The morning sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window, enveloping Fang Cheng’s naked body in a golden halo.
He stood barefoot on the light blue exercise mat, his physique clearly reflected in the smooth glass mirror.
Fang Cheng squinted his eyes, seemingly searching for the best angle.
Then he stood still, feet slightly apart, toes gripping the floor as a pivot point.
He took a deep breath, arms first hanging naturally, then slowly expanding sideways into a horizontal spread.
It was the classic bodybuilding pose that best demonstrated dominance—"double biceps front pose."
As his arms bent upwards, his latissimus dorsi spread like outstretched wings, shielding much of the light coming in from outside.
The muscle group in his back beca engorged and compressed in that instant, forming a highly tense inverted triangle contour.
His trapezius and erector spinae muscles were like highly refined steel bars, tightly twisted together.
He stood still in the morning light, exuding a marble sculpture-like texture.
Fang Cheng looked at the nearly perfect body in the mirror, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curling up slightly.
"These aren’t lines a carbon-based life form could develop; this is simply a work of art!"
He openly adored his own physique, praising himself in self-talk.
Then he shifted his weight slightly, changing to a side-standing pose.
One arm crossed his abdon, while the other exerted force and bent, striking a classic pose dedicated to showcasing the chest muscles.
His full pectoral muscles tensed and bulged, presenting an iron-forged sense of power in the sunlight, as solid as an indestructible shield.
Fang Cheng extended a finger, gently pressing his own chest muscles.
Feeling the bounce at his fingertips as if pressing on solid rubber, he thought to himself:
"If those professional bodybuilding champions saw these muscles, they’d probably smash their bottles of supplents."
Of course, the glamorous appearance was just a facade; the most important was the violent potential energy hidden under the skin, capable of shredding anything.
Fang Cheng carefully examined himself in the mirror, his eyes full of admiration for his own physique.
He appreciated it for several minutes before reluctantly retracting the pose.
The muscles, once swelled to the point of bursting, cald and retracted with his breathing.
Fang Cheng stood still again, clenching his fists, and moved his shoulders.
Crack, crack!
The crisp and pleasant sound of the air bursting from the bone joints echoed in the quiet living room.
Then, Fang Cheng suddenly brought his feet together, and his entire torso shuddered from the inside out.
Boom!
This shake was not an ordinary tremor but a long-accumulated power transmitted instantly from the spine to the whole body.
All bones, tendons, and each muscle fiber underwent high-frequency resonance in the sa second.
A series of dense, overlapping cracking sounds exploded, as if firecrackers were set off inside the room.
The surrounding air seed to be shaken loose by the aftershock of this tremor, stirring a slight breeze that picked up dust from the ground.
Fang Cheng’s mouth curled slightly upwards.
The breakthrough of both Strength and Agility attributes over the 80-point human limit mark brought a qualitative leap in his body transformation.
Now, even just standing quietly, the air around him seed to subtly distort under the pressure of his restrained life force field.
He glanced at the panel floating in front of him.
The attribute values had been refreshed:
[Strength: 80]
[Agility: 81]
[Constitution: 83]
[Spirit: 70]
Fang Cheng looked at the now transcendental Body Attributes, feeling the almost overflowing vitality within him.
Now, he was like a primordial beast clad in human skin.
The destructive power lurking within his body urgently needed an outlet for total eruption.
Unfortunately, the surrounding environnt simply wouldn’t allow him to fully unleash.
Even slightly heavier footsteps might crack the floor.
If he exerted his full power, in just a few minutes, he could demolish this new ho he had just moved into a few months ago, requiring a complete renovation.
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered as he glanced around.
In the corner of the western side of the living room stood a shelf, neatly arranged with various fitness equipnt.
There were Olympic bars, sets of dumbbells, and the most nurous weight plates.
His gaze fell on one of the discarded dumbbells.
It was his masterpiece left behind when his Strength first broke the 70-point threshold to verify the "Absolute Control" effect.
The deep fingerprint impressions and ferocious cracks on the grip were still clearly visible.
Fang Cheng walked up, his gaze sliding past the discarded dumbbell, and picked a new one.
Then he grabbed the grip single-handedly, his palm skin pressing against the cold cast iron.
As his five fingers closed, the tal beneath his fingertips began to emit a tooth-aching tremor.
Squeak—
This ti, he didn’t activate any skills; he only relied on the baseline strength in his normal state.
The originally straight and sturdy solid cast iron grip seed to soften in his hand.
The position where his thumb and fingers interlaced was easily pressed out with finger indentations a few milliters deep.
Previously, such an exaggerated effect would require all his strength.
But now, it was just a bit of an effort.
Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpened suddenly, arm muscles bulging instantly, power surging again.
"Break!"
He let out a low growl, his body trembling slightly.
His latissimus dorsi flared open like bat wings, muscles convulsing frantically in extre congestion, sketching a ghastly "demon face."
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