485: Chapter 485 Summarizing Gains, Plan to Become Stronger

After Lin Chuqiao finished speaking, Pan Wendi and Bailing instantly lost their interest in going out to play.

The two looked at each other with helpless expressions, honestly slouching back into the sofa.

One pulled out his phone, not knowing who he was texting, while the other put on her headphones, immersing herself in the world of music.

The room became much quieter, with only the faint sound of tour boat whistles drifting in from outside the window.

Lin Chuqiao ignored the two troublemakers, walked over to the bar, poured a cup of warm water for Fang Cheng, and handed it to him.

Afterward, she picked up the remote control and turned on the fifty-inch high-definition LCD TV installed in the suite.

The screen lit up, and Cui City's local TV station was broadcasting the morning news.

The host had a sweet voice, broadcasting trivial livelihood information.

Before long, the screen switched, and the next piece of news instantly caught Fang Cheng's attention.

"Around 3:15 AM today, a violent explosion occurred on the thirty-thinth floor of the Haoting Hotel, located in the central business district of Yunjin Road in our city."

"According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the explosion was huge, and the flames soared into the sky. The municipal emergency management department, fire detachment, and public security organs rushed to the scene to handle it the moment they received the report."

"According to the official preliminary investigation, the cause of the accident is suspected to be the aging of the hotel's internal gas pipeline, which leaked under high pressure and was accidentally ignited."

"As of press time, this accident has caused three minor injuries, and no casualties have been reported yet. The relevant departments have established a special investigation team and reminded the general public not to believe or spread rumors, and to pay attention to the safety of fire and gas use at home..."

In the news footage, there was a distant view of the Haoting Hotel surrounded tightly by yellow and black warning lines.

The road surface was uneven, and many glass fragments and building material ruins were still scattered on the street, not yet fully cleaned up.

Several fire trucks and police cars parked downstairs, and their flashing police lights seemed to recount the thrilling changes of last night.

Lin Chuqiao slightly knitted her delicate brows, crossed her arms, and watched intently, a gleam of contemplation flashing in her eyes.

She was clearly evaluating the Chen Family's local public relations capabilities in Cui City, as well as the chain effects that might be triggered subsequently.

Holding the water cup, Fang Cheng took a sip of warm water and looked calmly at the TV screen.

He couldn't help but inwardly complain that this excuse was truly cliché.

However, it was also understandable.

In order to cover up the truth of the existence of superhuman beings from the public, the authorities truly could not come up with a very good reason most of the time.

The understatement in the news release and the earth-shattering battle of last night formed an absurd contrast.

Fang Cheng's thoughts returned to his own injuries.

He moved his right shoulder slightly and could feel waves of coolness coming from under the bandage, dispelling much of the pain.

Accompanying it was a subtle yet clear numbness and itching sensation.

It was like countless ants diligently transporting vitality under the skin, weaving brand-new flesh and tendons thread by thread.

That was new granulation tissue growing at an astonishing speed, continuously repairing the damaged tissue.

The ointment Lin Chuqiao found really had good effects.

Fang Cheng estimated inwardly.

With True Qi continuously nourishing it, coupled with this special medicine, the laceration injuries at the muscular level could probably heal in about two days, and perhaps not even a trace of a scar would remain in three days.

But for the bones injured by the spatial rifts, the tiny cracks on them would take more time to heal.

After all, this was not a fracture caused by a simple physical impact.

A little chaotic spatial energy remained within them, acting like a stubborn virus that hindered the bones' self-repair.

To completely clear away these foreign energies and restore the bones to a state where they could withstand limit explosions, it would probably take at least ten days to half a month of grinding effort.

Before this, his right arm definitely couldn't urge the Qilin Arm and Infinite Combo again to unleash their full might.

This forced Fang Cheng to remain vigilant and treat it with caution.

For the sake of safety, he must keep a low profile during this recent period, recuperate with peace of mind, and restore his body to its optimal state as soon as possible.

Otherwise, at this juncture where his combat power was damaged, if the people of Utopia refused to give up and dispatched other members to find him for revenge,

and his arm could not unleash its full strength, he would probably only be able to take Lin Chuqiao and the others to temporarily avoid the enemy's spearhead and flee in disarray.

Fang Cheng let out a gentle sigh, unable to help feeling inwardly:

"I am still not strong enough..."

Perhaps in the eyes of Lin Chuqiao, Second Young Master Chen Xuan, and others, his strength was already tyrannical and domineering enough.

Relying solely on his Physical Body and a pair of fists, he could smash through walls and the air, and hard-withstand the shockwave of an explosion.

This kind of performance was enough to make the vast majority of superpowered beings in this world despair of catching up.

But only Fang Cheng himself knew that the higher he climbed toward the top of this world, the more he could feel the bottomless danger beyond that magnificent scenery.

