536: Chapter 536 Pull-ups Upgrade, The Pinnacle of Kingship! (22, Yuan)

The bluish-gray dome of the sky was slowly fading from its gloom, gradually growing paler and brighter.

A red sun finally burst forth, its boundless golden light piercing the thin clouds and sweeping across the sparkling sea surface.

Finally, it streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the floor covered with light blue rubber mats.

The microscopic dust floating inside the room was illuminated in every meticulous detail by the beams of light, resembling countless dancing golden elves.

The city outside the window had already thoroughly awakened.

From the coastal highway in the distance came the endless honking of cars.

Interweaving with the heavy breathing inside the room, it felt like the prelude to the morning was being played.

"Hoo... ha..."

At this moment, Fang Cheng's naked body was thoroughly soaked in sweat, and his skin reflected an oily luster under the sunlight.

Every muscle was congested and swollen to the extreme, with veins entrenched on his arms and neck like winding, angry Dragons.

Trembling violently with his breathing, they seemed ready to burst out of his body at any moment.

He spat out a mouthful of scalding foul air, then released his grip and jumped down from the Pull-up bar.

Upon landing, his arms felt slightly weak, which was a sign of lactic acid accumulating to the limit.

Fang Cheng shook his aching, splitting arms, raised a hand to wipe away the sweat blocking his eyes, and swept his gaze once more across the light blue light screen before him.

Those rows of delightful prompt messages at the bottom of the panel were quietly emerging.

[Pull-up Experience + 17]

[Pull-up Experience + 16]

[Pull-up Lv3 (981/1000)]

Taking nearly an hour and a half, he finally completed two sets totaling 200 charged Pull-ups under "Training Mode".

During this process, the time actually spent practicing the movements wasn't much, probably around twenty minutes, less than half an hour.

More time was forced to be used for rest and adjustment.

The terrifying internal pressure of up to six tons, accompanying the process of each movement, continuously tore the muscle fibers of the exerting parts.

Even with Fang Cheng's freakish Physique, he still needed enough time to reorganize those deeply torn muscle groups.

At the same time, this was also consuming a massive amount of his physical stamina.

Speaking of which, this pressure originating from the inside was much more difficult than simply carrying a 6-ton heavy load on his back.

After all, external force could be supported by bones and unloaded through techniques.

Yet this "internal pressure" was pervasive, acting directly on every single muscle fiber and cellular level, impossible to avoid.

However, the pain didn't matter; the key was the harvest.

Looking at the prompt messages of experience growth, constantly approaching that boundary he had never reached before.

Fang Cheng's heart thudded, growing increasingly robust and powerful.

"Lv4, huh..."

He sighed in a low voice, his eyes filled with yearning.

According to the prompts previously given by the panel, Lv4 should be close to the absolute pinnacle of a skill.

That was the ultimate Realm sufficient to synthesize a mythical talent.

And Lv4, as the inevitable path leading to myth, what kind of qualitative change would it ultimately bring?

Is it an even more exaggerated attribute bonus? Or some unimaginable brand-new special effect?

This sense of unknown anticipation was like a cat's paw scratching incessantly at his heart.

Thoughts flashed quickly through his mind, Fang Cheng's gaze coagulated, turning resolute once more.

As long as he did 1 to 2 more sets, he would definitely be able to upgrade!

But before that, he still had to replenish fuel.

Fang Cheng turned and walked to the corner, pulled open the freezer door to take out a bottle of mineral water, and poured it down his head.

The ice-cold liquid rushed down his throat into his blazing body, stirring up a wave of comfortable shivering.

Immediately afterward, he pulled open the freezer drawer and grabbed a few vacuum-packed bags of spiced beef and braised chicken breasts.

Rip!

Fang Cheng couldn't even be bothered to heat it up; he directly tore open the packaging bags, grabbed entire frozen chunks of meat, and shoved them into his mouth.

His cheeks bulged as he chewed heavily.

This eating posture was simply like a solitary wolf in the wilderness that had been starved for three days, ferocious and eager.

The tough muscle fibers were instantly pulverized under his sharp teeth, transforming into organic fuel to keep the machine running, and then swallowed whole.

Several large bags of meat were thus wiped clean in less than two minutes.

Fang Cheng casually crumpled the packaging bags into a ball and accurately tossed them into the trash can in the corner.

Afterwards, he began simple stretching and loosening exercises.

Arms clasped behind his back in reverse, spine twisting.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

A dense series of crisp bone-popping sounds exploded in the quiet living room.

That was the sound of the fascia being forcibly pulled open and the joints returning to their places.

It sounded teeth-aching, but it represented that his physical stamina was recovering rapidly.

After resting for a dozen minutes, as the surging heat flow in his stomach gradually weakened, he felt he was almost ready.

In Fang Cheng's black eyes, a fanatical flame ignited once again.

He took another big gulp of water, threw away the empty water bottle in his hand, and walked back under the Pull-up bar.

Squat, charge power, leap up, grab the bar.

The movements were smooth, vigorous, and neat.

His naked body hung in mid-air once again.

With each slow Pull-up, he always stood upright like a javelin.

Only the muscle groups on his arms and back surged violently like waves.

As time passed, the light outside the window grew increasingly intense.

The sun slowly rose between several high-rise buildings in the distant business district.

