That’s right.
What Fang Cheng wanted to verify was the actual effect of the newly unlocked hidden Skill Effect, Powerful Ejection, in Training Mode.
At this mont, as his movents stretched out, the chain with a 500-pound iron block at his waist was pulled taut.
The trendous pull acted on the spine and shoulder joints, emitting a slight sound of skeletal stretching.
Pull up, let down.
Pull up, then let down again...
Fang Cheng’s practice of the pull-up movents was smooth and steady.
To outsiders, it might seem effortless.
But he could clearly feel a peculiar pressure quietly generating within his body.
That pressure didn’t co from external weights but from a high-frequency internal oscillation and resistance within the muscle fibers themselves.
It felt as if countless invisible hands were pressing in from all directions, trying to compress each bundle of his muscle fibers even tighter.
Is this the so-called "internal pressure"?
Fang Cheng silently calculated in his heart.
His Constitution was now as high as 80 points, with bone density and muscle fiber compaction far surpassing normal people.
Although he appeared brisk and well-proportioned on the outside, looking at most around 180 to 190 pounds, his actual weight had long approached 400 pounds.
The solid wood bed at ho creaked every ti he lay on it, as if it might collapse at any mont.
According to the Skill Effect description, the internal pressure in Training Mode was at least ten tis his own body weight.
That is, at this mont, the pressure he was enduring internally was at least 4,000 pounds, which is two tons!
No wonder there was such an obvious feeling of compression.
"However..."
Fang Cheng’s brow slightly furrowed.
Such intensity was clearly not enough for him.
With his current Strength and Constitution, although the two-ton internal pressure could be felt, it was far from being exhausting.
Even adding the 500-pound barbell plates at his waist, doing 100 continuous pull-ups was still easy and unrestrained.
"The panel Skill description states that in Training Mode, you endure internal pressure equivalent to more than ten tis your body weight while increasing exercise efficiency by more than ten tis..."
A flash of thought crossed Fang Cheng’s eyes.
"Maybe I can further increase the intensity of the internal pressure by prolonging the movent ti?"
With this thought in mind.
He imdiately took a deep breath, beginning to attempt to extend the ti of a single pull-up from one second to two seconds.
The effect was instantaneous.
As Fang Cheng deliberately slowed down his movent speed, that peculiar internal pressure abruptly surged.
The feeling was as if a massive steel plate suddenly pressed down from above, with invisible iron walls pressing inward from all sides at the sa ti.
Every bundle of muscle fibers creaked under this terrifying pressure, as if being hamred by countless iron hamrs simultaneously.
"Hiss..."
Fang Cheng took a sharp breath.
A rough estimate indicated that the internal pressure at two seconds nearly doubled, reaching around four tons.
That is to say, for every second extended, the internal pressure would increase by a fold.
"Interesting!"
A smile curved on Fang Cheng’s lips.
Then let’s up the ante and extend it to three seconds to see.
He maintained the Charging State, without releasing the accumulated potential energy, and continued to control his body to slowly rise.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Six tons of internal pressure roared in!
This ti, the pressure had started to beco sowhat heavy.
Fang Cheng could feel the muscle fibers inside experiencing intense contraction and resistance, as if countless steel cables were twisting and rubbing against each other.
But still within the bearable range.
He didn’t stop and continued trying to extend the ti to four seconds.
As the movent further slowed, the terrifying internal pressure climbed again, soaring directly to eight tons.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but clench his teeth, and tiny beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead.
The muscles on his arms trembled slightly, with veins bulging high under the skin like winding earthworms.
Even with his current 70 points in Strength and 80 points in Constitution.
Facing this pressure equivalent to two full-grown elephants combined, he began to feel the strain.
Under this terrifying load, the 500-pound barbell plates at his waist felt as light as an ornant, entirely negligible.
However, Fang Cheng still managed to grittingly persevere.
"Since that’s the case, let’s test the limits then!"
A glint burst in his eyes.
Finally.
Five seconds!
Boom!
The terrifying pressure reached its peak in an instant.
Ten tons! A full 20,000 pounds!
