276: Chapter 276 The Ability to Possess Three Major Breathing Techniques Simultaneously

At a little past six o'clock, Jiuchang Street was still shrouded in a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

The faint morning light, like a thin layer of gauze veil, made the distant buildings loom vaguely.

It seemed that the entire city had not yet completely emerged from the deep curtain of night.

On the rooftop of the Tubular Building, a muscular, naked figure rose and fell in the morning light.

He gripped the water pipe tightly with both hands, his body suspended in mid-air, outlining a line full of a sense of power.

Six heavy barbell plates were also hung from his waist with buttons, which greatly increased the difficulty of the training.

With each exertion, his back muscles tightened, and the bulging veins on his arms were faintly visible.

Then, relying on his powerful core strength, he slowly pulled his body up until his chin surpassed the water pipe.

When descending, he controlled his speed, letting his body sink slowly while maintaining Focus on feeling the stretch of every muscle.

He silently counted the reps in his mouth, his breathing rising and falling with the rhythm of his movements, steady and powerful.

Until he counted to the 300th time, he lowered his body, and his feet steadily stepped on the somewhat mottled concrete ground of the rooftop.

"Hoo————"

Fang Cheng let out a long sigh of relief, his chest rising and falling slowly.

He reached out to wipe his face, sweat beads sliding down his arms and blooming into small dark marks on the ground.

Fang Cheng then unfastened the device holding the barbell plates at his waist and gently placed it aside.

This was already the fifth set of weighted Pull-up.

At this point, he had also successfully completed all of today's physical training items.

Fang Cheng moved his somewhat sore shoulders and arms, and a series of roasted-bean-like "crack-crack" sounds came from his joints.

At this time, Jiuchang Street was gradually showing some activity.

In the alley downstairs, a few breakfast shops drifted with curling kitchen smoke.

The aroma of fried dough sticks and the mellow taste of soybean milk, mixed with the unique fresh air of early morning, drilled into his nasal cavity.

In the distance, pedestrians hurried past; the sound of footsteps, conversation, and the clanging of tricycles came vaguely.

The sky gradually brightened, bringing a bit of worldly flavor to the originally quiet neighborhood.

Fang Cheng walked to the edge of the rooftop, pressed his hands on the railing, and gazed at the city scenery in the distance.

The reinforced concrete buildings stretched their outlines in the morning light, and wisps of thin mist slowly lingered between the gaps of the buildings.

Fang Cheng stared blankly for a moment, and the sports watch on his wrist suddenly vibrated, prompting him to look down.

The blue light of the screen lit up, clearly displaying the number 6:30.

This was the pre-set training deadline.

From waking up promptly at five o'clock to completing his physical training now, it was less than an hour and a half.

In other words, he had used just over an hour to complete ahead of schedule the training volume that previously required nearly two hours.

As his Agility attribute exceeded the 40-point limit, Fang Cheng's control over his whole body's muscles rose to a brand-new height.

With less power, he could achieve the same effect as before.

This leap in control was clearly perceptible.

Just like the last set of Pull-up just now.

Even though his body had entered a state of fatigue, the weight of the barbell plates hanging from his waist made his shoulder blades feel heavy.

Fang Cheng could still mobilize every inch of fibers in his erector spinae as much as possible, using 30% less exertion amplitude than usual to let his chin steadily surpass the height of the water pipe.

This sense of precision in directing his body's muscle groups as easily as an arm directs a finger was simply as meticulous and flawless as a precision instrument.

"It seems that the training intensity can be significantly increased next..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he roughly estimated in his heart.

After his Agility attribute broke through the limit value, the actual effect of his first full-item workout was enough to prove that his Physique could completely withstand even more abnormal training intensities.

Conservatively estimated, the existing training volume could be increased by 50% to 100%, thereby further accelerating the progress of skill experience enhancement.

As for whether the intensity was too high, there was no need for excessive worry.

Even if occasional training overloads led to muscle strain, he also mastered Qigong, which had health-preserving and conditioning functions.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, then walked towards the center of the rooftop, separated his feet, and planted a stable horse stance.

