586: Chapter 586 The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

Chapter 586: Oceans are wide for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly

At dawn, Yulong Lake was as tranquil and deep as primeval times.

Gray-white mist drifted slowly against the ripples of the water, shrouding the entire world within it.

The earlier intense sonic boom had long since dissipated.

Only a few startled egrets flapped their wings, crying out as they swept across the gray lake surface and plunged into the distant reed marshes.

Gurgle… Gurgle…

Large patches of bubbles churned violently at the bottom of the water, as if a miniature volcano was erupting, breaking the tranquility of the lake.

Splash—

Immediately afterward, a dripping wet head abruptly burst out of the water, kicking up a cluster of sparkling splashes.

"Hoo…"

Fang Cheng wiped the water stains off his Face, panting slightly.

A large amount of white steam was rising from the surface of his red skin, swirling above his head.

Making his entire person look like a divine statue just fished out of a steelmaking furnace.

That pair of eyes shone even more brilliantly in the morning fog, as if burning with two unextinguished raging fires.

Although his appearance was slightly disheveled, the excitement in his heart was as hard to calm as a tsunami.

This was an unprecedented feat, and also a savage challenge to the limits of the human Physical Body.

Fang Cheng stepped on the water, his vision piercing through the thin morning fog, looking towards the direction he came from.

There, the shoreline had turned into a blurry black line.

Visually estimating the distance from his current landing point in the water, it was a full five kilometers away.

In other words, he was currently at the center of Yulong Lake.

This span was simply appalling.

You must know that even his longest jump distance previously relying on running start explosive power was a mere hundred meters.

Yet this time, he actually stepped on the soft water surface and forcefully "flew" out five kilometers!

Although no skill unlock prompt popped up before his eyes, Fang Cheng was not discouraged.

On the contrary, during that thrilling sprint just now, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a broad highway leading to "Flight".

This principle was actually not complicated.

When he started with sonic speed, he first used his body to compress the air to obtain initial lift.

Then, he used the surface tension of the water and inertial resistance as leverage points to maintain height.

During this process, he constantly sought that delicate balance point between "weightlessness" and "leverage".

As long as he repeated this feeling dozens or even hundreds of times, deeply branding it into his muscle memory and turning it into an instinct.

Then, he could completely transplant this skill from the water surface to the air.

Although air was thinner than water, the reaction force it provided was much smaller.

However, as long as the stepping frequency was fast enough and the power was big enough, he could similarly compress a "Qi Wall" sufficient for leverage.

What was even more crucial was that he possessed a trump card sufficient to make up for the density gap of the medium.

That was a static mid-air suspension ability close to 9 seconds.

These 9 seconds of mid-air suspension were like installing a pair of invisible wings for him.

Giving him enough time to adjust his posture in the air, gather strength again, and look for the next air pedal.

This was sheer fantasy to ordinary people.

For the former Fang Cheng, it was also a Heaven-Defying act that was difficult to accomplish.

But nowadays, possessing extraordinary physical fitness and mid-air suspension ability, he had long made all of this completely feasible.

"Gu—"

A clear and melodious cry pierced through the tranquil night curtain.

Fang Cheng raised his Face, his gaze following an egret flying over from afar.

It spread its wide wings, gliding with the airflow rising from the lake surface, sweeping across the sky above his head in a light and free posture.

Speaking of which, if he just blindly waited for the Agility attribute to achieve a Breakthrough past 80 points and hoped for the System to automatically unlock the Flight skill.

Fang Cheng really found it hard to imagine how, relying purely on data stacking, the Physical Body could defy gravity, achieve take-off on the spot, and soar in the air like a bird.

Yet that combination of "running start take-off + stepping on air + wind gliding" just now allowed him to completely materialize that originally ethereal concept of "Flight".

This was just like when he unlocked the "Boxing" and "Sanda" skills back then.

The miscellaneous combat schools were disassembled into basic technical movements that could be practiced independently and repeatedly, such as straight punches, hooks, and footwork.

Conquering them one by one first, practicing them to the extreme, and then mastering them comprehensively, stringing them together into a line.

Ultimately, quantitative change causes qualitative change, naturally mastering the entire skill.

This mindset of unlocking new skills through disassembly, practice, and reorganization could now also be perfectly replicated onto the "Flight" skill.

Fang Cheng's eyes burned with fervor, a trace of certainty flashing through them.

As long as he came a few more times, constantly optimizing the angle and frequency of exerting force to step on the air in mid-air.

Even without waiting for the Agility attribute to achieve a Breakthrough past the 80-point mark, he had full confidence to pierce through that last 0.02-second window paper blocking his eyes in one fell swoop!

By that time, even if the panel did not provide additional skill rewards.

He would also be able to rely on pure technique and formidable Physical Body strength to forcibly control the airflow and master the Flight ability.

