He stood on top of the water tank, overlooking the gradually coming to life street scene below, and casually stretched his muscles and bones.
Then, lowering his body and standing imdiately, facing the rising morning sun, he began practicing Air Attack in this small space.
His movents didn’t pursue speed; each move was clear and distinct, advancing and retreating with precision, emanating a calm and steady aura.
Every strike contained Inner Strength, hidden and unreleased, more focused on the connection and technique usage between moves.
Even so, the air still resonated with a dull sound of air being cut, the wind whistling continuously.
It was as if he were a Qigong master from TV, with every punch carrying its own sound effects.
Until the five Fighting Skills had each been practiced thoroughly, the morning exercise entered its final closing stage — Qigong adjustnt.
"Hoo hooo—"
Fang Cheng concentrated his gaze, moved his energy and blood, and there was a faint sound in his breathing.
Rumble—
In no ti, his entire body’s muscles, joints, and even blood started trembling in unison, emitting a low resonating sound continuously.
In just a few breaths, the whole person was like a boiling kettle.
From his legs to his arms, shoulders, and even the top of his head, faint white smoke continuously rose, curling upwards.
However, this scene wouldn’t be very obvious when viewed from a distance.
With the improvent in his Qi Gong Skill level, Fang Cheng had long been able to proficiently control the intensity of True Qi operation.
In usual practice, he would deliberately restrain himself to avoid causing too much disturbance and attracting unnecessary trouble.
He kept his chest and back, sinking his waist, his legs rooted firmly into the cent ground like ancient tree roots.
Maintaining the Stance position, he continuously inhaled and exhaled, repeatedly.
About fifteen minutes later, his face was a flush of red, and the white smoke on his body gradually reduced until it completely disappeared.
"Hoo—"
Suddenly, a resonating sound ca from Fang Cheng’s throat, similar to a low growl of a tiger or leopard.
He then exhaled two distinctly visible white air arrows from his nostrils, shooting a few ters away before dissipating in the air.
After collecting his energy, Fang Cheng stood straight, shook his arms and shoulders, and kicked his legs.
He felt utterly refreshed, every pore seeming extraordinarily clear.
In front of him, new prompt information erged.
[Qi Gong Experience 3]
[Qi Gong lv2 (120/500)]
Fang Cheng’s lips curled slightly.
Despite just finishing a high-intensity morning exercise, he felt full of vigor and vitality.
Even if an enemy were to suddenly appear at this mont, he could imdiately unleash full body Strength and engage in battle.
Fang Cheng twisted his neck and shoulders, producing a series of cracking sounds.
As he watched the sun rise higher, he lifted his wrist to check his sports watch.
It was already 6:35.
This morning, there was also the interview for the graduate retest.
At this ti, his mom should have already woken up and was busy preparing breakfast for him.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng swiftly moved to the side, making a light side flip, leaping down from the water tank, landing steadily back on the roof terrace.
He picked up his jacket and long pants next to him, quickly putting them on.
As for the upcoming interview, Fang Cheng actually didn’t have much anxiety.
If it were half a year ago, facing those examiners who could decide his fate and future, he might have been nervous, even stage-frightened.
But now...
Exercise brought not only strong muscles but also a kind of confidence born from the essence of life.
Today’s Fang Cheng has already transcended the realm of ordinary people.
Strictly speaking, he is a higher order type of humanoid.
Can you imagine a ntally sound adult feeling cramped or stamring when facing a five or six-year-old child?
The gap here doesn’t co from intelligence or social status, but from a fundantal difference in the level of life.
It’s the mindset of a wolf observing a sheep.
There’s scrutiny, analysis, and perhaps even curiosity.
But there will never be tension or fear.
The current Fang Cheng views those examiners just like this!
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