287: Chapter 287 Grandmaster-Level Boxing! Infinite Combo!

Caution is the survival Law of beasts.

Before figuring out the true intentions of the Special Investigation Team in taking away Xu Hao and the subsequent actions they would take, gathering more intelligence was much safer than leaving rashly.

Fang Cheng chose a corner far from the scene with slightly higher terrain.

Like a dormant Night Owl with bright, piercing eyes, he pushed his sensory abilities to the limit, silently locking onto the area where it had happened.

For ordinary people, at a distance of nearly one kilometer, they could only see blurred lights and couldn't even make out the silhouettes of figures in the dark.

But for Fang Cheng, whose mental attribute was as high as 47 points, everything was clearly discernible and presented in his field of view.

Even the faint sounds drifting in the air could be captured by his superhuman hearing.

That man known as "Officer Gao" still had a stalwart and upright figure, but from his standing posture, he appeared somewhat rigid.

It seemed that the previous battle had also consumed a great deal of him.

At this moment, he was standing next to a black business car, listening to the brief reports from his subordinates, occasionally sweeping his sharp gaze across the surrounding darkness with a high degree of vigilance.

As for those two heavily injured administrative officers, they were also grinning and wincing at this moment, receiving emergency medical treatment from other support team members.

The medical staff wearing combat uniforms skillfully cleaned their wounds, immobilized their fractured parts, and injected painkillers.

Fang Cheng could faintly hear their complaints and cries of pain:

"Hiss... lighter, buddy... Ribs! The ribs are broken..."

This was the voice of Officer Zhou Liang, carrying a hint of weakness.

"Damn it, I almost thought I was going to kick the bucket here... That guy is simply a monster!"

This was A-Li grumbling and cursing, his voice revealing an unhidden lingering fear.

As for that Officer Gao, he only glanced at them occasionally, and most of the time he was communicating in a low voice with another bespectacled man who seemed to be a team leader.

Fang Cheng concentrated his Focus and captured some intermittent words cut off by the night wind.

"Not many remaining traces at the scene... Footprints detected... No contamination characteristics found..."

"Operation confidentiality level upgraded... Standard cleanup completed... Evacuate as soon as possible..."

Gao Jin's voice was deep and powerful; even across such a distance, one could feel the majesty and boldness contained within it.

The other members of the Special Investigation Team were busy efficiently.

Someone was holding professional instruments to scan the ground and air, seemingly detecting energy fluctuations or collecting certain data.

Someone was quickly cleaning up the scattered vehicle fragments and the various messes generated during the battle, nimbly putting some of the debris into special bags.

Others were on guard at the perimeter, setting up blockade lines to ensure no irrelevant personnel approached.

The whole process was methodical, like a machine Running, showing the team's extremely high professional competence and discipline.

A dozen minutes later, the cleanup of the scene was basically completed.

The injured Officer Zhou Liang and A-Li had already been helped onto a new Wuling sedan.

As for Xu Hao, who had been knocked unconscious, he was also lifted onto that modified black business car.

Gao Jin finally took a glance at this land ravaged by battle, his eyes complex and hard to decipher.

Then with a wave of his hand, all team members immediately withdrew and quickly boarded their respective vehicles.

The slight roaring sounds of engines starting came one after another.

Several cars formed a small motorcade and drove away from the scene without looking back, soon disappearing into the night at the end of the highway.

Leaving behind the scorched wasteland that had been cleaned up, but where traces of fierce fighting could still be seen.

Fang Cheng stood still in place for a moment, his gaze following the direction where the Special Investigation Team's vehicles drove away.

He did not choose to tail and track, nor did he leave immediately, but continued to look around.

Like the most patient hunter, he confirmed that there were neither hidden surveillance points around nor suspicious auras or prying gazes.

Until the area near the highway completely recovered the silence that late night should have.

Only the wailing wind and the faint car noises coming from afar remained.

Fang Cheng glanced at the time displayed on his mobile phone screen —— 12:07.

It was already past midnight.

Tonight, there was no way to return to his cozy little nest to rest, nor was it suitable to continue taking risks.

Fang Cheng pondered slightly, and a decision formed in his heart.

He adjusted the strap of his messenger bag and took one last look at the land ravaged by battle.

Then his figure flickered, and he leaped down silently, sinking into the deeper darkness.

Along the farmland and wasteland beside the highway, he sneaked towards the unfinished apartment in Guanlan District that almost no one knew about.

There would be his temporary stronghold for the next period of time.

...

Early the next morning, when the sky was just turning pale and the city was still in the silence of sleep.

