288: Chapter 288 Pure Fighting Skill Effects

Chapter 288 Pure Combat Skill Special Effect (12, requesting monthly votes)

Looking at the detailed skill description on the panel, Fang Cheng's breathing paused slightly, and a flash of irrepressible sharp light flickered in his eyes.

This "Infinite Combo" ——

It was simply a killer move tailored specifically for himself!

Fang Cheng's most proficient combat style was bare-handed close combat.

And the core advantage most worthy of reliance in close combat lay in a speed and strength far surpassing ordinary people.

This skill special effect could be said to have perfectly magnified this point.

The effect of infinitely stacking attack speed meant that as long as he could land consecutive hits, theoretically, he could raise his punch speed to an extremely terrifying realm.

It was even not impossible to instantly kill a formidable enemy in the blink of an eye.

Although there were practical limits to his body's endurance, with his Physique attribute as high as 46 points, it should be enough to support a fairly astonishing number of stacks.

As for the 0.1-second attack interval limit, it might be difficult for ordinary boxers to reach.

But for Fang Cheng, it was as easy as flipping his hand, couldn't be easier.

Possessing Grandmaster-level Boxing skills and an extraordinary Agility attribute of 40 points, as long as he seized the opponent's flaws, he would almost never interrupt his combo because of this condition.

More importantly, when the number of consecutive hits reached 30 or more, it could trigger the effect of locking onto the enemy and briefly suppressing them.

Fang Cheng was likewise full of confidence about achieving this combo count.

In future close-quarters combat, once the opponent was locked by his fist peak and fell into a rigid state where they could not break free or resolve it in time, that would basically announce the end of the battle.

Fang Cheng could calmly stack his punch speed to a terrifying level, inflict even fiercer blows, and directly finish off the opponent.

As for throwing over a hundred punches within 0.5 seconds, it could create a "Hurricane Fist Pressure" and trigger the "Storm Finishing Punch".

This prerequisite was rather harsh, deserving to be called perverted.

You must know that even for top boxers, through speed ball training, the limit of consecutive punches within a second was only a dozen or so, and most ordinary contestants hovered around five or six times.

Requiring a hundred punches to be thrown in half a second completely exceeded common sense.

Even with Fang Cheng's current inhumane physical fitness, he could feel the challenge within it.

I'm afraid it would require a perfect combination of bodily potential, the operation of Qigong, and Grandmaster-level Boxing skills to possibly touch the threshold of executing it.

Up until now, Fang Cheng had not yet tried to challenge the limit of the number of consecutive punches in a short period of time.

Recalling the brief yet intense clash with Gao Jin last night, his full-strength strike had once emitted a clear sonic boom sound.

This meant that the punch speed he erupted with instantly had broken through the sound barrier, reaching about 340 meters per second.

If taking the simplest straight punch standard, with punching and retracting as a complete action, roughly estimating the arm span and travel distance.

Theoretically, he might be able to reach around 170 punches per second.

Of course, this was only the most idealized calculation.

In actual situations, besides various combat factors, environmental influences, and the body's endurance limits.

When the speed became fast to a certain degree, air resistance would also grow exponentially due to the shock wave effect, becoming a huge obstacle.

Exactly how many times the limit could reach still required actual testing and exploration to determine.

However, this was undoubtedly a powerful trump card with infinite potential.

Once successfully executed in actual combat, its power would probably be unimaginable.

Whether used for small-scale clearing or as a fatal blow targeting a single formidable enemy, it would be a definitive ultimate move.

Of course, the warnings in the skill description were also real.

This style of fighting would inevitably consume an astronomical amount of stamina, and the requirements for bone strength and muscle toughness also reached an inhumane, perverted degree.

It seemed that the continuous enhancement of the Physique attribute, as well as the deep nourishment and strengthening of the body by Qigong, would become even more important and urgent in the future.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly, immersed in the analysis of the new skill and the imagination of future combat scenes, an unspeakable excitement surging in his heart.

Compared to the skill special effect "Qilin Arm" obtained after upgrading Push-up to the Grandmaster level previously.

This time's "Infinite Combo" was truly a pure combat skill special effect born for actual combat!

There was no need for harsh preliminary power-charging, nor did it require striking a specific posture.

He only needed to unleash his body's passionate instincts to the fullest, erupting instantly in intense combat, fighting faster and faster, fighting fiercer and fiercer!

If last night, that officer surnamed Gao had chosen to continue the protracted battle, he would have had completely no fear.

Because this was the trump card Fang Cheng kept in reserve.

With this skill special effect, his explosive power, suppression power, and finishing ability would all be elevated to a completely new level!

Even when facing even stronger enemies in the future, he would be able to display his strongest combat power in head-on confrontations.

Just as Fang Cheng's heart was surging——

From the hallway outside the door came several voices with heavy local accents, mixed with the collision sounds of moving equipment.

"Old Wang, where did you put that spirit level yesterday? I need to use it here."

"It's probably in your big toolbox, right? Go ahead and rummage through it yourself."

"Hey, hurry up a bit today, strive to lay out all the plumbing and electrical wires here..."

It was the decoration workers who had arrived.

Click.

