205: Chapter 205 Master-Level Muay Thai, "Overlord Body"

Chapter 205: Master-level Muay Thai, "Super Armor"

Sunlight poked through the gap in the curtains, dispelling the lingering night.

As a continuous "whoosh" sound echoed through the air, the mottled light and shadows swayed like leaping elves.

A muscular figure was practicing Shadow Boxing in the cramped bedroom, throwing powerful and forceful Punching techniques.

When throwing punches, the veins on his arms bulged like a fully drawn bowstring, and one could hear the whistling sound of power surging and converging within them.

Between kicks, the leg muscles bulged like a tense spring being instantly released, and with a single kick, the airflow drove the curtains to jerk upward and roll up high.

Under the morning light, the muscle lines, as if cast from fine steel, appeared even more engorged and distinct.

As the movements unfolded, the muscles undulated and contracted like waves, smooth and natural.

It was as if this were a silent performance of power and beauty.

On the desk, the cassette player's tape had long stopped spinning, and the hands of the alarm clock ticked forward unhurriedly.

The sunlight became increasingly thick and passionate, pouring down in large swathes through the curtains.

The light transformed from thin threads into beams, its brightness climbing exponentially, outlining that vigorous, God of War-like physique, as if draped in a layer of glowing golden gauze.

Yet at this moment, sweat surged from his forehead like a breached dam, rolling down his chiseled, resolute face.

"Drip," "drip."

They continuously smashed onto the old floor beneath his feet, splashing up tiny yet scalding "water splashes."

The air was permeated with a boiling-hot scent, as if one had arrived in the scorching midsummer.

"Huff... huff..."

Fang Cheng's chest heaved violently as he took heavy, ragged breaths.

After a whole night of high-intensity fist practice, his physical strength had long been consumed to the limit.

His sweat had already soaked his clothes and trousers, which he casually stripped off and threw on the ground.

Despite this, Fang Cheng's gaze remained as bright and scorching as a torch, tightly locking onto his imaginary enemy.

His gaze was focused to the point of near madness, as if raging fires were burning all over his body, emitting an incomparably scorching aura.

With each punch, the various disturbances of the outside world were torn apart, burned, and reduced to ashes.

Leaving only this square inch of land before his eyes to serve as a battlefield for the strong.

Bang!

An explosive sound abruptly shattered the silence, caused by the fierce wind of his punches.

Fang Cheng suddenly stopped, his knees kneeling heavily onto the floor.

As if using up the last ounce of strength in his entire body, he allowed his exhausted body, having completed its final punch, to find a moment of support.

Yet his spine stubbornly remained straight, and his hands slowly pressed together, placed in front of his chest.

Finally, with a ritualistic kneeling bow, he ended this nearly perverted cultivation, and only then did his entire body completely relax.

Fang Cheng leaned his body slightly forward, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, only feeling his throat so parched it was about to smoke.

Every breath felt like it was pulling at his battered body, producing a heavy sound.

After struggling through a few deep breaths, he slowly raised his head.

Looking at the panel before him that was even more dazzling than the sunlight, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, blooming into an equally brilliant smile.

[Congratulations, through unremitting effort, your skill has achieved Perfection and reached the Great Master level]

[Muay Thai Lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill special effect "Super Armor"]

Looking at the prompt information for the skill upgrade, the exhaustion on Fang Cheng's face instantly dissipated, filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He had never tried practicing fist techniques for such a long time like this.

To be honest, even if he activated the Focus Skill, entering a state of single-mindedness and going all out, it would at most last for a few hours before his spirit approached the verge of collapse.

Yet this time, the situation was completely different.

Fang Cheng had relied entirely on a steel-like physique forged through countless temperings, as well as an unyielding, fiercely burning flame-like will, to persist until the end.

Perhaps precisely because he had experienced such harsh punching technique practice, it was reflected in the additional enhancement after the skill upgrade.

Fang Cheng licked his dry, peeling lips, staring brightly at the specific content of the skill's special effect.

"A fighting will burning intensely like a fire fills the entire body, immune to all control skills within 3 seconds, reducing damage taken by 50%. During this period, all actions will not be interrupted, and no pain or fear will be felt."

If one were to metaphorically describe this skill effect, it was just like the super-armor/super-stun state in fighting games.

Carrying all damage, continuously executing moves, even if he stood there and let the enemy beat him, he wouldn't fall.

Although a duration of 3 seconds seemed relatively short.

But if used properly, the effect could be extremely astonishing, playing a key role in sealing the outcome.

In games, one could anticipate the enemy's impending release of control skills or ultimate moves, activating the "Super Armor" state in advance to counter and create an advantage for subsequent battles.

Placed in a real combat scenario, Fang Cheng could completely rely on this skill special effect to achieve much more.

For instance, using it simultaneously with the "Qilin Arm" to create a charging time of at least 3 seconds free from interruption, allowing him to successfully release his ultimate move.

Or quickly closing in for close-combat melee, after activating the skill, a storm-like attack would follow one after another, using continuous combination punches, alternating elbow strikes and knee strikes to leave the opponent completely defenseless.

