and with a single tiptoe, he took off again, making no sound throughout.

As the dawn’s first light began to embrace the city, the sounds of life gradually emerged.

In this smoke-filled old city district, atop this mottled, weathered tubular building.

A lithe figure danced in the morning glow, seemingly breaking free from gravity, evolving towards a higher state of being.

.................

At eight in the morning, East Capital’s overpasses were swarming with traffic.

Golden sunlight shone through the car’s windshield, casting a bright area on the dashboard.