Chapter 13 Diamond Push-ups
The sky was overcast, with raindrops continuously falling on the glass.
The scenery of the street outside the window seemed to blur into a faint watercolor painting.
Fang Cheng tensed his abdomen, keeping his body straight, performing push-ups with his fingertips touching each other.
Today, the temperature in East City plummeted once again.
In the room close to freezing, without any air conditioning for warmth, it was like being in an ice cellar.
Yet during the exercise, Fang Cheng sequentially took off his coat and woolen sweater.
In the end, he was only wearing a thin undershirt, which was still soaked with sweat.
His entire body was like a steamer, constantly emitting streams of white vapor.
His normally pale face was now rosy and glossy, exuding a vitality he had never had before.
"Hmph————"
Fang Cheng exhaled two long streams of white breath from his nostrils.
Dozens of panel prompts scrolled like a waterfall in front of his eyes.
[You practice Air Attack, gaining insight, experience +1]
[You practice Air Attack, gaining insight, experience +1]
.........
[You complete 10 standard Deep Squats, experience +1]
[You complete 10 standard Deep Squats, experience +1]
.........
[You exert all your effort practicing Lifting Leg, reaching a certain level, and gaining a deep understanding]
[Unlock Skill: Lifting Leg lv0 (0/100)]
[Potential Activation cooldown ends, conditions for use met]
[You complete 6 wide-stance Push-ups, experience +1]
[You complete 6 wide-stance Push-ups, experience +1]
[You complete 5 Diamond push-ups, experience +1]
[You complete 5 Diamond push-ups, experience +1]
[You complete 4 clapping Push-ups, experience +1]
[You complete 4 clapping Push-ups, experience +1]
.........
Straightening his arms, Fang Cheng easily stood up with a jump.
Looking at the dazzling screen in front of him, his face showed satisfaction.
[Push-ups lv1 (0/250)]
"Another day, target achieved!"
Fang Cheng took deep breaths to catch his breath, calming his wildly beating heart.
In these three days since coming back from visiting his grandfather at the hospital.
To improve the efficiency of his training and speed up the skill upgrade process.
He specially changed his training plan, choosing to practice higher-level movements.
Such as trying wide-stance push-ups, diamond push-ups, clapping push-ups, etc.
According to "Prisoner's Six Arts," by adjusting body postures, you can differentiate the muscle groups exercised, focusing on strengthening specific areas.
If the difficulty coefficient of standard push-ups is 10, then wide-stance push-ups are 15, diamond push-ups are 20, and clapping push-ups are 25.
Wide-stance push-ups mainly work the outer side of the pectoralis major, triceps, and anterior deltoid.
Diamond push-ups, through a super narrow hand spacing, limit the involvement of the deltoids, thereby more effectively activating the pectoralis major and triceps.
Clapping push-ups take it a step further in difficulty, focusing on developing the pectoral and triceps muscles' synergistic explosive power.
At the same time, they stimulate the core muscles of the waist and abdomen, improving overall body strength and coordination.
Although the difficulty of the advanced movements increased by quite a bit, the training efficiency also improved significantly with clear division of labor.
Especially diamond push-ups, with the same physical exertion to complete the movement, the speed of experience gain is evidently better by a notch.
Truly worthy of the "diamond" reputation.
Fang Cheng casually picked up a bottle of mineral water, gulping it down his throat.
After quenching his thirst, he looked at the enhancement rewards from this skill upgrade.
[5 Free Attributes]
Not as much as "Boxing," but similar to "Concentration," "Speed Reading."
For this, Fang Cheng felt no disappointment.
The appearance of Skill Effect enhancements, to begin with, belongs to a smaller probability of triggering.
Moreover, he had already made plans to push each of his physical attributes beyond 10 points as soon as possible.
You see, every 10 points in an attribute is a qualitative leap.
Having personally experienced the actual effects of physical changes, Fang Cheng could feel the difference even more.
Especially after reaching 10 points in Constitution, the body's recovery speed clearly sped up, and the intensity and volume of training could also increase accordingly.
Now, Fang Cheng needs to complete 100 push-ups, 200 deep squats every day and practice Air Attack for at least half an hour.
In today's morning training, he also specifically added flat lying straight leg raising to the training content.
A total of 107, successfully unlocking the "Lifting Leg" skill.
Then, with the help of Potential Activation's Rejuvenation effect.
He managed to break through the experience limit in one fell swoop, and upgraded "Push-ups" to lv1.