According to custom, he began the concluding Qigong practice.

"Hurl-hurl——"

Fang Cheng fixed his gaze and concentrated his mind, circulating True Qi, and his nasal breathing made an ethereal, elusive sound.

"Rumble rumble rumble————"

In an instant, his whole body's muscles, bones, and blood also trembled together, continuously making a resonant sound.

Vaguely, it was as if thunder really came from the horizon, and tigers and leopards were roaring softly nearby.

In just a few breaths, Fang Cheng's entire person was like a steamer, producing a miraculous and strange vision.

White smoke constantly poured out from his legs, hands, shoulders, and the top of his head, as if the heat inside his body was steaming and releasing outward.

When the gradually brightening sunlight dispelled the thin mist and shone on his ruddy face.

One could clearly see a layer of fine sweat beads seeping out on the surface of his skin, sparkling and crystal-clear, rolling slightly.

Fang Cheng held his chest and pulled his back, his waist sinking down.

Maintaining this posture just like that, he continuously inhaled and exhaled, repeating in a cycle, practicing unremittingly.

After half a quarter of an hour, his entire body was as if boiled; his skin was flushed red, his veins bulged, and the white smoke formed by the evaporation of sweat became thicker and more obvious.

As more and more heat was released from his pores, the temperature on his body surface also climbed rapidly upwards.

"Roar!"

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliant light, like a tiger or leopard suddenly shouting out.

In an instant, a layer of light red shimmer rose from his body surface, as if a flame were burning under his skin.

At this moment, looking inward at himself.

One could clearly see that the vast ocean at the Dantian surged violently.

Bubbles of gurgling kept rising upwards, just like a pot of boiling water.

And the deepest trench beneath sea level first oozed crimson light, and then opened like a floodgate.

The hidden "volcano" erupted suddenly, and a column of scorching magma violently rose, breaking through the sea surface.

In an instant, a sea of fire ignited within the Dantian.

Thick magma wrapped in boiling bubbles swept upwards, shockingly turning into a crimson True Qi that surged out from his abdomen and flowed into his whole body.

That crimson True Qi rampaged along countless meridians and Bloodlines, the vessel walls were scorched bright, and the blood in the blood vessels even bubbled with boiling foam.

The joints along the way made slight "crack-crack" sounds, like cracks in the Earth's crust forced open by magma.

It first darted into the spine, burning all the way from the coccyx to the back of the neck; the heat current made his scalp numb, and the firelight directly burst out from the top of his head with a bang.

Afterwards, it split into two streams rushing to both arms, gathering into fireballs on his palms, scalding his bulging biceps like red-hot iron blocks.

Finally, it poured down into the femurs of both legs, exploding a circle of scorching air waves at the soles of his feet.

In just a few breaths, this magma-like True Qi had traveled through his whole body along his Bloodlines.

Even the smallest capillaries were burned transparently, resembling tens of thousands of burning golden threads dancing beneath his skin.

"Hoo——chi——"

Fang Cheng's face was flushed red, spraying two streams of scorching white air from his nostrils, his chest opening and closing violently like a bellows.

Every inhalation tugged at his ribs, making a slight sound, and the inhaled air rapidly heated up in his lungs, turning into scorching air waves that impacted his diaphragm.

He could even hear the roaring of blood rushing in his blood vessels, and his heartbeat was like a beating drum, every single beat pumping scorching blood to all his limbs and bones.

As his Qi and blood surged, the firelight erupting from his whole body became increasingly fierce, gradually changing from light red to crimson, as if substantial flames were burning on the surface of his skin and muscles.

The cotton underwear on his body was the first to fail to withstand the high temperature; a few clusters of small flames suddenly sprang up at the waistband, the edges of the fabric curling into charred hard lumps, rapidly carbonizing and peeling off.

Subsequently, wisps of blue smoke rose from the contact point between the soles of his feet and the ground, and the concrete floor was scorched to a sizzling sound.

