The man who also possesses the "Ghost Back" is almost synonymous with the "strongest creature on earth."
Every ti he displays this form, it’s an overwhelming victory.
His every move, like a humanoid T-Rex, purely embodies extre violence.
Collecting his thoughts, Fang Cheng let out a long sigh, swiftly unfastening the heavy belt at his waist.
The five hundred-pound barbell plates were gently stacked on the rubber floor.
He stood upright, twisted his waist, and stretched his muscles and bones, making a continuous series of crisp pops.
The sweat clinging to his body was terribly uncomfortable.
Thinking it over, Fang Cheng went straight to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower first.
Cold water burst forth from the showerhead, pouring down and instantly removing the heat and gri from his skin’s surface.
The sense of comfort from inside out invigorated the spirit, enough to wash away all feelings of fatigue.
A few minutes later, Fang Cheng walked out of the bathroom refreshed.
Standing in front of the washbasin mirror, he wiped his wet hair, refocusing his attention on the panel.
The first task was the 6 points of Strength attribute.
Since it’s a fixed attribute point, there’s no need to hesitate; he can add it right now.
With the command given by his mind, the number representing "Strength" instantly jumped from "52" to "58."
A solid, heavy stream of warmth silently surged from within.
Fang Cheng could clearly feel that the muscle fibers throughout his body, especially the waist and back muscle group supporting the body’s core, subtly expanded and heated up simultaneously, as if infused with new energy.
The attribute figures on the panel were also updated.
[Strength: 58]
[Agility: 60]
[Constitution: 50]
[Spirit: 50]
Fang Cheng glanced at the attribute interface after completing the addition.
Then, his gaze fell on the second enhancent reward—the Skill Effect "Ghost Back."
[Ghost Back: After long-term inhuman training, your spinal bone and waist-back muscle group are deeply enhanced, reducing physical damage by 75% on the base Constitution attribute.]
[Under extre explosions, you’ll enter a brief "Ghost Back" liberation stage. During this stage, back defensive power is additionally increased by 150%, with a 100% increase in punching power.]
[After liberating "Ghost Back," the aura you emit will be like a divine descent, potentially causing imnse psychological pressure and fear in enemies invisibly.]
[Note: The "Ghost Back" state can last at least five minutes, with duration increasing as the Constitution attribute rises, cooldown ti of 24 hours.]
[The Skill Effect has rged "Iron Plate Bridge" and completed evolution; old entries have been replaced.]
Seeing the end, Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly narrowed; they fell on the "Back Bridge" skill bar.
Sure enough, the original "Iron Plate Bridge" symbol had disappeared, replaced entirely by the new "Ghost Back."
No wonder there were two enhancent rewards this ti.
Fang Cheng thought to himself.
This differs from the last ti the "Lifting Leg" skill rose to Grandmaster Level.
That ti, it was due to the peculiarity of training thods, triggering the prerequisite condition for unlocking new abilities, thereby extending the air ti.
This ti, however, the old Skill Effect was catalyzed and remolded under higher-stage training, eventually evolving into a new, more powerful skill form.
To ensure the integrity of the Grandmaster Level "Back Bridge" skill, the panel awarded an additional 6 points of Strength attribute as a supplent and balance for this "evolution."
But, speaking of it, this "Ghost Back" effect does seem absurdly powerful.
In normal circumstances, the damage reduction of the entire torso’s back increases by 75%.
Calculating with his 50 points of Constitution, the defensive effect equals almost ninety points of Constitution resilience.
Ordinary cutting and striking might not even scratch the skin.
Besides specially made ammunition or heavy weapons, regular handguns shooting at him would likely just embed the bullets in his muscles causing extrely limited harm.
As for after liberating "Ghost Back," the defensive power is additionally increased by 150%.
That is a terrifying leap to one hundred and twenty-five points of Constitution level.
Truly achieved being like a humanoid iron plate.
This couldn’t help reminding Fang Cheng of Shijima Gorou’s practice of Soft and Hard Style "Hard Type."
