But these words fell on the ears of the subordinates whose minds were already sowhat sordid, and the aning completely changed.
They shivered all over, and when they looked at the two unconscious n on the ground.
Their eyes were already filled with sympathy and awe—sympathy for the two unlucky guys chosen, and awe for their big brother.
"Yes, big brother!"
The few subordinates didn’t dare to ask more questions and quickly responded, hastily dragging the two half-dead assassins onto the van like they were dragging sacks.
Ma Donghe squeezed his fists, his joints crackling loudly, and he muttered contentedly to himself:
"After such a long period of secluded training, it seems my strength has truly damn increased quite a bit..."
Just then, a damaged earpiece on the ground suddenly emitted a series of urgent calls:
"Night Owl, Hunting Dog, answer if you hear..."
"What happened? Why did the target leave safely? Report your location imdiately..."
Ma Donghe raised his eyebrows, lifted his foot, and stomped heavily.
Crack!
The communicator was thoroughly reduced to a pile of plastic debris, and the voice abruptly stopped.
The van engine started, honked twice, and quickly rged into the traffic on the main road, disappearing from sight.
Leaving behind the empty alley, once again consud by shadows and silence under the city’s neon lights.
.........
Just past five in the morning.
Old Factory Street under the faint morning light appeared exceptionally tranquil and peaceful.
The sky was a calm and deep dark blue.
The outlines of distant buildings faintly erged, as if the entire city hadn’t fully erged from the night.
On the roof terrace of the tubular building, a silhouette stood on a square concrete water tank.
To be more precise, it was hands-on-ground, feet off-ground, suspending the body in the air.
If the cara zood in, you could even see that supporting the full weight of the body was just one index finger on each hand.
The figure was practicing the highly difficult handstand pushups in an unbelievable manner.
Two fingers pressed on the rough cent surface, like steel nails driven into it, firmly supporting and controlling the body to prevent it from toppling.
With each arm bending down and pushing forcefully upward, the muscle groups in the upper body rose and contracted crisply, swelling high.
The morning breeze continuously blew across the terrace, bringing a hint of chill, yet unable to sway his body in the slightest.
The silhouette stood like a flagpole on the terrace, watching over the still-sleeping city.
Nearby staggered residential buildings, and increasingly clear high-rise towers in the distance.
As if they had beco the stage backdrop for showcasing his muscular physique and extraordinary stature.
"..."
"498."
"499."
"500."
With the final arm bend down, Fang Cheng silently counted, as his arms and shoulder muscles jointly exerted force, thrusting his body sharply to the top.
Then with a tight core of waist and abdon, his legs traced a graceful arc in the air, landing lightly and standing upright again.
A pale blue screen silently floated in front of him.
[Inverted Push-up Experience 15]
[Inverted Push-up Lv2 (470/500)]
"Soon to upgrade in just a few days..."
Gazing at the almost full progress bar, Fang Cheng muttered to himself, his eyes showing anticipation.
After a brief rest, adjusting his breathing rhythm, he imdiately bent down to the ground, engaging in the next training project.
Single-finger push-ups.
These days, to prepare for the retest and to put his mother at ease, Fang Cheng stayed at his ho on Old Factory Street.
Without the professional training equipnt available in the Sea Sky Garden flat, he could only adapt locally, enhancing the six arts of Prisoner Fitness.
Fang Cheng temporarily set up his morning exercise plan as:
single-finger handstand pushups, 600 single-finger hanging leg raises, 600 single-finger pull-ups, 800 single-finger push-ups, 800 single-leg back bridges, 1000 single-leg squats.
Compared to the previous extre weight training in gym, this set of bodyweight exercises in terms of intensity is actually much easier, with no pressure when practicing.
Only due to the nurous repetitions, the movent frequency must be accelerated to complete before dawn.
Thus, the efficiency of the exercise is not as thorough as the previous slow exertions.
After all, only by extending the eccentric and concentric phases as much as possible can you adequately stimulate muscle fiber rupture and growth, thereby maximizing control and endurance of the entire body muscles.
Additionally, there is a slight challenge.
While practicing single-finger pull-ups and hanging leg raises, the old terrace water pipes were too thick and round to serve as a point of force support.
However, for Fang Cheng, this wasn’t insurmountable.
The "Absolute Control" skill effect granted him perfect control over palm power.
With tenfold enhanced finger friction, the smooth water pipe under his fingers felt as if glued securely.
As the morning exercise continued, the city skyline gradually was illuminated with brightness on the dark blue backdrop.
On the street, the shutter doors of breakfast shops were pulled up, making a "clattering" noise, accompanied occasionally by coughing sounds and fuzzy conversations.
The crisp ringing of bicycle bells approached, together with the low hum of car engine starts.
Various sounds began to intertwine, jointly composing the awakening morning lody of the city.
When the last set of single-finger pull-ups was completed, Fang Cheng exhaled deeply.
His legs touched the ground, his toes lightly tapping on the surface, the whole person leapt silently without weight onto the concrete water tank again.
At this mont, the first ray of sunshine finally pierced the gap between high-rise buildings, landing on this old tubular building rooftop.
Fang Cheng’s muscle lines were clearly defined, with his bronze skin reflecting a glossy sheen.
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