Although there may be differences in their actual situations and the principles might be different, perhaps it can provide so ideas worth learning from.
Retracting his wandering thoughts, Fang Cheng carefully sorted out several key conclusions based on this verification process.
First, the stronger the spirit attribute of the consciousness targeting the connection, the easier it is to establish a spiritual link.
Take Wen Xin as an example. She naturally possesses keen spiritual perception, so she encountered almost no obstacles when establishing the link.
Secondly, each link consus one’s own spiritual energy, which should be related to the length of ti and distance.
This can be intuitively felt from the slightly dimd surface of the light ball.
The most important premise is that both parties must first establish so special kind of spiritual connection.
Like the unspeakable bond between him and Wen Xin.
Such a connection does not necessarily need to be established based on an intimate personal relationship.
But both parties must reach an unusual state of harmony at the soul level, forming a spiritually resonant frequency with specific regularity.
After pondering for a mont, Fang Cheng temporarily set this complex issue aside.
His consciousness receded like the tide from the mory Palace and returned to the real world.
Outside the window, the sounds of people were noisy, and car horns sounded one after another.
The afternoon sunlight stread through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled and lively spots of light on the wooden floor.
At this mont, the stomach issued a thunderous, strong protest once more.
Gurgle——
Fang Cheng let out a gentle sigh, realizing that he had not eaten in a long ti.
Rubbing his forehead, he felt the surging hunger within his body.
From last night to the morning, and up until now, he was completely imrsed in ditation practice and spiritual experints.
Although he gained a lot, he had forgotten the most important thing.
"Looks like I should reward myself properly..."
Fang Cheng did not suppress his appetite this ti, muttering softly as he stood up.
The joints, after sitting for so long, made a series of cracking sounds.
As he stretched his limbs, the sore and numb muscles made Fang Cheng frown, but the thought of the upcoming gourt brought an expectant gleam to his eyes.
Having missed breakfast and with lunch delayed so long, he decided to rge the three als into one—have a true feast!
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng patted his growling stomach, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted:
"And it must be a super sumptuous al with plenty of at!"
This idea made his steps a bit quicker as he swiftly picked up his satchel, preparing to head out to the supermarket for a major grocery shopping spree.
.........
The next day.
Global Elite Fighting Club in Jiangdong District.
In the training hall, the dull and powerful sounds of strikes were constantly heard, mixed with the shouts of the trainees and the scent of sweat.
Fang Cheng had just finished a high-intensity sparring session, exchanged a few words with the employer, and slowly walked off the boxing ring.
His fingers skillfully untied the wrapped bandages and took off the sweat-stained gloves.
Then he twisted open a bottle of sports drink, tilted his head back, and took a few gulps, the sweat running down the chiseled cheeks.
To others, he seed to have given his all, looking breathless.
Actually, it hadn’t consud much of his stamina, at most it was akin to a regular warm-up exercise.
Even the sweat flowing on his body was deliberately forced out with True Qi as a disguise.
While sipping his water, Fang Cheng glanced at the panel showing two prompted ssages:
[Sanda experience 1]
[Muay Thai experience 2]
His calm gaze swiftly scanned the venue.
His sight skimd over those ordinary trainees attending classes and landed on the other side of the training field.
The loud "bang! bang! bang!" was particularly striking.
Xu Hao was shirtless, delivering crazy outputs to a several hundred-kilogram heavy sandbag, every punch seeming like it would blow the sandbag apart.
A large space was cleared around him, other trainees and coaches kept a respectful distance away.
Apparently, this person was already an infamous presence in the club.
Even the sparring partners who charged by the hour avoided him, fearing being dragged in as a punching bag.
No one wanted to end up injured for a bit of extra cash; that would definitely not be worth it.
Fang Cheng had long noticed Xu Hao’s arrival but did not make it known, rely quietly drinking water and adjusting his breathing.
Nearby, a few boxers who had just finished training gathered together, wiping sweat and whispering:
"Damn, Xu Hao, the troublemaker, is here again? Isn’t he afraid of being handled by Fang Cheng again?"
"Exactly, with Fang Cheng here, he still has the nerve to co to our club."
"Hehe, he was so arrogant the last ti he ca to challenge and ended up getting beaten up by Fang Cheng to the point his face looked like a pig’s head on the ring..."
The person speaking gestured, a gloating smile on his face.
"Yes, yes, I heard he almost couldn’t stand up in the end and had to be carried out..."
Listening to the broken conversations around, Fang Cheng secretly wondered to himself:
"Is it really that exaggerated? I rember last ti I seed to have drawn with him, wasn’t it quite low-key?"
Shaking his head, these people’s rumors always liked to add fuel to the fire.
At this point, Xu Hao seed to have grown tired and stopped, gasping heavily.
He wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes habitually scanning the venue, soon locking onto Fang Cheng’s figure.
A grin appeared on his face, just about to stride over to "greet" him.
But he saw Fang Cheng subtly raise his hand, discreetly making a hidden gesture while wiping his sweat with a towel.
Xu Hao’s eyes flickered, imdiately understanding, and nodded slightly, forcibly halting his steps.
Following that, he picked up a buzzing massage gun, beginning to relax his muscles.
But clearly, he was not one to stay idle, wandering aimlessly around the training hall as he relaxed.
When he saw others practicing boxing, he always had to point and comnt, his tone recklessly arrogant:
"Hey, your hook punch lacks power, soft like a woman’s!"
"Your footwork’s too stiff, getting hit would feel like punching a wooden post..."
Most old mbers recognized his nature, rolling their eyes and ignoring him.
Yet a new, unaware trainee made a fiery retort when being criticized.
Xu Hao imdiately beca interested, his eyes shining, casting the massage gun aside:
"Hey kid, got guts! Not convinced? Let’s get on the ring for practice?"
Seeing the situation about to escalate into a fight, a quick-witted, experienced mber imdiately held back the newcor and whispered about Xu Hao’s notorious achievents.
The newcor listened until his face turned pale, reluctantly closing his mouth.
Xu Hao saw no one responded to his challenge, feeling bored, yet still full of restless energy.
It caused many professional fighters in the venue to frown; if not for so apprehension, soone might have already stepped up to teach him a lesson.
Luckily, his father, Xu Maochai, arrived in ti, earnestly admonishing Xu Hao a few words.
Finally, making this guy temporarily behave, disheartenedly heading towards the locker room.
.........
At twelve o’clock noon, in the club’s adjacent bathroom, the sound of water clattered continuously.
At this ti, most people had already gone to eat or returned to the locker room for a nap.
The bathroom appeared particularly quiet, with steam like a mist still lingering.
Only the two showers separated by frosted glass continued to emit a continuous flow of water.
Through the dim steam and glass, two muscular backs could be vaguely seen.
One figure had a bald head, his physique balanced and upright, perhaps appearing slightly lean due to his height.
But under the spray of hot water, the muscle lines on his back and scapula were clearly defined like carvings.
Each one seed to harbor incredible explosive force, teeming with smooth, masculine beauty.
The other had dium-length hair, with strands of eye-catching yellow highlights.
His body was equally muscular and powerful-looking.
Yet, in comparison, his muscle form lacked a few degrees of the forr’s extre refinent and coordination.
Hot water gushed from the showerhead, washing over their sweat-laden, well-trained bodies.
Soap scent mingled with the rising steam, slowly perating the enclosed space like a natural barrier.
Amidst the swirling steam, the two muscular n turned out to be Fang Cheng and Xu Hao.
"Have you made any progress?"
They had tacitly chosen this ti and place for a concealed eting.
As they talked, water poured down over their sweat-laden and exercise-worn bodies.
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