CHAPTER 805: CHAPTER 420:

Six o’clock in the morning.

The rain had fallen all night long and finally came to a stop.

The glass was covered with crisscrossing water marks, blurring the awakening city outside into a halo of light.

Inside the room, the light blue walls and sports flooring created a sense of tranquility akin to being on a holiday beach.

However, the temperature on this "beach" was noticeably higher than outside.

As if the heating was turned on in mid-April, or perhaps a furnace had been lit.

"Huff... hiss... huff... hiss..."

Heavy and rhythmic breathing was the only sound in this intense heat.

At this moment, a muscular, bare figure was exercising in an unimaginable way.

His body was entirely parallel to the ground, with his whole weight supported only by his index fingers.

Even more exaggerated, on his broad, mountain-like back, ten heavy cast iron barbell plates were firmly fixed with nylon straps.

Each plate weighed twenty-five kilograms.

This meant he was using two slender fingers to support his body weight plus an additional terrifying 500 pounds.

Every descent, his chest nearly touched the ground;

every push-up, the muscle lines in his arms popped out as if carved with a knife and chisel.

The entire process, the movements were textbook standard, stable beyond the human category.

There was no sweat on his body.

Because as soon as the sweat seeped from the pores, it was instantly evaporated by the astounding body temperature, turning into visible white steam rising slowly from his bronze skin.

Finally, a bead of sweat that couldn’t be evaporated in time slid off his chiseled jaw.

Drawing a gleaming arc in the air, it dropped onto the electronic counter screen below.

The red numbers on the screen jumped instantly with each touch of his forehead.

[2991]

[2992]

[2993]

.........

When the number froze at [3000].

"Whoosh—"

A mouthful of scorching, turbid air was exhaled, forming a clear white arrow.

The steam rising from his body also slowly dissipated with it.

Fang Cheng finally paused, his arms steadily propping up, maintaining a straight posture.

At this moment, his skin was flushed with a layer of red due to the vigorous surge of blood and energy.

Every muscle seemed to be injected with the life of a rock, filled with a restrained yet explosive sense of strength.

After a short rest, he lunged forward to stand up, reaching behind to unfasten the straps.

As the barbell plates were about to detach from his back and crash to the floor, he swiftly turned, scooped them up with his arms, and held the stack of "iron pancakes" steadily in his embrace.

His actions were natural and composed, as if casually carrying a box of equipment at a club.

Fang Cheng walked slowly to the corner and gently set the barbell plates down, stacking them neatly without making a single excess sound.

Then, he picked up a towel from the nearby rack, already soaked in cold water, and wiped it haphazardly over his face and chest.

Afterward, shaking his head, he muttered to himself:

"It’s too light, I’ll need to add ten more blocks next time to make it challenging..."

Fang Cheng actually wanted to purchase a few tons of weight blocks directly, but unfortunately, the largest barbell plate available on the market was just 25KG apiece.

After all, these fitness equipment are designed for regular athletes and enthusiasts, not considering the needs of a "monster" like him who has long surpassed the normal range.

Sweeping his gaze over the heavy punching bags and gymnastic bars set up in the room, Fang Cheng pondered.

Next time, he might try suspending himself with his feet off the ground, carrying these barbell plates, while practicing higher difficulty Russian-style push-ups.

After all, with his strength attribute breaking past 60 points, the old amount of exercise seems a little childish.

Fang Cheng casually swung his arms, walking barefoot toward the window.

His shoulder joints made a series of crisp pops, like roasting seeds.

After completing his stretching routine, Fang Cheng pressed his palm against the cold glass, savoring that refreshing coolness.

The sky remained overcast, but it had begun to lighten slightly.

In the neighborhood, a few early risers wearing sportswear were jogging along the moist green paths.

In the distance, the highway was sparse with cars.

A blue refrigerated truck drove by slowly, probably heading to a seafood market.

It’s only a little after six, a time meant for deep sleep and extra rest.

To be honest, given his expenditure last night, he could afford to take it easy today without guilt.

After enduring consecutive tough opponents, engaging in several intense battles, and even utilizing the "Potential Activation" as a trump card, his stamina had long been severely overdrawn.

By right, he should have been resting well at this moment, replenishing his vitality to avoid leaving unpredictable repercussions on his body.

However, after consuming the "Deep Red Eye," Fang Cheng’s energy was exceedingly abundant, to the point of bleeding from the nose.

The midnight meditation by the sea only solved the contamination problem on a spiritual level with the help of the Spiritual Fire.

Yet, the sensation of being roasted in a furnace remained, with his emotions constantly in an uncalm state of excitement, completely sleepless.

So, he simply ran back and forth along the beach, punched against the cold waves, practiced Air Attack and Push-ups.

After much turmoil, the sky was still pitch-black, and the time was still early.

Fang Cheng returned home to continue exercising, completing the entire training plan for all fitness Skills once over.

Still, he felt it wasn’t strenuous enough.

So he added another 3,000 weighted two-finger push-ups for extra training.

To this moment, Fang Cheng still hadn’t felt the limit of his endurance.

It felt like within his body, there was the imprisonment of an ancient, peerless beast.