mc-med Chapter 1323 - 640:
Chapter 1323 - 640:
"Time for morning exercise."
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned around and walked into the bathroom, pressing the switch on the wall.
The incandescent light flicked on, and he turned on the faucet.
He picked up the toothbrush, applied toothpaste, and quickly scrubbed with dense foam.
Then he cupped cold water in his hands, continuously splashing it onto his face, completely dissipating the last remnants of drowsiness.
After a quick rinse, Fang Cheng grabbed a towel and casually wiped the water droplets off his face, then walked out of the bathroom to the wardrobe.
After changing into a breathable and snug sports sweatshirt, he went to the living room entrance, putting on light running shoes.
He bent down, forcefully tightened the two shoelaces, and tied a firm double knot.
Having done all this, he pushed open the security door and stepped out of the entrance.
"Bang."
The door closed securely behind him.
The corridor at dawn was silent, the sound-activated lights casting a cold white glow.
The neighbors were still immersed in their dreams, sleeping soundly.
Fang Cheng raised his hand to pull up the hood of his sweatshirt, covering most of his face, and set off at a brisk pace towards the elevator.
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The coastline in the early hours was empty and desolate.
Waves rolled in one after another, churning up layers of white foam, producing a dull roaring sound.
Along the long and damp coast, a figure in a blue hooded sweatshirt was running at a steady pace.
His steps were stable, arms swinging naturally.
Each step left evenly deep prints in the soft sand, with the rhythm of his footsteps seemingly blending with the rise and fall of the waves.
It didn’t look like he was running fast.
Yet between alternating legs, his body lightly skimmed several meters across the beach.
As the sound of retreating sea water splashed, the figure slowed down and eventually came to a stop.
He raised a hand to pull back his hood, lifting his head to gaze at the deep, undulating sea ahead.
The sea breeze blew against the short hair on his forehead.
In the darkness, his eyes were bright and sharp, casting a gem-like brilliance.
Weak starlight fell from the horizon, outlining his deep eyes and chiseled jawline, revealing an exceedingly handsome and masculine visage.
"Hoo—"
Fang Cheng slowly opened his mouth, exhaling a long breath.
Though it was the early summer with mild temperatures, the breath released from his heated lungs seemed like cold mist in the dead of winter.
A concentrated stream of white smoke drew a straight line in mid-air, shooting half a meter away.
A few seconds later, it was shredded and dispersed by the sea breeze.
Meanwhile, a semi-transparent notification appeared quietly before his retina.
[Running Experience +6]
[Running Level 2 (63/500)]
Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed slightly as he looked at the skill progress bar on the panel, a hint of satisfaction playing in his eyes.
Just half an hour, thirty kilometers of morning jog yielded this much experience, a rather efficient endeavor.
Of course, his idea of a "jog" was vastly different from that of ordinary people.
Even with restrained pacing, his slowest cruising speed just now was several times faster than a hundred-meter world champion sprinting at full force,
The notification slowly faded away.
Fang Cheng twisted his neck, releasing a light crack from his joints.
Then suddenly, his gaze turned icy, his feet shifting left and right, and he assumed a combat stance.
"Heh!"
A low, brief shout burst from his throat as his front foot ground into the sand with force.
His left arm snapped like a tense spring releasing, jabbing forward like a snake’s tongue, the fist slicing through the air creating sharp "pak pak" sounds.
Before one move was exhausted, his waist and hips violently twisted, spine like a great dragon turning, and his right arm swung out with a powerful rear hand swing punch.
The imaginary opponent seemed forced back by this heavy punch, and Fang Cheng’s figure flashed, pursuing closely.
Both elbows raised high like blades, striking downward with force, while his right knee, with a whistling gust of wind, fiercely thrust upward.
Jab, swing, chop, thrust, his limbs transformed into the most lethal weapons.
The movements were fierce and fluid, advancing step by step, unleashing a torrential barrage of combo strikes.
On the dimly lit beach, the waves crashed against the shore incessantly.
That blue figure maneuvered swiftly on the damp beach, the muffled sound of breaking air and the roar of the tide interwoven, exuding a soul-shaking sense of oppression.
After practicing for about half an hour, Fang Cheng suddenly stopped his forward motion, his feet deeply planted in the soft sand.
