102: Chapter 102 Skill Effect "Ape Waist"

Chapter 102 Skill Effect "Ape Waist"

Early morning, six o'clock.

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A thin mist like a layer of light gauze permeated the air.

Under the dim, soft light, the distant buildings were faintly visible, appearing exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

It seemed the entire city had yet to completely break away from the deep night curtain.

Fang Cheng gripped the water pipe with both hands, his body suspended in mid-air as he continuously practiced Pull-ups.

The water pipe was quite thick, allowing him to grip only about half of it, which tested his finger strength and wrist strength even more.

Besides that, burlap sacks filled with bricks were tied to his feet, dragging heavy loads and further increasing the difficulty.

"..."

"48."

"49."

"50."

His body continued to push upward, his neck completely clearing the water pipe.

After a brief pause, he jumped down.

He shook his arms and raised his eyes to look at the panel information.

[Pull-up Experience +19]

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Relying solely on body weight to practice Pull-ups, Leg Raises, and Squats was seeing a gradual decline in exercise efficiency.

After choosing to increase the load, the results still looked quite good.

Like this morning exercise, he completed a total of 250 weighted Pull-ups with both hands.

The experience points gained were almost identical to practicing 500 one-handed Pull-ups previously.

However, the exercise time was reduced by a full half.

Estimated this way, the efficiency could be said to have increased by nearly double.

His time had become more flexible.

Naturally, he could spend a bit more effort during each morning exercise on those combat skills whose progress had been slowed down.

Furthermore.

During the rest intervals after each set of training, Fang Cheng did not simply do some stretching movements and loosen his muscles and bones like before.

Instead, he tried to root in a horse stance, and combined with Stance Training, practiced the "Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound" Breathing Technique.

Concentrating wholeheartedly, he guided the faint current of Qi in his abdomen to disperse all around.

He found that doing this did not increase the sense of exhaustion, and on the contrary, the recovery effect could be slightly enhanced.

Fang Cheng mused that in the process of exercising through movement and stillness, the body was like a bowstring flexing and relaxing.

The Breathing Technique seemed to precisely fit this rule, relieving muscle fatigue through a subtle vibration method.

If this skill could smoothly enter the threshold and be successfully unlocked in the future, the effect should be even more pronounced.

After finishing a set of Pull-ups, he rooted in a horse stance for another 5 minutes.

"Hululu..."

Fang Cheng's abdomen swelled slightly, and with a slight tremolo, he exhaled a breath of stale air long and slowly.

Then he stood up and kicked his legs.

Then he re-tied the hemp sack rope loops onto his two ankles, preparing to continue practicing Hanging Leg Raises.

"The 5th set of Leg Raises begins!"

Fang Cheng silently recited with a strong sense of ritual, his ten fingers firmly grasping the water pipe.

His waist and abdominal core suddenly tightened, and using only the strength of his abdominal muscles, he raised his straight legs to a horizontal position.

Along with the burlap sack weighing over a hundred catties, it was likewise lifted up, swaying slightly in the air.

He maintained it for the duration of one breath, then lowered it slowly and forcefully.

Allowing his body to experience as much as possible the extra floating-in-the-air sensation brought by the tightening of the waist and abdomen during this process.

Repeating this action, he finished a set of 50.

Fang Cheng paused to catch his breath and fixed his gaze on the skill panel.

[Leg Raise Lv1 (249/250)]

"It's about to upgrade. Keep pushing a bit harder, practicing a dozen more should be able to..."

A drop of sweat fell from his forehead along the tip of his nose. Fang Cheng shook his hair, flinging away the sweat streaming all over his face.

He didn't jump down to rest for a moment, but continued maintaining the exercise state.

"51."

"52."

"..."

"68."

"69."

"70"

Silently counting the numbers, he silently performed the exercise movements.

The panel suddenly bloomed with a brilliant and dazzling light.

Finally.

After completing 270 weighted Hanging Leg Raises, the skill progress bar was able to Breakthrough.

Several prompt messages emerged and passed before his eyes one after another.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your craft has ascended to a higher level and reached the Great Master level]

[Leg Raise Lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill effect "Ape Waist"]

[Ape Waist, possess a waist and body as flexible as a monkey's, increases jumping ability and airborne time by 80%]

Looking at the introduction of the enhancement reward, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up.

The so-called "jumping ability" was actually related to strength and agility attributes.

"Airborne time" was relatively unique; it had a bit to do with agility, yet did not completely belong to the function of agility.

The most powerful aspect of this skill effect perhaps lay in the hardest-to-improve "airborne time".

In other words, it involved the Qinggong in Wuxia novels and television dramas.

Of course, wanting to achieve that kind of "anti-gravity" effect in reality was indeed somewhat exaggerated.

But in traditional martial arts, there indeed existed unique footwork/body method training aimed at the waist and abdominal area.

There was a popular saying: "The Dantian is like a ball and the waist is like an axle; if you know how to turn them, you won't need to worry about beating people."

The focus of Qinggong lay in the two words "lightness of body" and "elevation/lifting", hoping to be able to stand or move on objects incapable of bearing weight.

Even circulating Qi and lifting Qi, utilizing some clever force to rise up into the air for a short time.

Thus achieving effects such as walking on walls, vaulting over roofs, flying over grass, and chasing cicadas in eight steps.

Great Master Wu Dewang of the White Crane Sect stepping on plum blossom piles on wine bottles while boxing actually also belonged to one kind of Qinggong.

After obtaining the skill effect enhancement.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes, looking toward the concrete water tank with a height close to 3 meters.

