185: Chapter 185 Skill Effect "Aerial Walk"

Chapter 185 Skill Special Effect "Air Walk"

It was past two in the morning, and the sound of police sirens still came from time to time.

Moonlight spilled through the window and filled half the room, adding a trace of chill to this uneasy night.

Fang Cheng lay sideways on the sofa, awake for a long time.

Various secret tales heard in the chat room kept echoing in his mind.

One thing could be confirmed now.

The abnormal mental attack he encountered earlier while deep in Meditation.

Since it wasn't the action of the Smiling Demon, it must have come from that mysterious person, the so-called Ghoul leader.

And the reason why He Yao turned into a terrifying Ghoul was most likely because he was infected by the black rain and underwent some kind of mutation.

In this world, the factors forming all monsters were different, but there would always be a special source.

As early as the primitive tribal period thousands of years ago, various legends about gods and demons were born.

Among humans, some lucky ones accidentally obtained mysterious powers, and thus possessed the power and status to override other ordinary clansmen and decide their life and death.

Some of them lost their nature to power and degenerated into cannibalistic monsters who committed all sorts of evils.

Others relied on powerful strength to slay demons and vanquish devils, pacify disasters, and become demigod heroes in myths and legends.

In the end, these heroes used their own Bloodline as a bond to form various clans, creating city-states and nations on the earth, leading humanity to open up the wilderness and move toward civilization.

The abilities they possessed were also inherited by their direct descendants through genetic transmission.

However, as time passed, the ethnic groups gradually multiplied and expanded.

The Bloodline of descendants gradually became thin, and the blood relationship with ancestors became more and more distant, approaching zero.

Correspondingly, humans with extraordinary abilities also began to become scarce and rare, one in ten thousand.

This point was actually reflected in the myths of various countries.

For example, cutting off the communication between heaven and earth, isolating the boundary between gods and men.

Or for example, the theory of degradation of Golden Humans, Silver Humans, Bronze Humans, and Black Iron Humans.

However.

Even so, after being triggered by special reasons or under specific conditions, ordinary people still had a chance to experience atavism, reactivating the abilities hidden in their Bloodline genes.

This process was called "Awakening".

Regardless of Family descendants or various monsters, the essence was the same, except for the different degrees of Awakening.

They all occupied the top of the food chain and were carnivores capable of manipulating the fate of ordinary people.

It was just that the power of Family descendants was relatively more stable, with fewer hidden dangers, and their appearance did not look much different from ordinary people.

While the monsters were more frantic in spirit, and their bodies even mutated, thus being excluded from mainstream society, they could only hide in dark corners and consider themselves monsters.

Speaking of which, the ancestors of everyone in modern society could actually be traced back to the tribal period.

Everyone had the possibility of Awakening abilities, it was just a matter of probability.

Of course, those Families were not unchanging from ancient times to the present, and they would also fall back into ordinary people due to the decline of their Bloodline.

In the Smiling Demon's explanation, both he and Fang Cheng's Bloodline originated from once-declined Families.

Although they had Awakened their abilities, due to the lack of Family protection, they would ultimately head toward the dead end of self-destruction like those monsters.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

Lin Chuqiao and Pan Wendi should originate from rather mysterious Families.

He wondered what kind of monster he belonged to in their eyes, and what kind of awe-inspiring image he had?

While tossing and turning, a faint commotion suddenly sounded.

Creak.

The door of the inner bedroom was gently pushed open.

Afterward, a slender and graceful figure quietly walked out.

She held a blanket in both hands, her steps very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the man sleeping on the sofa.

The faint moonlight shone on that pretty and fair face, resembling a delicate lily.

It was Zhou Xiumei, who also had no heart to sleep.

She gazed intently at the motionless Fang Cheng, first bending down to neatly tuck in the corner of the quilt that had been flipped up.

Then she carefully draped the blanket she was holding over the quilt.

After doing all this, Zhou Xiumei did not leave, but quietly squatted in front of the sofa.

The moonlight was gentle, and the slightly cool breeze gently fluttered the curtains.

The neon lights flickered uncertainly, and an inexplicable quiet atmosphere permeated the entire room.

Fang Cheng's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing relaxed and long, lying very quietly on the sofa.

Zhou Xiumei cupped her chin with her hands, blinking her eyes, infatuatedly observing the sleeping man.

For a moment her moth-eyebrows frowned slightly with worry, and for a moment the corners of her lips curled up with joy.

Her heart couldn't help pounding, and she couldn't resist reaching out her slender fingers, gently and carefully touching this extraordinarily Yingjun face.

A high nose, thin lips, and thick eyebrows rebelliously raised upward, flying obliquely like swords into the few strands of black hair falling at his temples.

His facial features were like sculpture, distinct, and the angular contour was simply impeccably perfect.