Having completed the preset training plan, Fang Cheng even felt he still had spare energy, sensing he could increase the challenge a bit more.
At this moment, he focused his attention on the character's attribute panel, silently contemplating.
The progress bar for "Strength" had reached 95%; adding 2 points for now, and then waiting for natural training improvements seemed appropriate.
The progress for "Agility" was still too early, but it was just 1 point away from surpassing the attribute threshold, allowing for an upgrade to 10 points first.
As for "Constitution," no matter how much, it was always the main direction for adding points.
With a slight stir of my thoughts, the 5 available Free Attributes disappeared one after another.
At the same time, specific values on the character panel changed.
[Name: Fang Cheng]
[Age: 23]
[Strength: 9]
[Agility: 10]
[Constitution: 12]
[Spirit: 18]
Adding 5 points of attributes in one breath, Fang Cheng distinctly felt intense changes occurring in his body.
Blood surged and flushed the skin, the muscles in the arms and legs as if swollen in size.
Then they compressed inward, becoming firmer.
In an instant, the limbs felt as if a weight had been lifted, becoming lighter, more coordinated, and more explosive.
After trying a few punches, Fang Cheng took off his clothes and stood topless.
He went to the bathroom and carefully examined himself in the mirror.
The upper arm muscles were slightly bulging, and the triceps began to show their outline.
The chest seemed fuller too, with no trace of ribs visible.
The whole figure was upright, symmetrical, without an ounce of excess fat.
Even the temperament had changed significantly, with eyes proud and full of confidence.
To sum up, he had become even more handsome and charming.
The only regret...
Was that the six-pack abs were still nowhere to be seen.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng smirked.
From the start of exercising to today, it had been just over a week and a half.
To achieve such fitness results was far beyond expectation.
After admiring his physique, Fang Cheng wiped off his sweat and took a big gulp of mineral water.
The ice-cold liquid flowed down his throat into the stomach, bringing a stimulating sensation and making his spirit exceptionally exhilarated.
Fang Cheng stretched his limbs, doing relaxation exercises, while glancing out the window at the pitter-patter of the rainy weather.
A thought of dissatisfaction vaguely arose.
"What a great weather, why not exercise a bit more?"
He turned his head to look at the clock, 7:05.
It was still early, and he had only exercised for 2 hours.
The increase in Constitution brought higher efficiency and more frequent gains.
Every time Fang Cheng trained, it was like taking super potent nitrogen pumps.
For the previously loathed physical sports, he now felt an incomparable desire.
Right.
Not motivation, but desire!
He immensely enjoyed the feeling of becoming stronger through such repeated and simple exercises and continuously receiving feedback.
To the point where he became somewhat addicted, unable to extricate himself.
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he made up his mind.
Then he raised his fists and muttered softly:
"Next, practice Air Attack for half an hour."
"Keep it up!"
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It was drizzling outside the window.
In the kitchen, there was the sound of pots and pans being washed.
In the living room, the radio broadcasted an opera with a lingering charm that spurred imagination.
However, this tranquility was soon broken by a burst of urgent crying.
He Huiqin poked her head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula, and helplessly called out:
"Mom, could you please soothe Pengpeng for me?"
She glanced over and saw her daughter lingering at the door, moving sluggishly, and her brow furrowed:
"Xiu Mei, why haven't you left yet?"
Zhou Xiumei bent down, her hands on her shoes, shuffled them a bit and replied:
"Oh, I laced up my shoes the wrong way, I'll leave right now..."
Suddenly, a "clang" was heard from the neighboring direction.
She lifted her eyes and through the gaps in the iron fence, spotted a tall figure appearing in the corridor.
Her face slightly panicked, she hastily slipped on her shoes and said softly:
"I'm off."
Zhou Xiumei struggled to open the iron gate, picked up the takeaway bag and umbrella, and took small steps out.
Just then, she happened to bump into that figure passing by.
"Are you going to deliver food to Uncle Zhou today as well?"
Fang Cheng stopped with his backpack on his back, saw her fully equipped and asked.
"Yep."
Zhou Xiumei held the bag and umbrella tightly, her long eyelashes drooping, as she hummed a muffled acknowledgment from behind the half-wrapped scarf.
"Let's go together, I'll carry it."
Fang Cheng skillfully took the bag from her hand and said, "It's still raining outside, you help me with the umbrella."
Xiu Mei didn't refuse, just shyly lowered her head.
Her palms gripping the umbrella handle tightly, she followed closely behind him.