8: Chapter 8 Skill Effect "Iron Fist"

Chapter 8: Skill Special Effect " Iron Fist "

Fang Cheng raised his head.

Seeing the interface emit a light even more brilliant than before.

On the right side of the " Boxing " skill column, two small arrow indicators appeared.

Respectively listing the specific details of the two enhancement directions.

[ Enhancement One: 6 Free Attribute Rewards ]

[ Enhancement Two: 2 Physique Attribute Rewards, Skill Special Effect " Iron Fist " ]

[ Note, this special effect can make the palm bones and muscles acquire toughness twice the total Physique attribute ]

Enhancement selection.

Fang Cheng had also encountered this situation previously when upgrading the " Speed Reading " skill.

At that time, in order to quickly improve learning efficiency, he gave up the 4 Mental Attribute enhancements.

And chose another enhancement direction.

1 Mental Attribute, and the skill special effect that enhances reading memory by four times — — " Rapid Eyeball Movement ".

Now a similar choice appeared again.

Only this time, both enhancement rewards were more generous than before, and both perfectly fit Fang Cheng's current needs.

Choose Enhancement One.

Adding these 6 free attributes to Strength and Agility could instantly bring one's physical fitness level to that of a professional boxer.

Choose Enhancement Two.

Although it could only add 2 Physique, his fists becoming as hard as iron would undoubtedly improve his actual combat capability.

What was even more crucial was that the skill special effect had growth potential.

10 Physique could achieve the effect of 20 Physique, and 20 would be the effect of 40.

And so on, it was hard to imagine how terrifying these hands would become as they developed further?

Perhaps tearing Gundams apart with bare hands wouldn't be a dream anymore!

One was a short-term boost, while the other focused more on long-term development.

After considering for a few seconds, Fang Cheng made a decision.

" Choose Enhancement Two! "

Along with a silent recitation in his heart, his whole body's blood seemed to boil, continuously surging into his palms.

Fang Cheng felt his hands suddenly tighten.

The metacarpals, phalanges, and the muscles attached to the joints seemed to be compressed from the outside in by a strong force.

This intense pain only lasted for an instant before suddenly vanishing.

The two small arrows on the interface also disappeared along with it.

Fang Cheng lowered his head to gaze at his own hands.

Under the sunlight, his fingers appeared fair and slender, with distinct joints.

From the surface of the skin, it seemed impossible to see any traces of enhancement.

But that savage power hidden within could be truly and tangibly felt.

" The current me... "

Fang Cheng muttered to himself with lowered head, slowly clenching his hands, making his knuckles crackle.

He possessed fists of the Boxing champion level...

At least in terms of hardness!

However — —

The next second, a wave of weakness immediately struck.

His stomach was rumbling, and stomach acid kept churning.

His body ungratefully protested, as if it had been starved for several days.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized.

After activating " Potential Activation ", he had enjoyed the wonderful feeling of torturing his body too much.

He actually even forgot to eat breakfast!

Glancing at the alarm clock on the table, it showed the time as 10:59.

It was almost noon.

Starting from 5 AM until now, he had already exercised for a full six hours.

For an ordinary person, this was simply the rhythm of courting death.

" Fortunately, my current Physique is not something ordinary people can compare to! "

Looking at the Physique raised to 11 points on the attribute column.

Fang Cheng's mindset was steady, and he unhurriedly walked into the bathroom to get a towel to wipe his sweat.

9 points was roughly the average standard of a healthy adult male.

10 points was probably the level of someone who exercised regularly, an amateur fitness enthusiast.

These were deduced by Fang Cheng based on his own situation and comparisons with others.

As for 11 points, it obviously exceeded most ordinary people, reaching the physical fitness of a general professional athlete, deserving to be called an elite.

If he could continue to successfully unlock and upgrade all of the " Prisoners Six Arts ", each attribute would at least approach 20 points.

By then, his physical stamina and recovery speed would definitely be completely different from now.

Perhaps he could be mentioned in the same breath as the world's top athletes and compete on the same stage.

For example, participating in an international marathon race and competing for the championship prize money.

For example, doing 1,000 continuous Push-ups without blushing or getting out of breath...

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, his eyes filled with the joy of growing stronger and prospects for the future.

" Thinking about such things now is still a bit too early. "

After wiping his sweat, he smiled self-deprecatingly and opened the old refrigerator with a yellowed exterior at home.

Yet he saw it was empty inside, with nothing else except two cabbages and a small half-box of yogurt.

The food reserved for a week previously had long been eaten in advance by himself, whose appetite had greatly increased.

Fang Cheng looked slightly disappointed, picked up the half-box of yogurt, and slowly licked it.

Then he put on a jacket, and packed clothes and toiletries into his cross-body bag.

Deciding to rest for half a day today, he would first go to the public bathroom downstairs to take a hot shower and relax his body.