After his vibrant eyes were covered by his eyelids, there was a little less sharp dominance and a bit more warm jade-like temperament, making him appear more approachable instead.

Gazing at such a wonderful scene before her eyes, Zhou Xiumei's eyes flickered with a daze, gently biting her lips.

Suddenly, seeing the man's eyelashes move slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Her fingers trembled instantly, and she was so scared that she immediately stood up and hurriedly ran back into the bedroom.

Thud, thud, thud.

This time, the sound of footsteps was obviously much louder.

Until Zhou Xiumei carefully closed the bedroom door again.

In the dark, Fang Cheng, lying on the sofa, opened his eyes.

He looked toward the bedroom with shining eyes, a trace of a smile on the corners of his mouth.

Immediately, he shook his head and sighed secretly.

There were still police sirens coming from outside, and his thoughts were still complicated, making it difficult for people to fall asleep.

But at this moment, his heart suddenly gained an extra sense of peace and warmth.

"Good night..."

Fang Cheng said softly, and then closed his eyelids.

Soon his mind calmed down, his breathing was long, and he entered dreamland peacefully and silently.

Outside the window, the moonlight gradually faded, and the night was as gentle as water.

The sleepless lights also went from clear to hazy.

Time flowed slowly, taking away many external noises.

A slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

"Hoo—"

Fang Cheng let out a comfortable breath and opened his eyes again.

Looking up at the slightly glowing window outside, the glass was covered with mist-like raindrops.

Everything was quiet around, and the pattering sound of rain hitting the ground could be heard.

"I actually overslept a bit..."

Fang Cheng stretched, quickly lifted the quilt and blanket, and crawled up from the sofa.

Even if it was raining, it could not stop a heart eager to exercise and grow stronger.

Looking back at Zhou Xiumei's tightly closed bedroom door, Fang Cheng gently opened the door that had been kicked broken, and then gently closed it.

Then, he strode out.

...

Tubular Building, on the rooftop.

At past 7 o'clock in the morning, the drizzle continued endlessly, bringing a trace of peace to this world.

After experiencing the disturbance of the night, the vast majority of residents in Jiuchang Street were still in dreamland.

The gray sky was like a thick flannel cloth, blocking the weak dawn.

The city shrouded in rain and mist appeared exceptionally cold and silent.

Fang Cheng was wearing a pair of shorts, stepping barefoot on the damp concrete floor.

The strands of rain slowly fell from the clouds, like thousands of fine needles falling, hitting the body icy and piercingly cold.

Fang Cheng turned a blind eye to it, only repeatedly doing the Squat and rising movements.

Until completing the last set, the 250th Squat.

Then he gently put down the 500-jin barbell carried on his shoulders.

The light blue light screen emerged.

A long string of information flowed past his eyes like running water.

[Focus experience + 3]

[Tai Chi experience + 6]

[Push-up experience + 15]

[Squat experience + 18]

[Pull-up experience + 22]

...

...

...

After reading the skill experience points gained from this morning exercise, Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look at the distant street.

The whole city was still gray and hazy, appearing blurred.

The high-rise buildings loomed in the rain, as mysterious as a mirage.

Although he got up later than usual, the time to finish morning exercise was a bit earlier.

No mistakes, first release, inside content, look one by one!

Mainly because last night's battle improved a lot of combat skill experience.

Therefore, Fang Cheng did not do Shadow Boxing today, but just practiced Tai Chi a little longer, which freed up more time for morning exercise.

Hoo-hoo—

Raindrops were blown onto his face by the wind, piercingly cold and aching slightly.

The rain that started around 3 or 4 in the morning seemed to be getting heavier.

Fang Cheng had no intention of backing down, instead feeling a strange sense of excitement.

Smoothing the wet hair in front of his forehead, he looked at the panel again.

[Handstand Push-up lv1 (243/250)]

Still 7 experience points away from reaching the Great Master level.

Today he might be able to work harder and strive to achieve a Breakthrough in this skill as well.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's desire to exercise ignited again, and he immediately cast his gaze on the other training equipment piled aside.

Then he bent down to pick up the binding straps filled with iron blocks, and tied them to his thighs, calves, upper arms, forearms, waist, chest, and back in turn.

Then he tightened each tensioner to ensure that the iron blocks were firm and stable enough not to fall off easily.

After putting on these more than 200 jin of load-bearing objects again, he began additional Handstand Push-up training.

Fang Cheng supported the damp concrete floor with both hands, the distance between his arms being about shoulder-width.

Then taking a deep breath, with a slight exertion of his waist and abdomen, he raised his legs high.

The whole person was suddenly inverted, his body suspended in the air.

Hoo—

A gust of wind mixed with cold raindrops blew and rolled over.

