At this mont, after warming up his body, he clenched his fists.
Silently feeling the calming of his inner energy and blood, he slightly bent his legs, lowering his center of gravity.
The Muay Thai Air Attack just now was only a warm-up.
Next was the special training in Jujutsu for honing body flexibility and core control.
The sea breeze gently blew by, carrying away so of the heat from his body.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, leaning forward, his whole body seemingly weightless as he fell forward.
Just as his shoulder was about to touch the ground, he lightly supported himself with his arm, his body following suit and smoothly completing a forward roll.
Then he bounced up, using the montum to leap into the air, completing an elegant backflip mid-air.
Afterward, a series of fluid flips followed one after another on the beach.
Fang Cheng continuously rolled and leaped on the soft sand.
His joints and muscles seed to lose their physical limits, showcasing astonishing flexibility.
The moves lacked the dominating presence of the Muay Thai exercises from before and instead exuded a silky smoothness akin to flowing water.
The mont his toes touched the ground, he deliberately controlled his leg muscles to gradually dissipate the force of his fall.
His feet left only two shallow indentations in the sand.
Compared to the earlier Muay Thai practice where stamping the ground seed inevitable, it was a stark contrast.
In the darkness of the beach, this tireless figure kept leaping and rolling.
As agile as a fish swimming and as light as a petrel soaring.
As if rging with the heavens and the earth, only the faint sound of breathing echoed in the sea breeze.
After about half an hour.
With a spinning motion, Fang Cheng leaped into the air, drawing a beautiful arc before his feet softly landed on the ground like falling leaves.
He straightened his waist, raised his hand to wipe away the tiny beads of sweat from his forehead, and his chest rhythmically rose and fell with his breaths.
In front of his sight, the sea breeze seed to pause for a mont.
A pale blue, translucent screen slowly appeared on his retina, followed by several lines of clear data:
[Jujutsu Experience 3]
[Jujutsu Lv2 (485/500)]
[Muay Thai Experience 3]
[Muay Thai Lv2 (474/500)]
Fang Cheng looked at the panel display, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his deep eyes.
This morning exercise, he purposely spent more than an hour practicing fighting skills.
Although the experience points gained were far inferior to the abundant ones from life-and-death combat in West Mountain with Lu Tianming, they were solid and steady.
As long as he practiced persistently every day, the breakthrough to upgrade these two fighting skills was already within reach.
Perhaps, within less than a week, he could earn new attribute points.
Fang Cheng pondered briefly, put away the panel, and slowly turned, looking toward the vast ocean.
At this mont, the deep blackness on the distant horizon was finally pierced.
A faint brightness of fish belly white appeared at the edge of the sky.
The sea, gradually shedding the darkness of night, appeared infinitely vast, with rolling waves seemingly under the pull of so grand force, continuously surging toward the shore.
A slightly salty sea breeze blew directly, tousling the damp strands of hair on his forehead.
Looking at the splendid natural scene ahead, listening to the roaring surging of the tides, Fang Cheng’s blood could not help but flow faster.
An impulse to break free from so constraint suddenly seized his heart.
Fang Cheng lowered his head, looked at his feet planted in the sand.
On that night in West Mountain, while chasing Lu Tianming among the woods, he finally unlocked the Flying Skill.
But due to being busy clearing the battlefield and covering his tracks, plus the possibility of Special Search Team mbers lurking nearby, he had never found a suitable opportunity to truly experience this miraculous ability.
After returning to the city, the environnt also did not allow it.
In crowded places, amidst towering buildings, it was even more impossible to perform freely in public.
But now, with the sky still dark and no one around.
Behind him lay the sleeping city, and before him stretched the vast expanse of the ocean.
Could there be a more perfect test flight venue?
Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, his whole body’s muscles gradually tightening.
The thick True Qi within him surged like rivers, swiftly circulating through his limbs.
He took a deep breath, his chest swelling high, a large amount of oxygen-rich blood pumped into his thighs.
Bare toes firmly dug into the moist sand, compressing the sand layer to rigidity like stone.
The next second, he twisted his waist and hips, and the muscles in his legs suddenly exerted force.
Bang!