Especially after personally experiencing the power of that mysterious leader of Utopia, the sense of urgency in his heart was unprecedentedly strong.

The opponent merely had a wisp of consciousness possess the body of Chen Qiming, yet could span thousands of li, have their words become reality, and launch a massive offensive.

Even without descending their true body here, they had almost wiped out the Family members.

In the end, it forced him to fight with all his might to barely destroy that spatial passage.

Fang Cheng asked himself inwardly.

Although he could also project his consciousness onto believers, he could never achieve what the opponent did—borrowing an ordinary Physical Body to unleash combat power close to his main body.

Last night's battle seemed like he had won.

In reality, both sides had not even truly begun a head-on confrontation.

Just a brief long-distance standoff had already put him at a disadvantage and caused trauma to his body.

And what about the opponent?

Perhaps they had only lost a disposable chess piece and a failed attempt.

When facing such a powerful enemy at that time, Fang Cheng only had a forward-surging Battle Intent in his heart.

Calmly recalling it at this moment, he couldn't help lingering fear.

That Aura of looking down on all living things, that sense of oppression viewing everything as stray dogs, was still clearly branded in his perception to this day.

It felt as if he were facing a predator at the very top of the food chain, making one tremble from biological instinct.

To put it more vividly, that feeling was like a strong ant biting a giant dragon with all its might.

Although it forced the dragon back, it also snapped its own jaw teeth.

And the dragon, merely because of this unexpected sting, let out a surprised, light "Huh", without even generating a trace of anger.

The opponent was definitely not an ordinary S-Rank; perhaps they had already surpassed the secular classification of superpowered being Ranks.

Even, they might have touched the realm of legendary Gods.

In the future, if he faced such an unfathomable enemy head-on, with his current self, there was absolutely no chance of winning.

A heavy pressure shrouded his heart, and Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

As his thoughts fluctuated, a light-blue light screen that only he could see quietly unfolded before his eyes.

[Boxing Experience + 100]

[Boxing Lv3 (375 / 1000)]

[Muay Thai Experience + 40]

[Muay Thai Lv2 (328 / 500)]

[Qigong Experience + 50]

[Qigong Lv2 (309 / 500)]

Several prompt messages of skill experience growth flashed across the panel one after another.

In last night's battle, Fang Cheng successively smashed Xuanzhen's Physical Body and Domain, and subsequently successfully destroyed the spatial passage.

The progress bars of the three combat skills had thus improved a lot, especially the Boxing skill, which surged by one hundred experience points.

But compared to the massive amount of experience required to advance to the next level, this bit of growth was still a drop in the bucket.

The improvement of these skills ultimately required accumulated hard training and actual combat tempering to break through the Bottleneck.

Wanting to make rapid progress in a short time and achieve success in one move was obviously just wishful thinking.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng recalled another unresolved trouble.

Back in the Secret Realm, Xuanzhen had once used telling him the true identity of that mysterious leader as a condition to beg him to spare his life.

Out of caution, Fang Cheng did not agree.

Because according to Xuanzhen, simply uttering the opponent's name would cause them to be perceived by them.

And he was obviously not ready to face such an unknown powerhouse.

Who would have known that human calculations are inferior to heaven's calculations.

Xuanzhen's summoning before death actually caused the opponent's consciousness to directly span space and arrive here.

Although Fang Cheng successfully prevented the opponent's true body from descending, and Lin Chuqiao had already made the Chen Family issue a gag order and clean up the subsequent loose ends,

their faces had all been seen by the opponent after that wisp of consciousness descended into Chen Qiming's body.

With such a loophole existing, the opponent finding him was probably just a matter of time.

This completely depended on whether the opponent attached importance to this matter and whether they were willing to spare a shred of energy in that so-called grand plan to investigate him, an ant that bit him.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

In any case, he could not place his hopes on the enemy's negligence.

He must improve his strength as soon as possible and make the worst plans.

His gaze slowly swept across the panel, temporarily setting aside those skills that required a lot of time to accumulate experience.

Finally, his line of sight fell on two lower-level skills.

[Tai Chi Lv1 (227 / 250)]

[Running Lv1 (210 / 250)]

These two could be said to be the skills currently most hopeful of achieving a Breakthrough in a short time.

As long as he could successfully promote them to Great Master Rank, whether it was obtaining new skill special effects or rewarding free attribute points, it could give his combat power a solid leap.

Especially if he could add all the free attribute points to Physique, making it take the lead in breaking through the 80-point mark...

Fang Cheng's eyes instantly lit up.

80 points—this was very likely a threshold for a new level of life.

Once crossed, his recovery ability, anti-strike ability, and even the quality and quantity of his True Qi would undergo earth-shaking changes.