That was truly the oceans being wide for fish to leap, and the sky being high for birds to fly.

Amidst his fluttering thoughts, the sky was already faintly bright.

A hint of fish-belly white appeared at the edge of the eastern mountains, and the heavy night curtain was gradually torn apart.

The thick fog on the lake surface slowly faded under the breeze, revealing large areas of deep waters.

The outlines of distant tall buildings also gradually became clear in this gray-white sky light.

The footsteps of early morning exercisers were faintly heard on the ring road around the lake, along with the rustling sound of Cleaning trucks sweeping across the road surface.

The city was awakening, and the hustle and bustle of the world was also returning.

"It's time to go back."

Fang Cheng glanced around, suppressing the impulse to try again.

The commotion just now was simply too huge; if he ran again, he estimated he would really attract the water police.

Besides, there was serious business today.

The Special Investigation Team side sent a notice that today they needed to go over to collect the admission tickets and by the way familiarize themselves with the re-examination process.

Since he decided to use this skin to disguise his identity, the necessary formalities still had to be gone through properly, so as not to give others something to gossip about.

Fang Cheng adjusted his breathing, his body suddenly sinking, and then his arms acted like oars, parting the water surface.

Like a flexible swimming fish, he dragged a white wave under the sparkling lake surface, swimming rapidly toward the direction of the woods on the shore where his clothes were placed.

...

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Jing'an District, Huaihai West Road.

Sunlight pierced through thin clouds, shining on the gray-white granite exterior wall of the Special Investigation Team headquarters building, reflecting a cold and hard luster.

This was a huge complex with a "Hui"-shaped layout covering hundreds of acres.

The main building was up to thirty floors high, with rigid and straight lines without any redundant decorations, standing like a giant steel ingot in the center of the city.

Above the main entrance, a huge metal national emblem shone brightly in the sunlight, and bright red national flags on both sides fluttered in the wind, making a flapping sound.

Sentries carrying live ammunition stood on both sides of the gate, their gazes scanning the flow of people entering and leaving like falcons.

Even if one just stood across the street, one could feel a solemnity and majesty rushing towards the Face.

That was the oppression unique to state violent agencies.

At this time, the square in front of the building was already bustling with people.

Thousands of young people gathered here, either in groups of three or five talking in low voices, or standing alone in corners flipping through materials.

The air was permeated with an anxious atmosphere unique to before an exam.

"A-Cheng! Over here!"

A shout full of Qi energy pierced through the noisy human voices.

Fang Cheng turned his head to look and saw that not far away under the steps, a figure as sturdy as a bear was waving at him.

Ma Donghe was wearing a tight black T-shirt, and under the tight fabric, the outlines of blocky muscles were faintly visible.

Standing in the crowd, he was like a huge reef.

Those relatively thin candidates around him instinctively walked around him.

"You came pretty early."

Fang Cheng walked over and greeted with a smile.

"That's a must, today is a big day after all."

Ma Donghe put his arm around Fang Cheng's shoulder, with the posture of "I'm familiar with this place", leading him inward.

Along the way, he frequently lifted his chin towards several guys in the crowd who also looked fierce and unrestrained, his voice pulled loud.

"Da Fei, this outfit is not bad, it looks like you spent a fortune!"

"Qiangzi, don't rush to leave after the exam, let's find a place to have a drink tonight!"

"Yo, Lao Hei, you came too? Is your leg injury better?"

Walking all the way while greeting loudly like this, he attracted many people to turn their heads and look sideways.

The middle-aged man called "Lao Hei" saw Ma Donghe, immediately squeezed through the crowd to come over, piled up a smile, and handed over a cigarette with both hands:

"Brother Ma! Thanks to your blessing, it's been fully healed for a long time."

Ma Donghe waved his hand and didn't take the cigarette, taking the opportunity to pat Fang Cheng's shoulder, and introduced casually:

"This is my good brother, Fang Cheng. If we get assigned to the same team to execute missions in the future, keep your eyes open and take more care of him."

"Brother Ma's brother is my own brother, I understand, I understand."

Lao Hei nodded and bowed hastily, his gaze spinning around Fang Cheng, and a few more points of awe unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Walking all the way here, Ma Donghe had greeted at least five or six groups of people.

Clearly, over the past few months, he had been doing swimmingly in the circle of prospective candidates, virtually becoming the "leading big brother" among this batch of social candidates.

After greeting several acquaintances, Ma Donghe pointed at the surrounding crowd and lowered his voice to say:

"See that? This is called thousands of troops crossing a single-log bridge. But don't look at how many people there are, actually most of them are cannon fodder."

"Of course, the two of us are different."

As he spoke, he lifted his chin, signaling the group of young people wearing uniform attire on the other side of the square:

"As for those guys, they are all elite trainees from the SWAT school, orthodoxly trained, and are the biological sons of the Special Investigation Team."