The beach abruptly exploded into a deep pit several ters in diater.
The sand rain in the sky hadn’t fallen yet, but Fang Cheng’s figure had already transford into a shadow, rushing toward the sea surface.
The mont he started, his speed broke through the sound barrier.
A visually noticeable ring of white shock wave cloud exploded behind him, with the intense airflow carving two deep grooves into the beach.
Fang Cheng stepped out tens of ters, his foot pressing heavily on the undulating sea surface.
Smack!
His body did not fall into the water.
Under high-speed impact, the soft seawater couldn’t be displaced in ti, and the surface tension instantly multiplied, becoming as hard as a concrete ground.
The water surface rely exploded with a splash of white foam.
Using this powerful recoil force, Fang Cheng’s body started to shoot forward close to the sea surface.
Compared to his previous practice flying on the water at Yulong Lake, his body now seed lighter, more able to resist the wind’s drag.
With just a single step of acceleration, he glided nearly two hundred ters on the sea surface.
"It really works."
The corners of Fang Cheng’s mouth lifted, his eyes flashing with a glimr.
As his control over body functions beca ever more delicate, the feedback of defying gravity grew increasingly clear.
He was now only half a ter from the sea surface, with swirling waves of white foam sweeping underneath, salty water splashing occasionally on his calves.
Fang Cheng continuously adjusted his exertion thod, either stepping on the sea surface or stamping heavily on the air, as if briskly running on an invisible staircase.
Initially, there was so sluggishness, with slightly rigid ascents and descents, but after several breaths, his movents beca smoother and more skilled.
He gradually mastered the rhythm best suited for himself and deeply understood the core of fluid dynamics.
How to rely on physical strength to create sustained and stable lift.
But this was far from enough.
The wind’s resistance was too great, drastically consuming initial energy, rendering flying efficiency perpetually low.
Fang Cheng pondered a bit, holding his breath and slowly leaning and flattening his body forward.
Then, he brought his legs together and straightened them, making his torso parallel to the sea surface, with arms reaching straight out ahead.
The upright flying posture instantly switched to a standard cruising stance.
At this mont, his entire being seed to transform into a flesh-and-blood missile flying close to the sea surface.
The dense air striking him head-on was smoothly cut open by the streamlines of his distinct chest and lat muscles.
The frontal air resistance was minimized, while the pressure difference flowing over his body from above and below pushed the lift to its peak.
This evidently wasn’t just simple stepping or leaping, but genuinely aningful flight propulsion.
Fang Cheng heard the roaring wind tearing through his ears, with dopamine inside him starting to pour out furiously.
Without any external machinery, purely with a flesh-and-blood body, forcefully crushing universal gravitation.
This violent pleasure of trampling physical laws underfoot made every cell in his body tremble with excitent.
Fang Cheng sped along close to the sea surface, with waves rapidly receding beneath him.
The sea breeze tore at his eardrums, and the roaring waves were left far behind.
He slightly unfolded his arms, adjusted his body’s tilt, like a predatory bird skimming over the sea, cutting across the wave crests with the sea wind.
Occasionally, when a huge wave surged up, he arched his waist to deftly avoid it, his movents as fluid as a bird with wings.
As he continued accelerating, he moved further and further from the coastline.
Five hundred ters, a thousand ters, two thousand ters...
Ahead, the tide pushed a dark wave over two ters high to crash head-on.
Fang Cheng didn’t slow down to evade, nor did he aggressively collide.
He slightly raised his chin, spread his arms like wings on both sides, and faced the whistling sea wind with a broad chest.
The effect of fluid dynamics instantly appeared.
The air striking head-on was deflected upward along the contours of his distinct muscles.
The pressure difference above and below quickly ford, generating a powerful lift seemingly out of thin air.
Fang Cheng’s body gracefully raised two ters, gliding over the wave crest.
Spray splashed, with a few cold droplets hitting his heated skin, instantly evaporating into a trace of white mist.
This exhilarating sensation of gliding with the wind completely ignited Fang Cheng’s ambition.
He was no longer satisfied with flying close to the sea surface, suddenly casting his gaze upon the deep sky above.
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