115: Chapter 115 The Significance of Qigong

Chapter 115: The Meaning of Qigong

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The curtains were pulled open, revealing the scenery outside the house.

The city in the dawn was always exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

Through the dim streetlights, one could see specks of snowflakes drifting by.

A faint line of white light appeared in the distant sky, also causing the snow-covered roofs to reflect a dim glow.

He woke up a bit late today.

Fang Cheng gazed brightly at the snowy scenery outside the window, taking a deep breath of air that chilled his heart and lungs.

"Start the morning exercise!"

On snowy days, he temporarily would not go outside to exercise.

Moreover, having just experienced a fierce battle last night, his energy consumption was quite large, and he needed to reduce the training volume to give his body a buffer.

"Then, first come 100 weighted Squats to warm up."

Fang Cheng silently cheered himself on, hoisting three bags of rice onto his shoulders and gripping the bag openings tightly with both hands.

Then he sank his hips and squatted down, straightened his waist and stood upright, carrying a weight of one hundred and fifty catties to begin practicing his skills.

Three minutes later, he unhurriedly finished a set of Squat movements.

Next, he practiced Push-up movements, a set of 100 single-handed fist-grip presses.

As the light outside the window gradually brightened, his exercising figure slowly became clear and agile in the darkness.

6:45.

The morning light was faint, and the sky was clear.

He completed the established training plan.

Fang Cheng deliberately set aside some time specifically to practice stance-standing and the Breathing Technique.

Standing by the window, he concaved his chest and raised his back, uniting his waist and horse stance, planting his legs firmly.

At the same time, his abdomen expanded and contracted, and his entire body trembled slightly, accompanied by a faint, elusive trill.

In this process of imitating the snoring of tigers and leopards, he silently felt the subtle changes brought by every breath inside his body.

About an hour later.

"Hrululu————"

The abdomen of Fang Cheng slightly bulged, carrying a slightly clearer trilling sound, as he long and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Finishing the exercise, he subsequently stood up and stretched his legs and feet.

He could vaguely sense that the heat flow generated in his abdomen had become slightly more obvious, but it was still difficult to control and guide.

Fang Cheng could not help but sigh inwardly:

"This Kung Fu truly cannot be rushed; it seems it still requires long-term persistence to see results..."

This battle with the experimental subject made Fang Cheng face perilous situations more than once, and also made him realize that his attack methods still had many flaws.

Therefore, he thought about whether he could accelerate unlocking new skills to further enhance his strength.

Taking a brief rest, Fang Cheng looked again at the panel floating before his eyes.

[Boxing lv2 (147/500)]

[Sanda lv2 (126/500)]

[Jiu-Jitsu lv1 (239/250)]

[Muay Thai lv1 (94/250)]

[Marksmanship lv2 (132/500)]

[Blade Technique lv2 (109/500)]

Fighting all the way through the lair of the gangsters, the continuous battles caused the experience of several combat skills to increase a lot.

Most importantly, the two skills "Marksmanship" and "Blade Technique" could be described as advancing by leaps and bounds, successively completing upgrades.

Especially after using "Blade Storm" to slay the experimental subject, the Blade Technique experience surged by a full 100 points.

However, deep down in his heart, Fang Cheng actually yearned even more for his Physical Body and Physique to one day become powerful enough to tear monsters apart with his bare hands.

Instead of relying on external weapons, or borrowing skill special effects that had various restrictions and uncertainties.

"Capable of producing Saber Qi several times sharper than ordinary attacks..."

"Requiring the consumption of a large amount of spirit and stamina..."

Glancing over the special effect explanation of "Blade Storm", Fang Cheng frowned and pondered.

If he verified these two sentences according to his feelings when using the skill.

The so-called "Saber Qi" should be a special energy condensed after the Physical Body and spirit reached a certain degree of compatibility.

Since that was the case.

Then, this energy definitely was not just able to attach to swords and blades.