He decided to test what the specific effect was like.

Error-free, first release, internal content, check one by one!

He did not retreat a few meters to choose a run-up for momentum to climb and jump.

Instead, he walked beneath the water tank, and the moment he squatted down and raised his head, his feet forcefully kicked the ground and his arms swung hard.

Then, with a direct standing jump, his figure shot straight up like a large bird, easily jumping to the top of the water tank.

Standing on top, Fang Cheng stamped his feet, appearing somewhat unfulfilled.

Looking at his current body attributes of 21 points of agility and 32 points of strength, a height of 3 meters was indeed far too easy.

This was far from the upper limit of his jumping power.

Because he also possessed another skill effect "Elasticity".

If the two overlapped and were pushed to the limit, I'm afraid it would be a bit earth-shattering.

Fang Cheng reined in his thoughts and looked down from above.

Then he leaped forward, suddenly twisting his waist and abdomen mid-air.

His entire person instantly seemed like having been pressed with a slow-motion button, slowing down his descent speed.

Even in the process of falling, he could continuously adjust his posture changes and perform two or three different somersault movements.

If an ordinary person's airborne limit was about 1 second.

Then, the current him was almost close to 2 seconds.

In the blink of an eye, his feet landed back on the ground.

Fang Cheng concentrated and settled his mind, carefully experiencing the subtle feeling of "lightness of body and elevation" just now.

It seemed that in an instant, all the body's strength was condensed into a unified force, gathered at the waist and abdomen, thereby erupting with an ability far exceeding normal times.

Furthermore, it wasn't holding back by straining muscles, but the instant of twisting the waist and expanding the back, the waist-eyes suddenly tightened, locking all the body's joints together, faintly having a feeling of lifting oneself up into the air.

If explained according to human movement mechanics, the waist connected with the spine in the human structure, acting as the center for force transmission from bottom to top, possessing the absolute and important role of commanding the body's overall strength.

Therefore, from an essential perspective, this skill effect actually allowed his degree of control over his body to reach a higher Realm.

Perhaps... in the future, by constantly improving his physical fitness, it might really be possible to achieve Flight in mid-air for a certain distance like in Wuxia movies.

Fang Cheng's heart wandered with wild fancies, and he let out a soft breath.

Turning his head to look at the crisscrossing pipes around him, he couldn't help but give birth to a playful interest.

Immediately, with a tap of his toes, he darted forward, simply continuously practicing tactical movements such as sprinting, jumping, somersaulting, and wall-climbing within this complex obstacle terrain.

His footsteps were light, and his landing was noiseless.

His figure was agile, just like a professional parkour athlete.

Various cool high-difficulty techniques were displayed with ease, as if self-taught without a master.

Or it was like truly turning into an Incarnation of an ape, flexibly shuttling through the jungle, releasing his body's instincts to the fullest.

...

Lin Fushengs Orthopedic Clinic.

Today appeared exceptionally lively, with voices clamoring loudly, just like a pot of boiling water.

Many bruised, battered, and broken-limbed thugs crowded in the main hall, waiting to receive treatment.

There were also quite a few guys who were already wrapped in bandages and fixed with splints lingering here, speaking loudly and cursing with a bunch of fellow associates.

Amidst the chaotic scene.

Master Lin wore reading glasses, patiently removing a bullet for a heavily injured person and applying medicinal liquor.

Wen Huiyi was also dressed in proper, clean clothes, busy pouring tea and water for guests and bustling about everywhere.

Fang Cheng sat before an old acquaintance, Brother Fei, doing Tuina Massage service for him.

After morning exercise in the morning, he first went to the club to take a sparring lesson, doing his daily part-time job to make money.

In the afternoon, he continued to run to Linggang District to scout out locations, trying to find new opportunities.

However.

This time, Wu Shihao also seemed afraid of facing assassination, paying great attention to his own safety.

Not only did he stay inside the company all along, but he also arranged many bodyguard personnel around.

If one wanted to quietly and silently wipe out the other party, it would only be possible if one possessed stealth skills.

Furthermore, Fang Cheng also discovered unfamiliar personnel suspected to be police staking out nearby.

After observing for a while, he turned around and left nonchalantly, returning empty-handed for the time being.

On the way home, when passing by the orthopedic clinic, he saw that Master Lin's business was actually so explosive, getting practically overwhelmed and flustered with busyness.

He couldn't help feeling a sense of guilt, hence he walked in to lend a hand.

Fulfilling a disciple's duty and incidentally practicing the skill of saving lives and healing the wounded.

At this moment, a group of thugs was talking animatedly with spittle flying, extremely engrossed in conversation, as if forgetting they were all still carrying injuries on their bodies.

Especially Brother Fei, enjoying Fang Cheng's exquisite Tuina Massage technique, felt so comfortable he was humming and hawing.

Thus, he vividly recounted a major Jianghu storm that happened recently, as if telling a storytelling book, startling everyone back and forth.

"The Three Wolves Gang and the Red Tiger Gang have both suffered heavy losses, reaching a stage of drawn swords and bent bows where they have no choice but to fight."

"In last night's battle, both sides sent out supreme experts to take the lead. Coming and going, they were originally fighting to a relatively standstill."

"However, that expert from the Red Tiger Gang was clearly even more sinister."

"I saw him knit his brows, a plan hatching in his mind. With his left foot stepping on the ground, he shouted 'Master Ancestor', displaying great spiritual efficacy, and thus executed the art of Shen-da, where blades cannot cut and bullets cannot pierce..."