Equivalent to the weight of a fully loaded small truck, just like that imposed entirely on his body, as if it had rolled over him heavily.
Fang Cheng clenched his teeth, the veins on his temples bulging.
His arms began to tremble violently, every muscle swelling under extre pressure, skin flushing and swelling with blood.
This completely internal "internal pressure" was indeed more terrifying than any external weight.
It was everywhere, from bones to fascia, from muscles to blood vessels, every cell was enduring this overwhelming pressure.
"Ugh!"
A low growl squeezed out from Fang Cheng’s throat.
All his muscles were swollen to the extre, you could even hear the "crack" of the fascia within stretching to its limits.
Fortunately, this force was confined as "internal pressure" within himself, acting only on him.
Otherwise, this ten-ton weight would directly twist that specially made load-bearing steel beam on the ceiling into a pretzel.
Barely completing a standard move, he pulled his chin over the bar.
Then, Fang Cheng slowly lowered his body, released his hands, and landed on the ground.
"Hoo—"
He shook his sore arms, taking deep breaths to stabilize the tumultuous blood flow within.
Five seconds was the limit; he couldn’t push further, or it would easily lead to torn and strained arm muscle fibers.
But to be honest, the effect of this training was indeed a bit terrifying.
Fang Cheng looked down at his arms, the biceps swollen and flushed from the extre pressure just now, displaying a reddish color.
Luckily, thanks to the abnormal recovery power granted by 80 Constitution points, it took less than half a minute of rest.
The soreness had completely faded, and his physical strength was fully restored.
"Three seconds is the most suitable intensity."
Fang Cheng made up his mind.
Six tons of internal pressure, plus a five-hundred-pound weight, ensured sufficient training intensity without excessive pressure leading to distorted movents.
Grasping the bar again, Fang Cheng pulled his body up once more.
This ti, he strictly controlled each movent to about three seconds.
Pull up—three seconds.
Lower down—three seconds.
The entire process was slow and steady, without a hint of shaking.
The latissimus dorsi spread out like bat wings, contracting and stretching with the rhythm of the movents, each muscle fiber exerting power precisely.
The trapezius, rhomboid, and teres major muscles rolled and undulated under the skin, outlining explosive lines.
"10."
"11."
"12."
...
The number steadily increased.
As his body gradually adapted to this training rhythm, Fang Cheng beca increasingly composed.
His breathing was steady and deep, movents standard and smooth, as if the terrifying six-ton internal pressure did not exist.
It was unknown how much ti had passed.
The sky outside the window began to lighten slightly, the darkness gradually fading away.
"100."
Fang Cheng counted the last number, finally letting out a long breath, releasing his grip to land once more.
A light blue screen floated tily before his eyes.
[Pull-up Experience 23]
[Pull-ups Level 3 (251/1000)]
Just a set of 100, and he gained 10 experience points.
Fang Cheng quickly did so ntal math.
At the previous training intensity, completing the sa number of pull-ups would gain about 2 points of experience.
Yet now, under the conditions of a five-hundred-pound load plus six tons of internal pressure, the efficiency of gaining experience increased nearly twelvefold.
"This feels aweso!"
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but clench his fist, his eyes sparkling with excitent.
Although his muscles were sore and he was sweating profusely, he knew clearly.
With this training mode, the speed of his power growth would soon achieve a qualitative leap.
In less than a month, he would soon attain his first Level 4 skill.
Those threats from the "Ideal Land," those enemies lurking in the dark, how much ti could they give him?
He didn’t know.
But it didn’t matter.
Because starting now, his progress every day would be unimaginable!
Fang Cheng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out.
The outline of the city gradually beca clear.
In the distance on the horizon, a red sun was brewing its outburst of power.
At this mont, the first golden ray of dawn suddenly tore through the sky, piercing through the floor-to-ceiling window like a sharp sword, shining on Fang Cheng’s bare torso.
His muscles swelled and rose, sweat glistening in the sunlight, emitting an aura as robust as ancient gods and demons.
A new day was about to begin.
And his journey of training and growing stronger was far from over.
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