At the mont when kinetic energy was about to deplete and the body was falling, he lightly tapped the water surface with his toes to obtain a support point from the tension and propelled himself forward into the air once more.
Just like the "Rippling Waves Steps" shown by peerless experts in movies.
Fang Cheng thought about it more and felt it made sense.
Now, his airti only lacked the last 0.02 seconds before he could fully unlock the Flying Skill.
But this insignificant 0.02 seconds was like a chasm that spanned before him.
Originally, he planned to wait for the Agility Attribute to break through the threshold of 80 points, relying on the overall leap of physical quality to make up for this last shortfall.
But the actual progress was still too slow.
Fang Cheng moved his mind and summoned the panel.
His gaze swiftly scanned the skill bar, only to see that among the densely packed entries, only two skills were nearing a breakthrough.
[Jujutsu Lv2 (457/500)]
[Muay Thai lv2 (401/500)]
These two skills seed to require less than a hundred experience points to upgrade, but Fang Cheng was well aware.
If combat skills were practiced only by oneself daily with punching and kicking, without conducting high-intensity actual combat, the experience gained would be negligible.
Based on the current progress, if he just practiced Air Attack every day, it would take at least half a month or a month to upgrade.
The most crucial thing was that skill upgrades do not necessarily an a reward of free attribute points.
Just like the Qigong advancing to the Grandmaster Level a few days ago.
Besides mastering the new skill effect, "Mixed Elent True Domain," it only provided a fixed reward of 3 Constitution Attribute points, with no chance to add them to Agility.
Therefore, Fang Cheng changed his approach.
This last 0.02-second gap, rather than waiting for an uncertain attribute reward.
It would be better to rely on his regular exercises, actively challenge the limits, and mimic flight to make up for it.
Just like before, he had a life-and-death battle with Ghost Scythe high in the sky and fell from the sky at last.
He considered that extrely dangerous high-altitude fall as a trial of life and death, using wind gliding to simulate flying.
Ultimately, he successfully captured the rhythm of the wind and comprehended so natural mysteries.
When he landed successfully, the panel naturally provided a tip to increase airti.
With prior experience, it proved that this self-cultivation path was totally viable.
However, in recent tis, various incidents kept happening, and Fang Cheng had been continuously busy without leisure.
There were no suitable conditions to find high buildings or cliffs to jump off and further attempt simulation of flying.
Looking at this vast lakeshore, paired with the terrifying montum brought by sonic speed, he suddenly took a fancy to give it a try here.
"Let’s give it a try."
With this thought, Fang Cheng did not hesitate anymore.
He looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, then imdiately dived into the dense trees beside the road.
A few seconds later, he took off the cumberso sportswear and shoes and walked out wearing only his signature red sports briefs.
Barefoot on the moist, soft dirt, his ten toes curled slightly, gripping the ground like animal claws.
Ahead was a broad mudflat extending towards the lake water.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his chest puffed up, and large amounts of oxygen were forcefully pumped into his blood.
Boom! Boom!
The heart began to beat violently, making muffled drum-like sounds, as if an engine was starting.
"Rise!"
With a low shout, the thigh muscles suddenly burgeoned, and veins coiled like dragons.
Boom!
The soil cracked, and two deep holes with half-ter diaters appeared suddenly, with mud splashing.
Fang Cheng’s entire body was like a heavy cannonball fired, disappearing instantly.
Twenty ters! Thirty ters! Fifty ters!
He accelerated crazily on the mudflat, with every step making the ground tremble.
The mud and water behind him were sprayed several ters away, forming a mud dragon.
Speed reached its limit in rely 0.1 second.
The gale shrieked in his ears, and the air beca sticky like glue.
The invisible sound barrier once again stood before him.
If it were before, Fang Cheng would have needed to grit his teeth and sprint, enduring pain like thousands of blades slicing him.
But now, with a Constitution of 83 points, he could ignore the pressure that could tear the body.
