Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1084 - 535: Pull-ups Upgraded, King at the Summit!

The sky, a bluish-gray do, is gradually shedding its dimness, slowly turning bright and pale.

A round red sun finally bursts forth, with golden rays piercing the thin clouds, skimming across the glistening sea surface.

The light finally streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the light blue rubber-matted floor.

The fine dust particles floating within the room are illuminated, appearing like countless dancing golden sprites.

The city outside is fully awakened.

From the coastal road in the distance, the sound of car horns cos one after another.

It intertwines with the heavy breathing inside the room, as if playing the prelude to the morning.

"Huff... ha..."

At this mont, Fang Cheng’s naked body is thoroughly drenched in sweat, his skin reflecting an oily shine under the sunlight.

Every muscle is swollen to the extre, veins winding like enraged dragons across his arms and neck.

With each intense breath, it seems as though they might burst out at any mont.

He exhaled a mouthful of hot, stale air, then let go and jumped down from the pull-up bar.

As he landed, his arms were slightly limp, a sign of lactic acid buildup to the limit.

Fang Cheng shook his aching, almost splitting arms, wiped the sweat from his eyes with his hand, and glanced at the light blue screen before him again.

At the bottom of the panel, lines of delightful prompt ssages quietly erge.

[Pull-up Experience 17]

[Pull-up Experience 16]

[Pull-ups lv3 (981/1000)]

Spending almost an hour and a half, he finally completed two sets of 200 power pull-ups under "Training Mode."

During this period, the actual ti spent on the exercise was not much, probably about twenty minutes, less than half an hour.

Most of the ti was forced to be used for rest and adjustnt.

A terrifying internal pressure of up to six tons, accompanying each action, continuously tore the muscle fibers at the exertion points.

Even with Fang Cheng’s abnormal physical constitution, he still needs enough ti to reorganize those deeply shredded muscle groups.

At the sa ti, this also consus a massive amount of his stamina.

Speaking of which, this internal pressure is much more challenging than rely carrying a six-ton weight.

After all, external forces can be supported by bones and deflected with technique.

But this "internal pressure" is pervasive, directly acting on every muscle fiber, every cell layer, unavoidable.

Yet, pain doesn’t matter; what’s crucial is the gain.

Watching the experience growth ssage steadily approaching a boundary he has never reached before,

Fang Cheng’s heart pounded steadily, increasingly strong and powerful.

"LV4..."

He softly sighed, his eyes filled with longing.

According to the previous panel prompts, LV5 should be the ultimate level of a skill.

That’s the ultimate realm capable of synthesizing a Mythical Talent.

And LV4, being the necessary path to mythology, what qualitative change will it bring?

Is it even more exaggerated attribute enhancents, or so kind of incomprehensible new effect?

This unknown sense of anticipation scratches at the heart incessantly like a cat’s paw.

Thoughts quickly flitted through his mind, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, once again becoming resolute.

Just another 1 or 2 sets, and I can definitely level up!

But before that, fuel must be replenished.

Fang Cheng turned to the corner, opened the freezer door, took out a bottle of mineral water, and gulped it down.

The icy liquid rushed down his throat into the fiery body, triggering a gratifying shudder.

Then he opened the freezer drawer and grabbed several packs of vacuum-sealed braised beef and marinated chicken breast.

Rip!

Fang Cheng couldn’t be bothered to heat them, directly tearing the packaging and stuffing the frozen chunks of at into his mouth.

His cheeks bulged, chewing vigorously.

He looked like a lone wolf starving for three days in the wild, ferocious and urgent.

The tough at fibers were instantly crushed under his sharp teeth, transforming into organic fuel sustaining the machine’s operation, then swallowed whole.

Several big bags of at were cleared out in less than two minutes.

Casually crumpling the packaging bags into a ball, Fang Cheng threw them into the trash can in the corner with precision.

Then he started doing simple stretching exercises.

Arms clasped backward, spine twisting.

"Crack, crack—"

A series of crisp joint sounds exploded in the quiet living room.

That’s the fascia being forcibly stretched, joints returning to place.

It sounds unsettling, yet it signifies a rapid recovery of endurance.

Resting for about ten minutes, as the warm flow in his stomach gradually weakened, he felt almost ready.

The fervent flas rekindled in Fang Cheng’s black eyes.

He took another gulp of water, tossed away the empty bottle, and returned under the pull-up bar.

Deep squat, gather strength, leap, grab the bar.

The movents were seamless, agile, and smooth.

His naked body hung in mid-air once more.

With every slow pull-up, he remained straightened out like a spear.

Only the muscles of his arms and back surged vigorously like waves.

As ti passed, the light outside the window grew even more intense.

The sun slowly rose between a few skyscrapers in the distant business district.