He stared at the surging sea a dozen meters away, taking a deep breath.
His calves suddenly pushed against the ground, the muscles in his thighs tensed, rising robustly, the powerful force coursing through his spine straight to his right shoulder.
The sleeve of his entire right arm was stretched to the limit by the instantly bulging muscles, the fabric nearly tearing apart.
Twist the waist, thrust the hips.
A straight punch blasted out.
"Boom!"
The air in front of the heavy punch was extremely compressed, exploding with a dull air blast.
Invisible fist wind transformed into a high-pressure air cannon, instantly pushing the air in front aside, slamming into the water with irresistible force.
Rumble!
The sea surface seemed to be hit head-on by a heavy bomb, the water instantly denting inwards, then erupting into a towering column of water several meters high.
The sea water was torn into fragments by the terrifying fist power, turning into a torrential downpour, raining down.
Then pouring down on Fang Cheng’s hoodie, dripping and falling to his feet from the waterproof fabric.
Fang Cheng lowered his right arm, casually shook off the water droplets on the back of his hand, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest.
Previously, with Air Attack, he always kept the strength locked within his muscles and bones, ready but not fired.
Now the warm-up ended, it was the moment for full release, and the power was evident.
He shrugged his shoulders, moved a little, and his highly tensed muscles quickly relaxed.
Seeing the increase in "Boxing," "Sanda," and "Muay Thai" experience shown on the panel, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
Next, it was time to focus on practicing Jujitsu.
Fang Cheng re-positioned himself, knees slightly bent, and threw himself backward sharply.
At the moment his back was about to touch the sand, his hands thrust back heavily, waist and abdomen bursting with amazing bounce, he shot back like an arrow from a bowstring.
Immediately, his waist and back arched upward with the momentum, legs quickly swung back in the air, flipping his body.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Three consecutive highly difficult back handsprings.
Each time soaring more than an astounding five meters high, ten meters far.
His movements light and graceful, as if he had completely shed the shackles of gravity.
Upon the third landing, he did not stand straight, but rolled forward with bent knees, using a single shoulder as a pivot, sliding along the sand with the inertia of the advance.
This seemingly force-dissipating roll was actually to gather strength for the next take-off.
His legs suddenly twisted tightly in mid-air, forming a standard triangle lock pose, then his waist and back slammed down against the sand.
Utilizing this counterforce, his body instantly sprang up like a spring.
With a physical quality far beyond the ordinary, his joints and ligaments displayed incredible flexibility.
In mid-air, twisting his waist in defiance of the laws of physics, completing a 720-degree spinning flip.
Upon landing, he switched to a single-hand support, his body sweeping 360 degrees at an extremely low angle.
This extraordinary bodily control and explosive power would leave any top gymnast dumbfounded.
Just as the move was about to end, Fang Cheng’s core muscles contracted suddenly, forcibly bouncing his body open like a folding knife, seamlessly transitioning into an incredible high-altitude backflip.
Thus, using entangling combat techniques as a brief reserve transition, he perfectly connected one exaggerated aerial flip after another.
On the beach, sand and stones flew, so fast only a blue afterimage could be seen, continuously flipping and rising in contrast with the tides.
In the focused practice, time quietly slipped by without notice.
The deep night sky began to fade, scattered starlight gradually vanished.
Along with the surging tides, a hint of dim white appeared at the junction of sea and sky.
This light stretched along the horizon, gradually expanding sideways, washing the originally navy blue dome into a cool ash-blue.
Suddenly, while completing a two-and-a-half turn spin ending with a flying dive, Fang Cheng landed steadily on one knee on the sand.
"Hoo—"
After two hours of extreme exercise, Fang Cheng slowly straightened up.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling a few times before stabilizing.
Quietly savoring the exhilaration of skills nearing perfection and being thoroughly understood, Fang Cheng’s lips curved into a slight smile.
Jujitsu, as a combat technique, may not be as fierce and domineering in a direct strong attack as Boxing, Sanda, or Muay Thai.
But once in an entanglement, it can firmly control the situation at critical moments, playing an unexpected role.
As his thoughts shifted, a burst of dazzling light illuminated his eyes.
A light blue panel subsequently appeared floating in the air.