"Break!"
Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed brilliantly, his figure shattering the barrier without obstruction.
Boom——
A circle of visible white shockwave clouds detonated around him, with a massive sonic boom echoing by the lake, shaking off countless leaves.
In the next second, he carried the massive kinetic energy and stepped out of the mudflat onto the lake surface.
Pa!
No sound of water splashing.
At the mont Fang Cheng’s foot touched the water surface, he felt a subtle and distinct tension.
It was not the stiff feedback of stepping on solid ground, but rather an extrely elastic support.
Just like a dragonfly skimming the water.
This instant of rapid stepping made the soft water surface generate enough surface tension, becoming a leverage point for him.
Fang Cheng did not sink down.
Instead, on the lake surface, he used this recoil force to leap up!
By now, his running speed had already surpassed sonic speed.
At this speed, the headwind was no longer a gentle breeze but turned into a highly dense, nearly tangible fluid wall.
Fang Cheng faced the wind head-on, imdiately feeling the terrifying wind resistance trying to flip him backward entirely.
And this was precisely what he wanted to verify.
Fang Cheng did not rely on brute force to insist but held his breath and concentrated, releasing all his senses, capturing the motion of every air stream.
He slightly lifted his chin, leaning his torso forward appropriately, extending his arms like wings to the sides, facing the violent airflow with his broad chest and abdon.
In just an instant, he precisely adjusted his posture in mid-air.
Thus, the effects of fluid chanics completely manifested.
The high-speed airflow slamd against him, guided and redirected downward along the streamlined muscle contour, then swept up along the body’s arc.
The airflow slowed down and increased pressure on the underside, while speeding up and reduced pressure on the upper side.
The huge pressure difference created between the upper and lower surfaces birthed a strong lift imdiately.
This force was like an invisible pair of hands lifting him, partly offsetting his weight.
In this way, his body, which should have followed a parabola and quickly fell, miraculously glided horizontally in mid-air.
At this mont, Fang Cheng felt he was no longer a person running but a fighter jet flying extrely low over the lake surface.
His body in sonic state seed to co with a flying mode.
The enormous kinetic energy brought remarkable air lift.
The water surface below was no longer a runway to push off but a "pedal" to maintain height and provide balance.
He only needed to lightly touch the water surface with his toe at the mont when the montum slightly decreased and the body subsided.
With the instantaneously generated water surface tension, along with the airti he already possessed, the body rose again, gliding forward tens of ters.
If soone were standing on the shore at this mont, they would behold an extrely striking scene.
A streak of human-shaped light streaked across the vast lake surface at high speed.
Because of the speed, the water he stepped on didn’t even have ti to explode imdiately.
Until he sped dozens of ters away, and the water waves rolled to the sides under the gust.
The calm dark lake surface bore a straight white water trace.
As if dividing the whole Yulong Lake in half.
What exhilaration!
Fang Cheng opened his arms, displaying transcendent Rippling Waves Steps on the vast lakeshore.
Like the most skilled Qinggong expert, sotis gliding with the wind like a bird spreading its wings and sotis tapping the water with toes to elevate higher.
Enjoying the sensation that fell between "flying" and "running."
This was exactly the right thod he wanted to master.
Using the initial extre speed of the body to compress air and obtain lift, using the water surface tension as a leverage point to maintain height, finding a delicate balance between weightlessness and leveraging.
This... was the prototype of flying!
However, human power has its limits.
After sprinting across several kiloters, air resistance started to voraciously devour his kinetic energy.
Once speed drops below sonic speed, air lift drastically decreases, and the tension of the water surface cannot support his weight anymore.
The invisible force that carried him constantly dissipated, finally exhausting entirely.
Wow!
Fang Cheng’s legs sank, the light gliding posture instantly lost balance.
The great inertia had him roll several tis in water, splashing huge waves, finally falling heavily into the lake depths.
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