In the future, if he encountered the mysterious powerhouse of Utopia again, even if he was still no match, he could at least hard-withstand the first wave of impact.

Then relying on the Running speed of breaking the sound barrier to calmly withdraw, he would grasp more initiative.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's heart settled slightly; he had already clarified his short-term cultivation goals.

His gaze continued to move down, looking at those auxiliary skills, and stopped at several special medical skills.

[Bone-setting Lv1 (56 / 250)]

[Acupoint Striking Lv0 (29 / 100)]

[Tuina Massage Lv0 (43 / 100)]

Come to think of it, the progress bars of these three skills had stagnated for a long time.

After the New Year, matters came one after another; work, Family affairs, and exercise occupied most of his time, and he also had to cope with the hunt by the Noah Organization.

Fang Cheng usually had almost no leisure time to go to Master Lin's clinic for a part-time job.

And even if he went, there wouldn't be that many patients for him to treat, practice on, and grind experience with.

Fang Cheng pondered slightly, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

If he deliberately went to find some gangster punks, broke their legs first, and then used medical skills to cure them,

could he gain experience points this way?

Perhaps it wouldn't take long before he could grind these medical skills to max level, and thereby synthesize the Qigong Rank.

By then, Qigong would smoothly advance to Grandmaster Rank; whether it was healing efficiency, defense strength, or means against enemies, his trump cards would become even more profound.

It's just... wasn't doing this a bit too cruel?

Fang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, he shook his head, and temporarily suppressed this slightly crazy idea deep in his heart.

The top priority was still to progress steadily.

First, promote Tai Chi and Running to Great Master Rank, and strive to break through the 80-point mark of the Physique attribute as soon as possible.

At least ensure that the next time he unleashed Infinite Combo and Qilin Arm, it wouldn't injure himself like this time.

With his thoughts reaching here, there was no longer the slightest hesitation or confusion in his heart.

Fang Cheng put down the water cup, slowly stood up, and stretched his muscles and bones.

As his body stretched, a condensed Aura spread out along with the cracking and popping sounds of his joints.

"Hoo—"

Then, a breath of foul air was exhaled, taking away the lingering pain of the wounds and also dispelling the gloom shrouding his heart.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists slightly, his eyes turning firm and sharp again.

Just at this moment, a crisp voice sounded:

"Brother Cheng, don't move around recklessly, watch out for your wounds!"

Fang Cheng had just wanted to take a step, but was grabbed by Lin Chuqiao by his uninjured left arm. With a gentle pull, she pressed him back onto the sofa.

She was holding the tube of special ointment used just now, her dark brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of reproach hanging on her face.

"You still have a few abrasions elsewhere on your body. I'll help you treat them again to avoid leaving any hidden troubles."

Saying that, she unscrewed the cap of the ointment, her bright eyes staring straight at him, leaving no room for negotiation.

Fang Cheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

"There's no need for this, right? They're all minor injuries; I can handle them myself."

He tried to regain some autonomy; after all, being manipulated like this by a girl was somewhat unaccustomed after all.

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao's eyes rippled with a bit of mischief:

"No matter how strong your skills are, you can't reach your back to apply ointment to yourself, right? Could it be that you want Wendi to help you?"

As she spoke, she glanced toward the other end of the sofa.

Pan Wendi was immersed in a mobile game, his fingers poking rapidly on the buttons.

Fang Cheng followed her gaze, imagined that scene, and shook his head speechlessly.

Thus, he gave up resisting, relaxed his body slightly, and leaned back against the sofa again.

Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips and smiled, a trace of triumph flashing in the depths of her eyes.

She lifted Fang Cheng's shirt, revealing the man's wide and sturdy back.

Her slender, fair fingers dipped into the ointment and spread it evenly, meticulously applying it to the red, swollen, and bruised areas.

Every time her fingertips brushed past, it felt like a feather brushing across the tip of the heart, stirring up waves of slight, numb itching.

Lin Chuqiao's movements were very light, carrying a woman's unique gentleness and patience, as if conducting a soothing massage.

Warm sunlight passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slanting onto his body and gilding his bronze-colored skin with a layer of gold.

Fang Cheng simply closed his eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, and enjoyed this rare leisure.

By his ears were the broadcast sounds of the TV news, mixed with the sound effects of Pan Wendi's mobile game, as well as the song Bailing was softly humming.

The tip of his nose lingered with the pleasant fragrance on the woman, intertwined with the faint medicinal scent, seemingly forming a special calming effect.

Just as Fang Cheng was immersed in it, his heart suddenly stirred, and a strange sensation quietly welled up.

That was a subtle change originating from the Inner Scene World.

Like long-awaited rain after a severe drought, or like a dormant seed finally sprouting, it brought an indescribable vitality and palpitation.