He could also instantly activate the skill when suffering a close-range sneak attack from the enemy with his life threatened, using a nearly invincible state to counterattack and turn passivity into initiative.

This state was precisely the prime opportunity used to seize full explosive output.

Within the 3-second timeframe, he could forge ahead with a do-or-die attitude, executing combat actions without any reservations, without needing to worry about control, damage, or negative status interference.

In the end, what it boiled down to was resilience, seeing who among them would be the first to fail to withstand the fierce collision and collapse with a crash.

Fang Cheng's heart churned intensely, and scenes of both sides crazily attacking and beating each other without reservation involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

That feeling of punches connecting solidly to flesh felt as though it could be personally experienced, scorching his fighting spirit.

After resting for a moment, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Then, moving his exhausted body, he climbed back up and looked at the time displayed by the alarm clock on the desk.

It was already 8:52.

The battery of the cassette player placed nearby had run out, and the tape had long stopped spinning.

He reached out to pull open the curtains and pushed open the window.

The warm sunlight instantly poured into the room like a golden stream, surging and rejoicing.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath of the newly rushed-in fresh air, drawing the trace of coolness into his nasal cavity and all the way down his trachea.

He let the vibrant aura circulate between his lungs and viscera, quietly enjoying this moment of tranquility and beauty.

After more than a dozen hours of fist technique practice.

His legs were as heavy as if filled with lead, and his arms were extremely sore.

Yet Fang Cheng's gaze was still glowing brightly, never having been so clear and firm before.

Because he had once again broken through his past limits, taking a solid, massive step forward on this path of becoming stronger.

Even if the road ahead remained dense with thorns, he possessed the confidence to raise his fists and face everything head-on.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's pupils flashed, gathering his Focus.

Immediately facing the morning sun, he parted his legs, sank his waist, and assumed a horse stance.

Hoo-roo-roo——

As his whole body trembled slightly, his breathing exhaled a faint, illusory low roar of a tiger and leopard.

A continuous, slender stream of air naturally entered from his nostrils and traveled downward sequentially.

It was like a gentle breeze blowing across his five viscera and six bowels, instantly generating a sense of coolness.

Afterwards, sweet spring water emerged from his abdomen, gurgling and flowing to permeate his entire limbs and bones, irrigating and nourishing the parched land.

Under the sunlight, every pore on Fang Cheng's body appeared exceptionally clear.

It was as if his entire body had been illuminated to translucency and brightness, absorbing the purest energy of nature.

With every inhalation and exhalation, True Qi circulated through his body in sequence once, relieving muscle fatigue and lubricating joint wear.

The room constantly echoed with muffled rumbling thunder, and his breath was continually inhaled and exhaled, repeating in a cycle for metabolism.

"Hoo————"

Two streams of white smoke spewed out from his nostrils like arrows.

After practicing Qigong for half an hour, with the completion of the final breathing action, Fang Cheng slowly stood up.

Then, he unhurriedly moved his hands and feet, flexing and stretching his limbs one by one, causing his joints to produce a series of subtle "crack-crack" sounds.

The heavy, lead-like feeling in his body was significantly reduced, and every sore muscle seemed to be reawakened, radiating a vibrant vitality.

It was as if a warm and continuous stream of energy was flowing through, and the sense of exhilaration was beyond words.

After his fatigue was relieved, Fang Cheng swiftly turned around and pushed open the bedroom door.

He walked briskly to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out two bottles of sports drinks.

No single mistake, first released, internal content, check one by one!

Pressing his thumb on the bottle cap and applying a little force, with a soft "pop" sound, the bottle mouth opened.

Fang Cheng directly tilted his head back and chugged a large mouthful.

As his Adam's apple rolled, the ice-cold liquid flowed down his windpipe into his stomach and intestines, bringing a wave of stimulation.

It also made the cells of his entire body instantly excited, dispelling the remaining fatigue and bringing a sense of physical recovery.

After finishing two bottles of drinks, Fang Cheng threw the bottles into the trash can, wiped the corner of his mouth, and revealed a satisfied smile.

Following closely, he took out a pile of ready-to-eat foods from the refrigerator, such as chicken breast sandwiches, spiced beef, and braised chicken legs.

Sitting in front of the dining table, he swallowed ravenously while introspecting his body to observe the recovery status.

This relatively mild regimen and Qigong practice had a very significant conditioning effect on physical overdraw and muscle fatigue.

Only that azure blue ocean within his Dantian had slightly decreased a bit more compared to before.

Ever since that night's battle with Jiang Chen, Fang Cheng had not absorbed the ancient remains for the sake of safety.

Now it seemed that relying on daily practice of Breathing Techniques and heavy eating to replenish True Qi was still far too slow in efficiency.

Thinking of the many hidden dangers around him, Fang Cheng's thoughts stirred slightly, deciding that it was better to maintain an abundant state at all times.

The metal box and travel bag stored at Zhou Xiumei's place had already been retrieved back.