Inside an unfinished apartment in a high-rise residential building in Guanlan District, it was already filled with the power of life's rhythm.

The cement floor was cold and rough, the walls exposed gray concrete, and a few wires hung down casually.

Sandbags, putty powder, and other decoration Materials were piled in the corner, along with scattered tools and cut-off waste, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dust.

However, this crude and messy environment could not hide the almost cruel self-tempering currently taking place here in the slightest.

"990."

"991."

"992."

"993."

Fang Cheng was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose sports shorts, his bronze skin glowing with a healthy sheen under the faint morning light.

With his palms supporting the ground and his body straight like a javelin, he was performing Push-ups at an astonishing speed.

Every time he lowered himself, his chest almost touched the ground; every time he pushed up, his arm muscles bulged instantly, erupting with powerful strength.

The movements were so fast that they only left afterimages, just like a pile driver, simultaneously challenging the limits of human speed and strength.

The muffled "pu-pu" sounds echoed rhythmically in the empty room.

Sweat slid down his well-defined cheeks and neck, dripping onto the cold cement floor and splashing dark water flowers.

"997."

"998."

"999."

"1000!"

Accompanied by the last low count, Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly, and his supporting posture on the ground suddenly changed.

The hands that originally supported his body steadily suddenly closed their five fingers, leaving only the index and middle fingers.

Like two steel bars, they were firmly nailed to the cold and rough cement floor.

After completing 3 sets of 1000 standard Push-ups, Fang Cheng was somewhat dissatisfied with the effect of today's exercise.

He simply increased the difficulty significantly and continued to challenge Two-Finger Push-ups.

His body remained as straight as a ruler, with no collapse in his waist and back.

Relying solely on the strength of two fingers, he once again began a new set of Push-up training at an astonishing speed.

An action as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people was done smoothly and rhythmically by Fang Cheng.

As if this was the normal exercise pattern his body should have.

This was no longer a pure exercise, but a continuous challenge to the limits of physical fitness.

After completing another consecutive 1000 Two-Finger Push-ups, Fang Cheng let out a long breath of satisfaction and slowly stood up.

Then he assumed a stance posture, exhaled and inhaled, his whole body's muscles trembling slightly, faintly emitting the sound of thunder.

After resting and adjusting for a few minutes, Fang Cheng walked to the center of the living room and looked up towards the underside of the ceiling.

Several thick steel tubes had been fixed there with expansion screws, building a rudimentary yet sufficiently sturdy prototype of a training rack.

Fang Cheng leaped forward, his hands firmly grabbing the steel tube above his head, his body suspended in the air without the slightest sway.

The next moment, his latissimus dorsi suddenly exerted force, contracting violently like two tough wing panels, driving his entire body to pull upwards fiercely.

His chin easily crossed the cold steel tube, the movement clean and neat, full of explosive power.

Basic actions like Pull-ups had long lost their challenge for him.

At this moment, what Fang Cheng pursued was the continuous number of repetitions under extreme speed and explosive force.

Sweat droplets, like broken beads, constantly flew off his firm muscles as his body quickly rose and fell during the Pull-ups.

"Hoo-cha—"

Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of foul air and rested for a moment.

He completed 1 set of 1000 Pull-ups.

Immediately following was a new set of 1000 Hanging Leg Raises.

Fang Cheng stabilized his core, kept his legs together and taut, and relying on that superhuman waist and abdominal strength, he lifted and flipped his legs upwards until his toes steadily touched the steel tube above his head.

He thus easily completed a Hanging Leg Raise, and it was the extremely difficult straight-leg bar touch.

The muscle blocks between his waist and abdomen were distinct, like the hardest armor plates, and every Leg Raise drove the coordinated operation of his whole body's strength.

Set after set, he was like a tireless machine.

Sweat had long soaked his sports shorts, flowing wantonly along the ravines and lines of his muscles.

Heavy but extremely rhythmic breathing sounds echoed in the empty room.

Mixed with the surging heat brought by the evaporation of sweat, it created an atmosphere of primitive, blazing, and purely masculine aura.

This body, tempered countless times, had long broken away from the mundane category, with every inch containing strength enough to shock ordinary people.

At this time, outside the window were rows of modern buildings gradually waking up.

Further away, over the sparkling sea, a red sun was slowly rising.

Sunlight passed through the gaps between the buildings, penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, and poured in like a waterfall, landing precisely on Fang Cheng's sweating body.

The rough cement walls and the cold steel frame seemed to be dyed with a layer of warm filter under the reflection of the morning light.

