How long is the sea breeze

Skyscraper's rooftop.
Fang Cheng is sweating heavily, relentlessly training.
1000 airborne clapping push-ups.
1000 two-finger push-ups.
1000 one-arm pull-ups.
1000 one-arm handstand push-ups.
1000 single-leg squats.
Plus, holding a dragon flag and a Baki plank for one hour.
Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng shows a satisfied expression.
"All six skills are maxed out, I can finally synthesize the mythic talent, Asura's body."
Neon-lit chaotic dark city, countless crimson eyes lurking around.
Conglomerates, serial killers, cultists, gene-modified beings, rebel groups…
Fang Cheng, with his panel, intrudes into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.
Gaining experience and cultivating through push-ups.
Fitness, boxing, sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong…
Each seemingly ordinary skill achieves unimaginable heights.
Pushing human limits ever higher, crushing every so-called "monster."
Until — becoming the god of the new world!

Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

As if shrouding the entire city in a mysterious veil.


After 8 o'clock when work ended, the venue became spacious and silent.


Under a few dim spotlights, a figure continuously shuffled his shoulders and stepped, punching and kicking.


His body moving up and down in leaps and bounds, there was an indescribable rhythm.


Accompanied by dense, muffled hitting sounds.


The punching bag hanging from the frame trembled incessantly as if struck by lightning.


The figure took a few steps back, then fiercely pushed off with his right leg, turned his hips, and flew up with a kick.


The spinning kick, with a swooshing sound, kicked the center of the black leather punching bag with a "bang."


The iron chains and the frame screeched noisily as they rubbed against each other.


A ninety-kilogram-level punching bag, heavier than an average adult, swung out instantly.


Chapter 36: Upgrading Sanshou