Later on, under the premise of taking protective measures, he could try absorbing the radiant energy of the ancient bones at home, allowing the True Qi in his Dantian to approach Perfection once again.

Fang Cheng grabbed a chicken leg in one hand and a sandwich in the other, biting into them ravenously.

His cheeks bulged and wriggled, the speed of swallowing couldn't keep up with the eagerness of eating, and crumbs continuously fell from the corners of his mouth without him caring at all.

The power contained within True Qi was truly astonishing.

Once unleashed, it could often reverse the battle situation in an instant, catching the enemy off guard.

But every time True Qi was invoked in actual combat, one's own consumption was likewise extremely huge.

Sometimes Fang Cheng was even reluctant to easily mobilize this power.

After all, this thing, on some level, was equivalent to his own life energy.

Once excessively depleted, it would not only endanger physical health, but might even affect lifespan issues.

Therefore, how to cleverly apply it in actual combat and improve the usage efficiency of True Qi had become a key problem that Fang Cheng urgently needed to solve.

Only by doing so could he trade for the greatest victory with the smallest cost in future struggles with enemies.

The food in his hand was still continuously being sent to his mouth, his stomach gradually developed a sense of fullness, yet his thoughts were still spinning in his mind.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the skill panel.

Perhaps only after the "Qigong" skill level rose to the Great Master level could this low-efficiency usage situation hope to be improved.

However.

When his sight fell on the prompt information showing only 2 points of experience gained after his practice just now, Fang Cheng still felt somewhat helpless.

Practicing skills step-by-step on ordinary days, the speed of experience enhancement was about the same as a snail crawling.

Wanting to rely on grinding effort to achieve this exclusive skill advancement, he didn't know how much longer it would take.

From the current perspective, the most efficient shortcut for enhancement, aside from combat, was none other than attempting to fuse other skills.

By leveraging the complementary and mutually beneficial characteristics between different skills, he could achieve leap-type growth and gain additional exclusive skill enhancement special effects.

At this thought, Fang Cheng's gaze swept across the panel, looking at the three similar skills among them that could be fused by "Qigong".

[Bone-setting Lv0 (43/100)]

[Acupoint Striking Lv0 (20/100)]

[Tuina Massage Lv0 (19/100)]

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The footsteps of the Spring Festival were drawing closer by the day.

In these few days approaching the New Year, the weather was exceptionally good.

The bright sunlight added a few traces of melting warmth and New Year atmosphere to the winter day.

The neighbors on Jiuchang Street were all hanging lanterns and couplets, presenting a scene of vibrant red prosperity.

At the entrance of Lin Fushengs Orthopedic Clinic, a group of children ran and chased each other, playing playfully on the street.

Throwing firecrackers in their hands onto the ground from time to time, they exploded with a " crackling" sound, startling a chorus of cheers.

Wen Xin stood quietly in the shop, her face pressed closely against the glass door, her gaze looking through that transparent barrier toward the bustling world outside.

"If you want to play, go outside and play for a while."

A trace of a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, Fang Cheng stepped forward and persuaded, "It's good to get to know a few more friends."

Wen Xin shook her head slightly and replied in a low voice:

"Those firecrackers are too dangerous. If they accidentally get thrown onto you, it hurts a lot."

Although she said that, her eyes were still staring outside, a trace of imperceptible yearning flashing through her pupils.

Fang Cheng gently patted her shoulder and didn't say anything further.

Wen Xin's childhood life experiences made her appear overly introverted and lacking in self-confidence; she still needed to slowly adjust her mindset and cultivate an optimistic and cheerful side.

Fang Cheng turned around and caught sight of Wen Huiyi, who was busy performing Tuina Massage for a customer.

Her technique was very proficient, her expression serious, and her face lacked its past pale and morbid look, instead having a few more hints of a rosy complexion.

"At least everyone's lives are developing in a good direction..."

Fang Cheng sighed silently in his heart.

Over the past two or three days, he had been helping out here all along.

Because his body shape had changed quite a bit recently, it wasn't suitable to expose his muscles and go do sparring partner work.

Fang Cheng simply didn't go to work at the club, but instead ran to Master Lin's orthopedic clinic to concentrate on practicing medical skills.

After a few days, the skill experiences for the three items—Bone-setting, Tuina Massage, and Acupoint Striking—had all increased quite a bit.

Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and the orthopedic clinic was also going to start its holiday break.

As for the hospital side, he had just made a phone call with his uncle and learned that his grandfather could process discharge procedures in the afternoon.

Fang Cheng's whole body relaxed. Seeing that the shop wasn't busy right now, he intended to say goodbye to Master Lin and prepare to get off work to pick up his grandfather from the hospital.

Right at this moment, the glass door was brutally pushed open with a "clatter" sound.

A yellow-haired youth stumbled and rushed in.

He was bruised and battered, his clothes torn in several places, his face full of panic and anxiety, shouting out breathlessly:

"Fang... Mr. Fang, it's bad, something happened to my big brother!"