And Fang Cheng under the sunlight had his bronze skin shining with a healthy luster, and the flowing sweat droplets refracted bits of dazzling golden light.

The bulging muscle lines were as clearly visible as if carved by knives and chisels, full of a primitive and wild sense of power.

At this moment, sweat, muscle, and sunlight intertwined, producing an illusion that was close to sacred.

As if it were a meticulously sculpted statue of the God of War with vibrant vitality.

When the sense of physical excitement reached a certain peak, Fang Cheng's movements gradually slowed down, his body completed the last exertion in the air, and he hung steadily.

Then, controlling his strength, he slowly descended from the steel tube, and his feet stepped on the ground, making a sound as slight as a falling feather.

Fang Cheng's chest rose and fell powerfully, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing, feeling the burning sensation of blood surging in his blood vessels, and letting the sweat slide off his body unrestrainedly.

While his eyes shone brightly, a light-blue translucent light screen emerged before his eyes.

[Push-up Experience + 6]

[Push-up Lv3 (201/1000)]

[Squat Experience + 4]

[Squat Lv3 (158/1000)]

[Leg Raise Experience + 7]

[Leg Raise Lv2 (319/500)]

[Pull-up Experience + 7]

[Pull-up Lv2 (354/500)]

[Back Bridge Experience + 6]

[Back Bridge Lv2 (291/500)]

[Handstand Push-up Experience + 6]

[Handstand Push-up Lv2 (302/500)]

Looking at the main harvest of today's morning exercise, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Not bad.

The three Great Master-level skills of Leg Raise, Pull-up, and Handstand Push-up had all exceeded 300 experience points, and upgrading was not far away.

As for the Grandmaster-level Push-up and Squat, acquiring experience had become extremely slow, and they could only grow slowly through accumulated efforts over time.

Fang Cheng was already very satisfied that this temporarily adjusted training plan could have such an effect.

Right now, conditions were limited, and he didn't even have time to bring the barbells and binding straps usually used for weighted training from home.

But by greatly increasing the movement rate, increasing the number of repetitions per set, and challenging his own explosive power and endurance with more difficult progressive movements.

Fang Cheng still achieved a workout effect that was little different from usual weighted training.

Of course, the result of doing this was that almost the entire morning exercise was invested in physical fitness training, and it even extended a lot of time compared to usual.

Fang Cheng glanced at the sports watch thrown aside —— the screen displayed: 8:29.

Calculating the time, the decoration master should be arriving soon.

Fang Cheng stopped the plan to continue practicing Shadow Boxing to improve combat skill experience.

After all, the physical energy consumption of this morning exercise was already close to the limit.

Moreover, the harvest brought by last night's sudden and fierce battle was far more than he expected.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, switching the panel to the series of skill prompt information that popped up earlier.

[Running Experience + 15]

[Qigong Experience + 15]

[Sanda Experience + 25]

[Muay Thai Experience + 20]

[Jiu-Jitsu Experience + 20]

...

His gaze finally locked onto a line of prompts that bloomed with exceptionally dazzling light ——

That was important information regarding the changes in the Boxing skill.

[Congratulations, through effort and persistence far exceeding ordinary people, and a key practical Breakthrough, your skill has reached the Grandmaster Rank]

[Boxing Lv3 (0/1000)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill special effect "Infinite Combo"]

Fang Cheng's eyes were full of Focus as he carefully studied the specific description of this newly acquired skill special effect.

[Infinite Combo]

[When launching continuous Boxing, every successful punch hitting the target can increase the punching speed of the next punch by 10%. Within the range that the Physique attribute can bear, it can theoretically be stacked infinitely.]

[When the combo count reaches more than 30 times, a lock-on effect can be triggered, causing the target enveloped by the fist peak to fall into a brief rigidity state (the rigidity duration is related to the opponent's mental and Physique attributes).]

[Note, whether using a single hand or both fists, the interval between any attacks must not exceed 0.1 seconds, otherwise it will be reset immediately.]

[If you can manage to swing your fists more than 100 times consecutively within 0.5 seconds, it can form a hurricane-like fist pressure, causing an impact on all targets within a linear range. The more punching times, the greater the power, and when reaching the limit number of times, if the fist hits the target directly, it will trigger "Storm Finishing Punch", causing devastating effects.]

[Warning, ultra-high frequency punching requires bone density and muscle strength exceeding ordinary people as support, and the physical consumption is extremely huge. Ordinary people using this skill must act within their capabilities and proceed step by step, otherwise it is very likely to lead to serious physical damage]

(End of Chapter)