The weather in May already carried a hint of early summer's mugginess.

At this moment, the sunlight streamed through the glass, scorching Fang Cheng's back without obstruction.

Sweat beads trickled down his spine, and before they could slide to the floor, they were instantly evaporated dry by his body temperature.

"..."

"98."

"99."

"100."

Fang Cheng silently counted the repetitions in his heart, strictly executing the standard of "three-second charge" for every movement.

As his chin successfully cleared the bar for the 100th time, he hung by his arms, panting slightly as he looked toward the panel.

[Pull-up Experience + 15]

[Pull-up Lv3 (996/1000)]

Looking at the numbers that were just a kick away from the finish line, a ferocious arc curved up the corners of Fang Cheng's chapped mouth.

Only the last 4 experience points remained.

That premonition of about to break through the Bottleneck was as intense as the tremors before a volcanic eruption, making all the blood in his body boil.

Fang Cheng looked up at the Pull-up bar suspended above his head, just like gazing up at some formidable enemy that must be conquered.

The Battle Intent in his heart burned brighter and brighter, and his gaze grew increasingly sharp.

Originally according to plan, he should come down to rest at this time, recovering his physical strength before doing the final set of sprint.

But he didn't let go.

Not only did he not jump down, but instead he decided to strike while the iron was hot and forcefully charge through the barrier directly!

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and exerted force to pull his body up once again.

This time, he didn't continue the previous three-second rhythm, but deliberately slowed down the movement even more.

He shockingly activated the four-second limit training mode.

Boom!

The terrifying internal pressure of eight tons descended instantly.

The fascia inside his body seemed like steel cables stretched to the extreme, emitting teeth-aching "snap, snap" sounds.

The pain instantly doubled, but this also meant that the acquisition efficiency of experience points was doubling as well.

That limit squeezing verging on collapse kept his spirit highly concentrated.

As if in an instant, all sounds around him disappeared.

In the world, there was only this cold Pull-up bar before him, and the Qi surging like magma inside his body.

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his neck, and a low, beast-like roar came from his throat.

"Mmm—"

A more fierce and domineering force suddenly erupted from within his body.

At this moment, he was using pure physical strength to combat that terrifying heavy pressure attempting to crush him from the inside.

One.

Two.

...

Every time he pulled up, Fang Cheng felt as if he was climbing while carrying a huge mountain on his back, and every inch of his muscle was wailing.

Finally, when doing the ninth one.

A sound as if a shackle was fiercely shattered exploded deep within his mind.

"Ha—"

Fang Cheng's whole body's sweat steamed, exhausting the last shred of his strength, his chin fiercely thrusting past the horizontal bar.

Right at this moment, on his originally calm retina, a dazzlingly brilliant light suddenly erupted.

That light was far more scorching and illustrious than the blazing sun outside the window.

No longer the previous light blue, but a pure golden color symbolizing glory and majesty, almost domineeringly occupying his entire field of vision.

Immediately afterward, several prompt messages appeared sequentially, coming into view.

[Congratulations, through unimaginable effort and persistence by ordinary people, your skill has reached the King tier, taking one step closer to the peak of achieving sainthood through the Physical Body]

[Pull-up Lv4 (0/2500)]

[Congratulations, you have simultaneously obtained two skill enhancement rewards]

[Enhancement Reward One: 15 Free Attribute Points]

[Enhancement Reward Two: Under the dominion of the King Rank, all previously mastered related skill special effects will all receive a chance to be upgraded]

"I actually obtained two types of skill enhancement rewards simultaneously?"

Fang Cheng released both hands, landing heavily on the rubber mat.

Without caring to wipe away the sweat flowing into his eyes, a trace of irrepressible pleasant surprise appeared on his face.

In the past, upgrading fitness skills usually only gave a few attribute reward points, or unlocked a new skill special effect.

But this time after breaking through to Lv4, the panel turned out to be extraordinarily generous, as if it suddenly changed to a conscientious operation planner.

But thinking carefully, it was quite reasonable.

After all, the weight of the two words "King" was far from comparable to the previous "Great Master" and "Grandmaster".

If Lv3 was frantically probing on the edge of human limits, then Lv4 completely shattered that threshold separating Mortals and transcendents, stepping into a brand-new level.

At least, in the attainments of the skill "Pull-up", Fang Cheng already stood at the pinnacle of the billions of humans in this world, being the true, undisputed number one under heaven!

You must know that to be able to reach this degree of looking down upon the world, he had experienced countless times of boring and repetitive movement practice.

And in how many unknown dawns did he sweat profusely under the Pull-up bar all alone?

During this period, he even endured the pain of muscle tearing countless times, as well as the bone-deep soreness and numbness after exercising.

He paid such a huge price in exchange for today's qualitative change.

Fang Cheng had sufficient confidence to calmly enjoy this glory belonging solely to the strong.

Even if the rewards were several times more generous, it was completely deserved.

Calming his excited mood slightly, Fang Cheng first focused his gaze on the first enhancement reward.

"15 Free Attribute points..."

This was definitely a huge sum.

But how to allocate the points?

Was also a very realistic problem he needed to face.

Fang Cheng's mind moved slightly, and he immediately pulled up the attribute interface, his sight sweeping across those rows of core data.

[Physique: 80]

[Strength: 70]

[Agility: 64]

[Spirit: 70]

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