Even the air around his body fluctuated violently due to the high-temperature roasting, and the light twisted into blurred ripples.

Viewed from afar, he was simply a blazing humanoid torch.

This scene was simply too shocking and terrifying, as if a Mortal had ignited the divine spark within their Physical Body.

Fortunately, it was still a little past six o'clock, and early in the morning, only Fang Cheng was alone on the rooftop.

The distance was also foggy, and no one was gazing at the scenery of the buildings here at all.

Fang Cheng circulated the Flame Breathing Technique for a few breaths, and suddenly his gaze flashed.

After exhaling a breath, he then inhaled another breath.

A continuous and slender airflow naturally poured in from his nostrils, descending sequentially.

Like a breeze blowing across his internal organs, a sense of coolness arose instantly.

At the same time, it was as if a sweet rain had descended upon the Dantian, gradually extinguishing the scorching lava, and curling water vapor rose amidst "sizzling" sounds.

A bright blue True Qi gushed out from his abdomen, spreading into thousands of tiny water streams, pouring down along the countless meridians of his body like glacier meltwater.

The blood that had just been boiling rapidly cooled down, the foam in the blood vessels quietly dissipated, turning into a clear stream flowing back to the heart.

The burning sensation of the internal organs was replaced by a gentle coolness, and a chill went straight up his spine.

The whole person was like being immersed in ice water during the hottest days of summer, and his tense muscles instantly gained stretch and relaxation.

With the operation of Water Breathing, the crimson firelight on the surface of Fang Cheng's body suddenly contracted, retreating beneath his skin like a tide.

Replaced by it, a faint water-blue halo emerged.

The halo shrouded his whole body like a thin mist, as if it had life, adsorbing the water molecules in the surrounding air.

Transparent dewdrops gradually condensed on the surface of his skin, and then were sucked back into the body through the pores.

He actually used this method to make up for the bodily fluids evaporated by the high temperature.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm as water, silently operating Qigong, feeling the Qi and blood in his body running smoothly like a river.

The orange flames jumping in his pupils quietly extinguished, turning into two tiny sparks that sank into the depths of his eyes.

"Rumble————"

With the re-use of Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound, Fang Cheng's whole body trembled slightly, and he deeply exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The surging breath and blood in his body also quickly returned to normal following this rhythm, becoming unhurried.

Then he closed his eyes lightly, letting the water-blue halo circulate on his body surface like morning mist, until the last trace of aftertaste dissipated.

At this moment, he was like a jade statue.

The morning light plated his outline with a faint golden rim, and his naked skin emitted a warm porcelain luster, revealing a newborn-like delicate texture.

The roughness left by years of exercise seemed to have quietly faded away a bit.

His chest rose and fell slightly, with water droplets still remaining, dripping onto the concrete floor scorched black by the high temperature.

Proving that the ice-and-fire quenching just now was not an illusion.

Fang Cheng abruptly opened his eyes, looking at the light blue light screen flashing and emerging before him.

[You simultaneously operated three Breathing Techniques for the first time, Qigong experience +30]

[Qigong lv2 (30/500)]

Seeing this prompt information, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, and his vision fell on the Dantian position below his abdomen.

A cluster of bright blue True Qi inhabited here, like a boundless and tranquil ocean.

Without ripples, with a gentle breeze and light clouds, it seemed as if no changes had taken place.

As for the bottom of the sea, it faintly presented a crimson color, and from time to time, bubbles gurgled upwards.

Like a dormant, sleeping volcano, it looked calm, but in reality, it contained scorching, magnificent energy like magma, which could surge and erupt at any time.

"Hoo..."

Looking at the Dantian True Qi that had returned to its original appearance, Fang Cheng let out a light sigh.

The soles of his feet ground over the charred ground, exertion suddenly burst from the bottoms of his feet, his waist straightened, and with a single leap he stood back up.

At the same time, the dewdrops adsorbed and condensed all over his body instantly fell to his feet like rain with a rustling sound.

Fang Cheng straightened his waist and back, and moved his neck and limb joints.