Fang Cheng's torso remained motionless, his legs slightly parted, quickly adjusting his posture in the wind and rain.

Handstand Push-up was a very challenging action, and could be said to be the most difficult skill among the Prisoners Six Arts.

And there were certain risks, such as losing balance leading to falls, shoulder or lumbar spine injuries, etc.

When practicing, in addition to requiring the collaborative force of the shoulder, arm, and waist-back core muscle groups, one must also master some small techniques for fine-tuning posture in the air.

Before trying Handstand Push-up, beginners must do some basic strength and balance training in advance.

With Fang Cheng's current strength and agility attributes, completing high-difficulty actions like Handstand Push-up for ordinary people was simply a piece of cake.

Even carrying a 200-jin load-bearing object, he still behaved effortlessly and was exceptionally steady.

"1."

"2."

"3."

"..."

Fang Cheng stood inverted on his feet, stepping on the gloomy sky, silently reciting the count in his heart.

His arms sometimes bent and sometimes straightened, his shoulder and back muscles bulging from time to time like hills.

With a specific steady rhythm, he methodically did Handstand Push-ups.

As the number of exercises gradually increased, prompt messages of experience growth also floated across his eyes one after another.

When counting to 50, Fang Cheng maintained the posture of a double-handed handstand, paused, let out a breath, and rested for a while.

Looking at the progress bar on the panel which had always remained at 248 points, there was no sign of a Breakthrough for a long time.

After a brief thought in his heart, he immediately decided to challenge a more difficult action.

One-armed Handstand Push-up.

For Fang Cheng, the difficulty of this action did not lie in using the strength of one hand to support body weight plus a 200-jin load.

The key was how to ensure balance when the body was suspended in the air so as not to fall down.

If it was just maintaining a static state, it was relatively easier.

But if it was under the premise of carrying 200 jin, bending the arm and supporting with a single-hand posture, going down and up repeatedly.

Then, the requirements for the body's balance could be described as Heaven-Defying level.

However.

Fang Cheng still intended to give it a try.

After resting for two minutes, he let go of his left hand in one breath, supporting the ground only with his right hand.

Raindrops fell obliquely, blown by the wind to the east for a moment, and drifting to the west the next.

In this terrible environment where wind direction changed constantly, Fang Cheng's figure could not help swaying along with it.

Fortunately, he had been training for a long time and mastered rich skill experience.

He quickly made the action of slightly bending his back inward into an arc, and adjusted back to posture in a split second.

After finding a sense of balance, Fang Cheng tried his best to steady his swaying figure.

Then he began to bend his elbows, slowly lowering his posture until his head gently touched the concrete floor.

Then he straightened his right arm to fully prop up his lowered inverted body.

Finally.

He successfully completed a one-armed Handstand Push-up that ordinary people could never successfully achieve.

Fang Cheng's confidence greatly increased, and then he continued to repeat this action.

Bending his arms and elbows, sticking his head to the ground.

Straightening his arms and elbows, propping up his body.

The morning rain turned from fine silk-like drizzle into dense raindrops, pattering against his inverted and undulating body.

Chill kept seeping into his skin, like countless small insects gnawing, icy and piercingly cold.

But this little difficulty could not shake Fang Cheng's will and body at all.

With continuous practice, his posture became more and more stable, and his movements became smoother and smoother.

He even had the leisure to view the scenery of the distant business district from an upside-down perspective.

The elevated bridge with surging vehicles and the skyscrapers with faintly lit lights seemed to be all submerged in the wind and rain.

And he at this moment actually relied on the power of one person and one hand to prop up the entire city.

Fang Cheng's heart suddenly felt a touch.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and felt it with his heart.

He only felt that his feet could step on the dark clouds in the sky, and even the right arm supporting the ground seemed no longer needed.

Another gust of wind blew over, as if gently lifting his body.

Vaguely, there was a wonderful feeling of experiencing weightlessness and overcoming gravity.

And just drifting with the wind like that, stepping on the air in the rain, walking leisurely.

The city seemed to be slowly swallowed by the rain at this moment.

Only a single-armed handstand, constantly undulating figure persisted in proving the meaning of his hard work and exercise.

Suddenly, the panel flashed with a dazzling and brilliant light.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has progressed to the next level and has reached the Great Master level]

[Handstand Push-up lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill special effect "Air Walk"]

[Air Walk, makes the body and mind fully adapt to the sense of weightlessness, increasing balance ability and hang time by 100%]

With a "pata" sound.

Fang Cheng bent down to land his feet, stood straight up again, and stood firm on both legs.

Looking at the enhancement reward of this upgrade, his eyes were full of excitement.

Raising his head to look at the sky, the rain was falling heavier and heavier.

He immediately took out his coat from the rain shelter, put it on quickly, picked up the training equipment, and ran back downstairs.