Accompanied by the sound of a key inserting into the keyhole and turning, the door was being opened from the outside.

Fang Cheng promptly restrained all expressions on his face and his exuded aura, suppressing the thoughts in his mind.

Casually grabbing a T-shirt and pulling it over his body, he covered his lean muscles that were still radiating heat.

Then, unhurriedly facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, he did leg-pressing and stretching movements.

When the door opened and footsteps sounded, he immediately turned around and greeted casually with an unconcerned face:

"The masters are here, morning."

"Hey, Boss Fang, morning!"

The leader was a middle-aged master wearing a safety helmet.

Upon seeing Fang Cheng dressed in shorts and covered in sweat, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly returned to normal, and he also greeted with a smile.

"Boss is working out?"

"Yeah, just moving my body around."

Fang Cheng nodded without explaining much, then asked: "Which part are we mainly working on today?"

"First straighten out the plumbing and electrical wires that weren't finished yesterday, and see if we can start sealing the grooves along the walls this afternoon."

The master pointed to the exposed wire conduits on the wall and ground and said.

"Alright, then you guys go ahead and get busy."

Fang Cheng put on long pants, picked up the phone and messenger bag thrown aside, and said:

"I'm going downstairs to have some breakfast. If there are any Materials that need to be bought or any problems, just give me a call."

"Alright, Boss Fang, take care!"

The workers acknowledged, and then familiarly took out their tools, preparing to start work.

Fang Cheng nodded, without saying anything more, turned around and left this raw, unfinished apartment still under construction, walking toward the elevator lobby.

Morning exercise was over; it was time to replenish energy and start planning what to do today.

...

Casually finding a breakfast shop downstairs that looked relatively clean.

As soon as Fang Cheng entered the door, he directly ordered three cages of meat buns, two large bowls of wontons, plus a dish of pickled vegetables.

For his current inhumane Physique and massive energy consumption, this was merely the baseline food intake to maintain the normal operation of his bodily functions.

Steaming hot food was served up, and Fang Cheng immediately buried his head and started eating, with an astonishingly fast speed.

Sweeping across almost like a whirlwind, the buns and wontons disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Simple carbohydrates and proteins rapidly replenished the energy consumed by last night's battle and morning exercise, making Fang Cheng feel that every cell in his body was once again filled with vitality.

Thus, his appetite opened up even more.

In less than half a minute, he quickly finished off a bowl of wontons and five large meat buns.

His ravenous eating manner, although not overly rude, was shockingly high in efficiency.

The breakfast shop's proprietress was a slightly plump older sister. When passing by carrying soy milk for the next table of guests, out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Fang Cheng's side, and her footsteps involuntarily paused for a moment.

Her gaze was filled with surprise, and even a trace of fear.

As if what she saw eating was not a person, but a ferocious beast draped in human skin.

Fang Cheng acutely captured the proprietress's strange gaze.

Understanding in his heart, his seemingly normal food intake and eating speed were indeed too conspicuous in the eyes of ordinary people.

He then intentionally burped, slightly slowed down his chewing speed, and unhurriedly finished the last bowl of wontons and two cages of buns.

In the end, Fang Cheng did not continue ordering, restraining that still stirring appetite.

It was better to keep a low profile.

This scene couldn't help but make Fang Cheng look even more forward to the house being renovated as soon as possible.

That way he could cook for himself, buy a refrigerator full of meat, and eat to his heart's content.

Checking out and leaving, it was still early.

Fang Cheng put on his duckbill cap and did not directly return to the raw apartment.

Instead, he pressed the brim of the cap very low, covering most of his face, and strolled over to the nearby beach park.

Today was cloudy; after the sun was blocked, the sky looked somewhat grayish.

The sea breeze was also much stronger than usual, howling as it carried salty and fishy icy water vapor, beating against his face.

On the sea surface, grayish-white waves layered one upon another, rolling and surging toward the reefs and beach on the shore.

Although the weather wasn't too good, there were still some tourists scattered sporadically on the beach.

Most of them were from out of town, either couples or families of several.

The children excitedly chased the receding waves, letting out bursts of joyful screams, while the adults wrapped their coats tight, watching from the side and occasionally taking out their phones to snap a few photos.

Fang Cheng, with his hands in his pants pockets, strolled unhurriedly along the edge of the damp beach.

The icy sea breeze blew across his cheeks, and the monotonous sound of waves hitting the shore instead allowed his chaotic thoughts to gradually settle down.

As he walked, he recalled the brief yet thrilling encounter from last night.

That Advanced investigator from the Special Investigation Team was indeed exceptionally powerful in strength.

A bizarre set of biological armor not only had astonishing defense, but also caused his strength and speed to surge to a terrifying level, actually able to go head-to-head with him without falling behind.

Especially that energy shockwave emitted at the end; its destructive power was simply comparable to a small tactical missile.

A single Advanced investigator was already this tricky.

Then within the entire Special Investigation Team, how many experts of this Rank were there? Would there be even stronger existences?

Fang Cheng's gaze sank slightly, looking at the endlessly rolling waves in the distance.

It seemed that he truly could not underestimate the heroes of the world, especially in this era where mysterious powers were hidden and ability users emerged endlessly.