Fang Cheng was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of loose gray sweatpants.
His bronze-colored skin shimred with a healthy sheen in the dappling light and shadow of the woods.
He grasped a thick branch with one hand, his inverted body straight and tall like a javelin pointing toward the sky.
As his right arm bent and straightened, his body lowered steadily before pushing back up with astonishing control.
The muscles of his arms and back contracted and expanded intensely, like granite infused with life, twisted and knotted.
Each strand was full of condensed power, smooth and athletic, as if ticulously sculpted by the most skilled artisan.
Even when performing such high-difficulty training thods with such a strong physique.
Fang Cheng’s breathing remained steady and long, with not a hint of sweat on his forehead.
After completing 100 single-arm handstand pushups in one breath, he didn’t imdiately flip around.
Instead, he maintained the single-arm hanging posture, calmly adjusting his inner breath.
Through the gaps among the dense branches and leaves, a reversed view of the mountainside scene ca into sight.
The town’s buildings from a grid-like pattern, scattered like blocks on a green chessboard.
The familiar white building of the Chenxi Ho Orphanage was also clearly visible at the edge of his view.
In the depths of Fang Cheng’s pupils, a trace of an almost imperceptible red light quietly flashed by.
The "Eagle Eye" vision silently activated, pulling and magnifying the view before him in an instant.
Like peering through a high-performance telescope, capturing every subtle dynamic of people in the distant environnt down to the finest detail.
Fang Cheng could clearly see a group of children in the high-walled courtyard of the orphanage chasing and frolicking on the lawn.
Their laughter seed to penetrate the distance, faintly audible.
Cheng Jiashu joined them, wearing a gentle smile as he played a toss-and-catch ga with a little girl with pigtails.
Everything appeared so calm and peaceful.
Fang Cheng’s thoughts stirred slightly.
At noon today, he had quietly co to this mountain peak with an excellent view.
He watched Cheng Jiashu, in disguise, arrive at Chenxi Ho, pulling large bags of gifts from the trunk and distributing them to the excited children.
He also keenly noticed several places around the orphanage that seed to be surveillance posts with unusual activities.
Cheng Jiashu’s deanor seed incredibly natural, patiently playing with the children.
His smile was sincere and warm, his movents completely unlike a high-profile celebrity.
Utterly different from the cold-blooded "Smiling Demon" rumored to be.
He seed unaware that a net had been quietly set outside the orphanage.
Countless eyes were watching intently, ready to hunt this murderous fiend.
At this mont, surrounding Cheng Jiashu and the children were many other philanthropists and volunteers visiting the orphans.
They also brought various gifts and toys, creating a lively scene in the courtyard.
Only the distance was too far to discern if there were any suspicious individuals disguised as visitors among them.
Fang Cheng’s gaze scanned the crowd, falling on a sowhat familiar figure.
It was a young girl in a wheelchair, her appearance pure, eyebrows like paintings, her skin pale from lack of sunlight.
Compared to their last encounter in the neighborhood, the lancholy in her eyes had faded considerably.
Now she wore a radiant smile, influenced by the children, attentively watching Cheng Jiashu and the children’s interactions from a distance.
Fang Cheng paused his gaze on her montarily.
After confirming she was indeed the girl he had t before, he continued observing the happenings in and around the orphanage.
It was still early for Noah Organization’s planned action, and everything seed calm and uneventful.
Like just another ordinary weekend afternoon.
Sunshine mild, breeze gently blowing, ti serene.
After the initial observation period, the rather bored Fang Cheng found there were no sudden changes for the ti being.
So he decided to engage in physical training amid the concealed canopy.
Instead of spending ti aimlessly waiting, better to invest every second in honing oneself.
This tangible progress brings a sense of fulfillnt far surpassing any intangible calculations.
After all, only the continuous diligence of personal strength is the most reliable reliance against any enemy.
At this mont, Fang Cheng had completed three rounds of training.
He observed the scene below for a while longer, confirming the mountainside was still safe and peaceful.
Then, with a thought, a semi-transparent panel only he could see appeared before him.
[Leg Lifting Experience 3]
[Lifting Leg Level 2 (376/500)]
[Pull-up Experience 3]
[Pull-ups Level 2 (409/500)]
[Back Bridge Experience 3]
[Back Bridge Level 2 (308/500)]
[Handstand Pushups Experience 4]
[Handstand Pushups Level 2 (352/500)]
Looking at the skill enhancent information summary, Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered slightly.
Push-ups and Deep Squat skills had long reached Grandmaster Level, making experience growth from regular practice extrely slow, requiring accumulated efforts over ti.
However, these four skills, still unbroken, showed significant results with targeted training.
Currently, their experience progress bars had all surpassed 300 points, nearing the next level-up.
Especially Pull-ups, at the current pace, would achieve a breakthrough to Grandmaster level latest within half a month.
If all six fitness skills were successfully enhanced to Grandmaster Level, to what astonishing extent would his physique reach?
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