"Our participation in the re-examination this time is mainly to compete for spots with this bunch of greenhorns."

Fang Cheng glanced along his gaze.

Every single one of those trainees had a straight waist, and a sense of arrogance leaked from their eyes.

In comparison, the socially recruited candidates here indeed appeared somewhat slack and mixed with dragons and fish.

"Let's go, Senior Brother Wei is waiting inside."

Ma Donghe led Fang Cheng, familiarly passing through the security checkpoint channel and entering the service hall.

The air conditioning in the hall was very sufficient, and many staff members wearing uniforms were busily shuttling back and forth.

The sounds of printers and phones rose one after another.

Today Wei Zheng was wearing the dark green regular uniform of the Special Investigation Team, his collar button buttoned tightly, the silver stars on his epaulets flashing, making his entire person appear exceptionally capable and tall and upright.

"You're here."

Seeing the two of them, Wei Zheng's Face revealed a warm smile, and he handed a file bag that had long been prepared to Fang Cheng:

"The materials are all filled out, and in the recommender column, I filled in my name."

"After all, Teacher's identity is sensitive, and there are too many people staring at him. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it's better to keep a low profile."

"Understood, sorry to trouble Senior Brother."

Fang Cheng took the file bag, without even looking at it, and directly signed his own name.

For this kind of arrangement, he couldn't ask for anything better.

What he wanted was the qualification to smoothly pass the Special Investigation Team background check, not the hat of a "Minister's connection".

Speaking with strength gave one even more confidence.

"Alright, you two take your admission tickets first."

Wei Zheng then handed two magnetic cards printed with photos and serial numbers to Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe, and then pointed to a huge electronic display screen on the hall wall:

"The specific exam process has come out, take a careful look."

At this time, below the electronic screen was already crowded with people.

Everyone was raising their heads to watch the scrolling subtitles, and the sound of discussion buzzed.

Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe seeing this, also crowded closer.

The exam time totals three days.

Tomorrow is the written test, arranged in the teaching building of the "National Special Police Officer Academy" subordinate to the Special Investigation Team, divided into three sessions in the morning and afternoon.

Subjects cover 《Foundations of Law》, 《Foundations of Psychology》, 《Introduction to Political Science》, 《General Principles of Military Management and Command》, as well as National Language and Foreign Languages.

Law and psychology are considered comprehensive subjects, testing administrative professional ability, and their score proportion is not large.

As for the national language and foreign languages being tested separately, the main purpose is obviously to screen out illiterates.

Looking at that long list of book titles, Ma Donghe's Face instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon, painfully scratching his hair:

"It's over, it's over, I really can't understand these things at all, it's simply harder than heavenly books. I wonder if I can guess a passing score?"

After complaining, he turned his head to look at Fang Cheng, like looking for a comrade-in-arms:

"A-Cheng, how is your review?"

"Not bad, I crammed for the past few days."

Fang Cheng answered in a calm tone.

Seeing this, Wei Zheng thought Fang Cheng was putting up a brave front, so he patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry too much. You are applying for the medical team with the identity of 'Traditional Medical Arts Special Talent Student', and the written test passing score line will be correspondingly lowered."

"As long as you don't hand in a blank paper, even if you just barely pass, the teachers will help you pull your score back during the interview."

Fang Cheng smiled and did not explain.

For him with super strong memory, these rote-memorization knowledge points were probably like a college student doing first-grade elementary school math problems; wanting to fail the exam was difficult.

"Senior Brother Wei, what about me? What should I do?"

The "illiterate" Ma Donghe beside him had a bitter Face, like a big bear asking for help.

"You?"

Wei Zheng glanced at him and said ungraciously:

"Just try to fill it up as much as possible, don't leave blanks."

"As for the rest, as long as you show sufficiently excellent results in the physical fitness test, the teachers naturally have a reason to apply for the 'Special Talent Special Recruitment' quota for you and chase the score back."

Seeing Ma Donghe look slightly relieved, Wei Zheng then continued to introduce the exam process:

"The written test is followed by the interview, arranged in the afternoon of the Acquired, in the interrogation room of the Special Investigation Team headquarters."

"Interrogation room?!"

Hearing this, Ma Donghe was suddenly startled.

"Don't be nervous, it's just borrowing the venue."

Wei Zheng explained subsequently:

"The main content is psychological evaluation and political review. This sounds scary, but for you guys, you don't have to worry at all. It's basically just going through the motions to confirm that your background is innocent and you don't have an anti-social personality."

Speaking of this, Wei Zheng paused slightly, his complexion suddenly turning serious.

He raised his hand and pointed to the last line of the electronic screen, tapping it:

"The focus of this exam is still the physical fitness test on the third day."

Fang Cheng's gaze moved down, looking at the content displayed above, his brows slightly raised:

"Xishan?"