Looking at himself in the mirror, he gradually transford back from the appearance of a muscle monster to a more normal human state.
Fang Cheng’s eyebrows relaxed, and he exhaled as if relieved.
On the panel, the agility attribute increased from 33 to 39 points.
Only one step away from breaking through the 40-point mark.
Yet, it stopped there.
Fang Cheng moved his limbs, trying to jump a few steps.
With a "whoosh", he instantly dashed from the living room near the entryway to the front of the balcony.
His body obviously beca more relaxed and coordinated, and his movents were much faster than before.
However... there was still a subtle sense of clumsiness and stagnation.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng looked carefully at his current self in the mirror.
After adding 6 points of agility, his muscle mass had significantly reduced.
But his overall body size was still almost a circle bigger than the normal form.
However.
Because of the increased body size, there was also a subtle sense of an imposing aura that did not need anger to command respect.
Standing there, he resembled a guardian deity in a temple, exuding a sense of pressure.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng imdiately pulled out a asuring tape from the drawer.
Then he stepped on the end with his toes, pulled the tape up to the level of his head.
As expected.
His original height barefoot was 1.81 ters.
Now asured, it actually showed more than 1.83 ters, nearly 1.84 ters.
Through introspection, Fang Cheng observed that his body had not stretched by two or three centiters forcefully.
Instead, as overall muscles and bones grew, the body naturally rose like the tide lifts a boat.
Such a degree of change.
If it were people who often co into contact with him, they would definitely notice the difference clearly.
Especially when going to the club to spar and having to take off his outerwear, revealing the muscles, it would be even more noticeable.
Previously, his muscles did not look exaggerated.
Among a group of physically strong professional boxers, he was only known for having beautiful muscle definition.
Now with this hulking appearance, how could he make a logical explanation?
Even using technological thods and taking muscle-building drugs, it would not be possible to achieve such results within a few days.
"It seems that I need to find a good reason..."
Fang Cheng thought to himself.
He estimated that only when agility also breaks through the 40-point mark, could he further compress the muscles to achieve true body harmony and balance.
And now, he was just 1 point away from this milestone.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng imdiately checked the progress bar of the agility attribute.
It was currently at 53%.
Given his own physical strength, wanting to quickly improve through daily exercise was clearly not realistic.
Fang Cheng then shifted his gaze to the skill interface.
The fastest progressing skill, Handstand Pushups could be raised to master level with just one or two morning exercises.
There were also several other skills with more than half-filled experience bars, not too far from leveling up.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng’s mind was slightly settled.
Regardless, the fundantal attribute of his body had greatly improved.
His combat capabilities were further strengthened, giving him more confidence against formidable enemies.
Recalling the encounter with a murderer the night before last, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.
That guy’s attitude was very strange, appearing crazy, it was unclear whether he was a friend or foe.
To deal with such a hidden and elusive guy.
The best way was to intimidate him with strength and let him know that he was not easy to ss with.
That’s why Fang Cheng intentionally showed off his power and gave a warning at that ti.
Not only that, but he also obtained a trace of scent from the other party through the burning of the Spiritual Fire.
With this connection, he could vaguely sense any presence.
As soon as this guy appeared nearby, he could imdiately locate his position and draw him out from his hiding spot.
While mulling over this, he glanced at the garbage all over his house, a sorry sight.
Fang Cheng shook his head and quickly started doing the cleaning.
Unknowingly, it was already past 9 o’clock.
Gurgle.
Perhaps because of the physical labor, or perhaps because his body urgently needed nutritional replenishnt, causing the digestion to speed up, his stomach suddenly made a growling sound.
Even though it wasn’t as intense as before, he still felt a bit hungry.
Fang Cheng looked around; all the edible things had already been eaten.
His current appearance was not suitable for going out.
After thinking for a bit, he decided to order takeout.
Just as he took out his phone from the bedroom, preparing to dial the familiar breakfast shop owner.
A call ca in first.
The displayed number was from Ma Donghe.
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