The weather in May now possesses a touch of early sumr’s mugginess.

At this mont, the sunlight penetrated through the glass, unimpededly scorching Fang Cheng’s back.

Sweat flowed down his spine, evaporating from body heat before reaching the floor.

"..."

"98."

"99."

"100."

Fang Cheng silently counted in his heart, strictly adhering to the standard of "three seconds of power gathering" for each movent.

As his chin smoothly passed the bar for the hundredth ti, he hung by his arms, slightly panting as he looked at the panel.

[Pull-up Experience 15]

[Pull-ups Level 3 (996/1000)]

Seeing the number just a step away from completion, Fang Cheng’s chapped lips curled into a grim smile.

He was only 4 experience points away.

The feeling of impending breakthrough was as intense as the tremors before a volcanic eruption, making the blood in his whole body boil.

Fang Cheng looked up at the bar hanging above his head, as if gazing at a formidable enemy that must be conquered.

The fighting spirit in his heart burned brighter and brighter, and his gaze beca sharper.

According to the plan, he should take a break, recuperate, and then make the final sprint.

But he didn’t let go.

Instead of jumping down, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and forcefully break through!

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and pulled up again.

This ti, he didn’t continue the previous three-second rhythm but deliberately slowed the movent down.

He boldly initiated the four-second extre training mode.

Boom!

The terrifying internal pressure of eight tons instantly descended.

The fascia within him seed to stretch to the limit, emitting a teeth-gritting "crack" sound.

The pain instantly doubled, which also ant the efficiency of gaining experience points doubled.

The extre exertion on the verge of collapse made his spirit highly focused.

It was as if, in an instant, all surrounding sounds disappeared.

The world beca just this cold bar in front of him and the blood rushing like magma within.

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck, letting out a low growl like a beast.

"Ugh—"

A more violent and dominating force suddenly erupted from within.

At this mont, he was using pure physical strength to fight against the terrifying pressure trying to collapse him from within.

One.

Two.

...

Every pull-up felt like climbing a mountain, with every muscle screaming in pain.

Finally, on the ninth rep.

A sound as if a shackle had been shattered reverberated explosively in the depths of his mind.

"Ha—"

Sweat stead off Fang Cheng’s body as he mustered his last bit of strength, his chin abruptly passing over the bar.

At this mont, a splendid light suddenly exploded on his previously calm retina.

The light was far more intense and majestic than the blazing sun outside.

No longer the previous pale blue, it was a pure gold symbolizing glory and majesty, almost dominantly occupying his entire vision.

Soon after, several prompt ssages appeared in succession, coming into view.

[Congratulations, through unimaginable effort and perseverance, your skill has reached the King Level, bringing you one step closer to the pinnacle of Body Sanctification]

[Pull-ups Level 4 (0/2500)]

[Congratulations, you have simultaneously received two Skill Enhancent rewards]

[Enhancent Reward One, Free Attributes 15 points]

[Enhancent Reward Two, all previously mastered related Skill Effects receive one enhancent opportunity under King Level dominion]

"I actually got two Skill Enhancent rewards at once?"

Fang Cheng let go of his hands, falling heavily onto the rubber mat.

Ignoring the sweat dripping into his eyes, a slight uncontrollable thrill appeared on his face.

In the past, skill upgrades usually only gave 6 to 12 attribute rewards or unlocked a new Skill Effect.

But after breaking through to Level 4 this ti, the panel was extraordinarily generous, as if it had suddenly developed a conscience.

On second thought, it’s actually sensible.

After all, the weight of the word "King" is incomparable to that of "Master" or "Grandmaster."

If Level 3 ant teetering on the edge of human limits, then Level 4 was breaking through the barrier between mortal and extraordinary, stepping into a whole new realm.

At least in the skill of "Pull-ups," Fang Cheng stood at the pinnacle among the world’s billions, the undisputed best!

You must know, to reach such a peerless level, he endured countless hours of repetitive practice.

How many lonely dawns did he spend under the pull-up bar, sweating profusely?

During this, he withstood nurous tis of muscle-tearing pain and the deep-seated soreness after workouts.

He paid an imnse price for today’s quantum leap.

Fang Cheng had ample confidence to proudly enjoy this glory belonging only to the strong.

Even if the rewards were several tis richer, it would be entirely deserved.

Calming his excitent, Fang Cheng first focused his gaze on the first enhancent reward.

"15 points of Free Attributes..."

This was definitely a significant fortune.

But how to allocate the points?

That’s a very real problem he had to face.

Fang Cheng slightly moved his mind, then pulled up the attribute interface, his eyes sweeping over several lines of core data.

[Constitution: 80]

[Strength: 70]

[Agility: 64]

[Spirit: 70]