The kind of hard Kung Fu that enhances body weak points by daily pain-resistant impact training, strengthening muscles and bones indeed is robust.
But they need to rely on years of pounding to accumulate effect.
While he, by contrast, can gain imdiate effect through Skill Enhancent.
Of course, Fang Cheng didn’t get sothing for nothing.
The existence of the panel rely ensured that his every sweat drop wouldn’t flow in vain; every training earns valuable experience.
Thus, constantly accumulating, never degenerating, eventually piling up like a mountain, and accomplishing extraordinary leaps through gradual accumulation.
Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on the latter part of the skill description, his vision growing more intense.
Punching power increased by 100%!
He slowly clenched his fist, sensing the bone-transmitted power that seed capable of crushing steel.
If in the "Ghost Back" state, combined with the "Kirin Arm" Charging Attack...
This punch would be explosively powerful!
Thinking this, Fang Cheng looked at his reflection in the mirror.
Then turned sideways, raised his arms, and posed a classic "double-back spread" stance from bodybuilding competitions, completely displaying his back muscles before the mirror.
From the appearance, his physique looked slightly more robust than before.
But the overall body shape did not undergo a fundantal change, still embodying a lean and restrained style.
Beneath that bronze-colored skin, every muscle fiber seed to be endowed with independent life.
They’re not bloated at lumps, but super fiber bundles forged through extre compression and crafting, outlining clear and striking lines akin to Ancient Greek sculptures.
This is his body, a perfect tool evolved for combat and survival.
The next second, Fang Cheng’s eyes hardened.
With a thought.
Liberate "Ghost Back"!
Phu! Phu! Phu!
A series of muffled sounds of rapidly swelling and stretching muscle fibers ca from his back.
The originally smooth and tight back muscles seed to be infused with a wild energy, starting to wriggle, swell, and reform at a visible speed.
Those extrely compressed muscles, as if all restraints had been lifted instantly, entirely unleashed their terrifying form.
The latissimus dorsi spread extrely wide, forming a devil’s broad cheeks.
The trapezius muscle surged up high, creating tightly locked brows.
The deep spine groove appeared like the nose bridge of a ghost god.
And most unsettling were the sides of the scapula.
The infraspinatus and teres major were forcefully pulled, constructing twisted eye sockets.
Squeezed between them, the typically hard-to-show teres minor was now madly congested and protruding high, forming a pair of violent "Devil’s Eyes!"
A clear, twisted, silently crying ghost face was vividly imprinted on his back.
"So this is ’Ghost Back’..."
Fang Cheng looked at the terrifying reflection in the mirror, sincerely expressing admiration.
Just standing there, the visual shock and oppressive feeling from this posture would instantaneously crumble any enemy with fragile will.
If the Strength attribute breaks through the 60-point physiological limit, rendering his physique even more robust.
Then liberating "Ghost Back," the visual effect would be even more terrifying!
After a mont’s imagination, Fang Cheng quickly cald his mind, ending the "Ghost Back" state.
The back muscles wriggled, slowly returning to their normal lean form.
"Phew——"
Fang Cheng exhaled.
Maintaining the Ghost Back form evidently consus much more energy than the normal state.
Moreover, having just completed several hours of high-intensity workout, he was in a state of exhaustion.
"Gurgle..."
A distinctive stomach rumble inconveniently echoed from his belly.
Fang Cheng rubbed his stomach, walked out of the bathroom, and glanced at the phone’s ti on the table.
It’s almost seven-thirty.
Today’s training intensity far surpassed the usual, plus the point addition consud a massive amount of body energy, indeed starving him.
Fang Cheng was now reluctant to cook himself.
Besides, the refrigerator’s food supply was low; he needed to restock at the supermarket in the afternoon.
Thinking it over, he imdiately picked up the phone and searched for numbers of several breakfast places saved in his contact list.
This ti’s recovery al can simply be a few extra orders of takeout.
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