It could equally attach to fists, legs, and even everywhere inside and outside the whole body.

Just like... the "Qigong" theory mentioned by Ma Jianguo!

From the essence of these two, they should belong to energy of the same origin and type.

Thinking this through, the gaze of Fang Cheng narrowed slightly, making him even more determined to practice the Breathing Technique.

If he could truly Cultivate into Qigong, then the enhancement of his strength could definitely reach a stage of advancing by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps in the future when facing monsters similar to the "experimental subject", a single punch could pierce through their proud, powerful Physical Body.

"However, besides practicing the Breathing Technique, there is now a very important flaw urgently needing to be made up for..."

The thoughts of Fang Cheng shifted, recalling the frantic state during the battle with the experimental subject last night.

With his 30 points of Physique and 33 points of Spirit attribute, wanting to exert Saber Qi, sever the body of the opponent, and cause substantial damage, roughly required consuming one-third of his stamina and spirit.

That meant in a single battle, he could use "Blade Storm" at most three times.

Even relying on Potential Activation to restore his stamina, his mental state would still remain listless.

Not a single error, first release, single internal content, check them all out!

Under that circumstance, if he forcibly unleashed the special effect of the skill, he might lose his reason again and fall into a frenzied state.

At this thought, the suggestion of Lin Chuqiao surfaced in the mind of Fang Cheng.

"Perhaps I really should learn Meditation, and train my spiritual will during daily routines..."

Fang Cheng pondered carefully, looking out at the scenery after sunrise outside the window.

After a night of heavy snow, the tops of the buildings of varying heights on Jiuchang Street had accumulated a thick layer of snow.

Under the shining sunlight, they looked like rolling snow-capped mountains.

The narrow streets below the Tubular Building were also completely covered in white, becoming purer and cleaner than usual.

Many children ran out early in the morning, cheering as they built snowmen and played snowball fights.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng could not help but feel great.

Having made his plan, he turned around and walked back to the living room, turning on the television.

As usual, while watching the news and weather forecast, he wiped away the sweat on his face and body.

"According to our station, around 10 PM last night, the police raided a secret warehouse at the Dongdu Port, successfully cracking a mega human trafficking case. During this, a fierce shootout occurred, killing multiple criminals..."

The voice of the anchor reporting the news echoed in the living room.

Fang Cheng walked out of the bathroom and deliberately took a glance.

Seeing a few familiar figures flash across the television screen.

Ma Donghe, Chen Yingjun, Zhou Yongnian.

Although their faces had been mosaicked, people close to them could still recognize their appearances.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly. After understanding how the case was handled, he prepared to make breakfast.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Fang Cheng walked briskly to the foyer and looked out through the peephole.

Seeing Wen Xin standing at the door, he opened it.

"Brother, this is a sweet soup that Mom and I made together. Please have some."

Wen Xin carefully held a bowl in both hands.

Upon seeing Fang Cheng, white breath immediately puffed from her mouth as she carefully said:

"Inside there are red beans, taro, and small rice balls; it is very delicious."

Seeing that the bowl was still steaming, Fang Cheng quickly took it from her and told her to hurry inside the house.

Beside the dining table.

Fang Cheng unceremoniously picked up his chopsticks and enjoyed the breakfast meticulously prepared for him by the little girl.

Wen Xin sat aside watching him eat, her eyes blinking as her lips moved slightly.

Fang Cheng noticed her expression and asked:

"What is it? Is there something you want to say?"

"Brother..."

Wen Xin hesitated for a moment:

"After we finish breakfast, can we go out to play in a snowball fight for a while? I have not played in a long time."

She said softly, a yearning light appearing in her eyes.

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, then readily nodded in agreement:

"Let us call Sister Zhou along too. We will have a snowball fight and build snowmen together!"

Hearing this, Wen Xin immediately clapped and cheered happily.

A trace of heartfelt smile surfaced on the face of Fang Cheng.

It is a rare good weather; today he would give himself a day off.