Chapter 54: Chapter 52: Physical Changes
December 17, Thursday.
Outside the window, a fine drizzle veils the air.
Raindrops fall on the glass, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the delightful tick-tock sound.
Almost identical to the sound of sweat dripping onto the floor.
Fang Cheng’s gaze is focused, lying face down.
His feet together, toes touching the ground, left arm placed under his chest, palm supporting him.
His other hand is at his side, keeping his body in a straight line.
Then, he tightens his abdon, slowly bending his elbows, letting his body sink, chest nearing the ground.
Throughout this process, his body is extrely stable, without any shaking, until he reaches the lowest point.
Then, he pushes his body up forcefully, straightening his elbows.
Silently feeling the explosive power brought by the expansion and contraction of muscles.
After pausing for a second, he repeats the sa movent.
The clock on the table emits a slight "tick-tock" sound.
The second hand ticks away.
When the ti reaches 6:33.
Fang Cheng suddenly leaps up into a lunge, standing up straight again.
His expression is quite relaxed, stretching his limbs.
Looking at several prompt ssages continuously appearing in front of him, his lips slightly curl up.
[Concentration Experience
5]
[Boxing Experience
7]
[Sanda Experience
8]
[Push-ups Experience
19]
[Deep Squat Experience
21]
[Congratulations, through relentless effort, your skill has reached the master level]
[Deep Squat lv2 (0/500)]
Today’s training volu wasn’t large.
Only over 400 single-leg squats, 200 one-handed push-ups, plus half an hour of Air Attack practice.
The dislocated shoulder injury has almost fully recovered.
But to be safe, Fang Cheng has been using his left hand for push-ups without switching to the right hand for exercise.
It’s more akin to a warm-up kind of rehabilitation training.
Zheng Haokang is set to arrive at the Global Elite Fighting Club at two o’clock this afternoon.
Therefore, Fang Cheng decided to end his sick leave and return to work.
He now needs to conserve more energy, bringing himself to the peak of spirit and physical condition, to face the long-awaited opponent.
This is also the greatest respect for the strong figures in his heart!
With a flicker in his eyes, Fang Cheng looks at the enhancent reward obtained from the recent "Deep Squat" skill upgrade.
[9 Free Attributes]
After considering for a mont, he decides not to assign points.
Not out of any contempt.
But because he has a thought in his mind.
To use himself as the benchmark, and actual combat as the evaluation thod.
To see how much difference exists between Berserk Shijima Gorou, who represents the pinnacle of human physical capabilities, and the world-class Boxing King.
Fang Cheng walks to the bathroom, scoops up a handful of cold water, vigorously rubs his face.
Raising his head, looking in the mirror at his bright-eyed, significantly transford deanor, he can’t help but drift into contemplation.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he notices a noticeable bunch of black hair fallen in the sink.
Fang Cheng frowns slightly, muttering to himself:
"It seems, Shijima Gorou might be right..."
Ever since he started enduring high-intensity training daily, he has actually been experiencing quite obvious hair loss.
At first, Fang Cheng didn’t pay much attention to it.
Lately for so reason, the situation has beco more severe.
It seems that as his Constitution breaks through 20 points, so unusual changes are continuously happening inside his body.
Fang Cheng and Shijima Gorou also discussed in their chats the potential reasons for their simultaneous hair loss, which is likely related to breaking the body’s limits.
The human body is frail but possesses the most refined self-protection chanism in the biological world.
Breaking these limits, and thus contradicting natural laws, ans suffering backlash; hormonal disarray, producing various negative effects becos inevitable.
Perhaps hair loss is a minor issue.
In severe cases, like Shijima Gorou, one could go berserk, losing all sense of reason.
Shijima Gorou also especially reminded, although it’s unclear how Fang Cheng trained to this extent, he just hoped he wouldn’t follow his own old path.
"I should be fine..."
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng shook his head and stared intently at the pale blue screen that appeared in front of him.
On the path of growth and strength, the panel was his best ntor and friend, helping him overco one seemingly insurmountable obstacle after another.
However, having been cautioned, Fang Cheng also decided to elevate the importance of maintaining his body to another level.
He imdiately went to the kitchen and began preparing today’s nutritious breakfast.
Ten fried eggs, stir-fried pork with celery, pumpkin porridge, plus two large cups of warm milk.
After eating, he cleaned up the pots and dishes, and it was still early.
Since the training volu was less and the postgraduate entrance exam materials were already familiar to him, he seed to have nothing to do.
Fang Cheng looked at the greasy stains on the stove and rembered that he hadn’t cleaned the kitchen for many days.
He thus engaged in household cleaning.
In the midst of being busy, the panel suddenly flickered.
A prompt ssage appeared before his eyes.
It turned out that the "Cleaning" skill, which was close to upgrading, had finally advanced to lv1 with the increase in experience.
Fang Cheng stared at the expert-level enhancent rewards.
But he couldn’t help but exclaim softly.
"Scavenger’s Eye?"
...............
Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were wet and blurred the scenery of the skyscrapers outside.
Even the plastic floor of the training hall felt sowhat damp.
Weekdays, plus rainy days.
The club was supposed to be relatively quiet, but today it seed particularly lively.
All departnt staff were out in force, so setting up the venue, others cleaning.
So, braving the rain early in the morning, set up a rainbow arch at the entrance of the shopping center and hung a huge poster.
It was just short of beating gongs, setting off firecrackers, to announce to all the city’s people:
The newly crowned KFC golden belt winner, free fight champion, world-class Boxing King, Zheng Haokang, is coming to this club!
A brand new poster of a person was pasted on the background wall.
The man in the photo had handso features, well-built muscles, and a sharp gaze as if tangible.
The morning courses were temporarily canceled, many club employees gathered in front, chatting excitedly.
So discussed Zheng Haokang’s glorious record of KO-ing various opponents in the ring.
There were also veteran employees like Chen Xiaohai taking the opportunity to brag, ntioning how they often saw Zheng Haokang training here when he was still a green young lad.
Several departnt coaches gathered together, whispering, discussing how to profit from this.
Inviting Zheng Haokang to give a coaching lesson was not just as simple as attracting students to sign up for classes.
There would also be many news dia and TV reporters coming for filming and interviews.
This was an excellent opportunity to enhance the club’s reputation and increase their performance!
Fang Cheng also stood among the crowd.
His eyes fixed on the poster of the fighting star who was wearing a gold belt and holding up the champion trophy, his expression thoughtful.
"Ah Cheng!"
Suddenly, a call entered his ears.
Turning his head, it was Shen Haoming waving at him.
"Co here for a mont, Manager Li has sothing to ask you."
Fang Cheng’s brow furrowed slightly and followed Shen Haoming to the office area.
He saw Manager Li rarely coming out of the office, standing in the hallway.
When he turned his head to look at him, his expression seed a bit anxious and doubtful.
"Fang Cheng, have you seen Mr. Shijima in the past few days?"
Manager Li bluntly asked a question.
Fang Cheng nodded calmly.
"Where has he gone now?"
"Isn’t he in the hospital?"
Fang Cheng was slightly stunned and looked at Manager Li with so surprise.
The club’s higher-ups had already known that Shijima Gorou, the big client, had been injured and hospitalized.
It was just unclear who the "culprit" was.
Manager Li took a deep breath, then stared at Fang Cheng with his eyes and said solemnly:
"Shijima Gorou, he’s gone missing!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng instantly furrowed his brows.
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