Listening to the series of "clack" sounds emitted by his bones, like piano keys knocking against each other, it was crisp and pleasant to the ear.

The muscles all over his body were slightly warm, with a sense of gratification after a fierce hand-to-hand combat battle with someone.

At the same time, every pore exuded a freshness like the clearing after a shower, indescribably comfortable and cozy.

It was like enjoying a super-doubled, ice-and-fire double-heaven massage.

Gazing at the rising morning sun in the distance, Fang Cheng's face was illuminated red, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a trace of a smile.

Within a short half an hour, continuously operating Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound, Flame Breathing, and Water Breathing, the effect turned out to be so astonishing.

Moreover, through this bold attempt, it also verified his mind's thoughts on the Cultivation of Qigong.

Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound.

As the Tai Chi health-cultivation method taught by Ma Jianguo, it could be said to belong to the most orthodox Breathing Technique.

By imitating the phenomenon of felines purring, utilizing high-frequency resonance to exercise tendons, bones, skin, membranes, and internal organs, it enhanced his Physique.

At the same time, during this process, it could also eliminate muscle fatigue to a certain extent, straighten out the breath of the internal organs, and develop the Qi sensation.

Moreover, through open-vowel sounds, he could make his whole body's Qi and blood boil, increasing instantaneous explosive power.

Water Breathing.

A gift from Yongan Island, an epic-level talent accidentally awakened in the state of harmony between man and nature.

Aside from those special abilities related to the ocean and the mermen, this talent itself was a very comprehensive and practical Breathing Technique.

It had impressive performances in aspects such as attack, defense, and healing.

The speed of operating True Qi was very fast, smooth and unobstructed like flowing water, with almost no pause when switching Moves, unlike other Breathing Techniques that required charging and preparation time.

When fighting against enemies, he could quickly react according to different situations, instantly carrying out effective defense and counterattacks.

The most important point, the water-attribute bright blue True Qi came with the characteristics of gentleness, stability, and nourishment, having an extremely high healing effect on internal injuries, and could also alleviate muscle trauma.

The only flaw was the lack of explosive power; when encountering a strong enemy, the combat capability of Water Breathing might reach its limit value, appearing weak in follow-through.

Flame Breathing.

This newly comprehended Breathing Technique might have some connection with the spirituality of the golden bumpa bottle.

It belonged to a Breathing Technique with unusually fierce and domineering attacks, possessing stronger lethality and explosive power.

Its defensive capability was slightly inferior to Water Breathing, but it had miraculous effects in high-temperature environments.

The ability in terms of healing was almost nonexistent; instead, long-term use would cause an additional burden on the body, carrying the risk of injury.

Moreover, when using this Breathing Technique to attack, the consumption of True Qi per unit time almost reached more than three times that of using Water Breathing.

Of course, the damage upper limit could naturally be raised to an unimaginable degree, and there was continuous damage after hitting the enemy.

Combined with the Qilin Arm, the power was even more astonishing, like a missile launch, capable of achieving a one-hit kill with a speed difficult for the enemy to react to, completing a decapitation operation.

These three Breathing Techniques could be said to each have their wonderful uses, mutually complementing deficiencies and able to be transformed at any time.

"Just how powerful am I right now..."

Fang Cheng held his head high and chest out, looking at the city shrouded in morning light, unable to help his surging emotions.

Thinking narcissistically, he suddenly felt a bit chilly in his crotch.

Looking down, he only then discovered that the only red underwear he was wearing had been burned to ashes.

At this moment, there were shockingly only a few strands of charred cloth hanging between his hips, fluttering gently with the wind.

Fang Cheng couldn't help shrinking his neck, quickly looking around at the windows of the surrounding buildings.

Don't let anyone treat him as a perverted exhibitionist!

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng quickly rummaged a pair of sports shorts out of his bag and put them on with lightning speed.

Then he put on his outer clothes, picked up his training props, and darted quickly towards the stairway like a chased rabbit, not daring to stay a moment longer.

(End of Chapter)