Then go to the supermarket to purchase supplies, come back to cook meals himself, and practice Culinary Arts.

Especially eat a few more honey-glazed braised chicken legs he had recently learned.

Exercise, rest, and nutritional supplementation have always been the three major elements of fitness.

As for the afternoon, he would go to the hospital to visit his grandfather's illness and incidentally deliver food to his mother.

The plan for the day was packed full.

...

Xiguan District, Renan Hospital.

Here, it was close to the suburban park at the foot of the West Mountain, with a quiet and secluded environment, far from the bustling city.

Although located in a remote area, it was one of the few public Grade 3 Class A hospitals in Dongdu.

Fang Cheng changed into a white hoodie, carried his cross-body bag, held the insulated lunch box, and walked into the crowded first-floor lobby.

No mistakes, check every single one!

He did not look around, walking familiarly toward the inpatient department's elevator bank.

In the spare time waiting for the elevator, the cries of young children and the scolding of adults drifted into his ears from time to time.

There were even family members of patients arguing and rolling around making a scene with the staff.

Medical-patient issues, even if changed to another world, remained the same, with no difference at all.

The noise of the crowd intertwined with the pungent smell of disinfectant, forming the hospital's unique anxious atmosphere.

Looking at the tortoise-slowly jumping numbers on the floor display.

Fang Cheng consciously entered Focus mode, silently reciting the contents of the law textbook.

With a " ding " sound.

The elevator finally descended to the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.

He raised his head, waited for the people inside to come out first, and then stepped into the elevator.

Just as he pressed the close door button, a cry telling him to stop came: " Wait! "

Immediately after, footsteps sounded disorderly.

A tattooed palm blocked the elevator door that was about to close.

" Sigh, seriously... "

A rough voice rang out, and a strong man wearing a tight-fitting Elasticity shirt in the dead of winter, with bulging pectoral muscles, squeezed in.

He glanced at Fang Cheng, with a " slap ", forcefully pressed the floor button, and complained in his mouth:

" Today's young people don't have the mutual aid spirit of our generation at all. They don't even help press the button when they see someone coming. "

The other two young men who followed him in were also dressed flashily, swearing and cursing.

Among them, a short guy with dyed yellow hair on his head even jumped up and pointed at Fang Cheng's nose, clamoring:

" Pretty boy, do you not have eyes? "

" Sorry. "

Fang Cheng bowed slightly to express his apology.

Just now he was only focused on reciting, and indeed didn't notice them walking over.

It was just a small episode.

Appropriate concession was like a spring breeze turning into rain, which could smoothly eliminate needless disputes.

However...

Not to mention that these three guys were loutish and took up most of the elevator space.

They were also smoking while making a hubbub, which was truly quite annoying.

Fang Cheng could only stand in the corner, silently listening to their boring topic among themselves.

" Damn it, after chasing debts for a few days, we only managed to ask for two thousand yuan. The boss won't fire us, right? "

" What can we do, they're all a bunch of poor ghosts who can't squeeze out a few drops of oil. Doing this trade is not as satisfying as going to the street to fight. "

" Yingjun, a person must be ruthless. If you aren't ruthless enough, people will look down on you. It'll be your turn to show what you're made of later. "

" Brother, I know, I am working hard to learn... "

The elevator stopped as it went up floor by floor, doors opening and closing.

The people outside preparing to take the elevator saw the three guardian-deity-like guys, and no one dared to come in.

Fortunately, when reaching the 7th floor, the three suspected triad members finally walked out.

The inside of the elevator returned to peace, continuing upward.

Ding.

The display numbers jumped to " 8 ", and Fang Cheng also stepped out of the elevator.

He raised his head to glance at the nameplate of " Department of Medical Oncology II ", and then looked toward the nurses' station.

Over there, several young nurse sisters wearing white clothes and round caps were chatting and talking about things.

Fang Cheng had been here many times and was relatively familiar with them, so he walked right over to ask questions.

A young nurse with a flushed face reached out and pointed to Room 812 at the end of the left corridor.

Fang Cheng smiled and thanked her, immediately picked up the insulated box, and found the location following the instructions.

Pushing the door open, the pungent smell of sprayed disinfectant hit his nostrils.

This was a newly vacated double ward.

Blue bedsheets, white floor tiles, almost spotless.

The winter sunlight shone in from outside the opened curtains, reflecting a serene light color tone.

In front of the windowsill, a slender middle-aged woman was bending over mopping the floor.

Her clothes were plain, without any gorgeous ornamentation, yet she possessed a special gentle and elegant temperament.

Fang Cheng put down the lunch box, walked straight over, and grasped the mop handle.

" Mom, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll help you mop. "

The middle-aged woman seemed to be lost in thought, jumped in fright, and immediately raised her head.

Her tightly furrowed brows subsequently relaxed, revealing unexpected joy.

" Chengcheng, why are you here? "