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

Fang Cheng put on his clothes and stood in front of the sink, arranging his hair in the mirror.


After working out, taking another shower made him feel comfortable all over.


Every pore in his body seemed to be breathing heavily, and his mood was also very pleasant.


This effect was almost as good as enjoying the service of a Gold Medal Technician.


Looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Cheng nodded slightly in appreciation.


As he looked more spirited, why did it seem like he had less hair?


"With my current Constitution, with such vigorous metabolism, shouldn't hair be growing more than shedding?"


Fang Cheng pondered this, then quickly dismissed the thought.


He then picked up the bag with his change of clothes and walked out.


At the entrance of the bathhouse, a few aunties sat chatting as usual.


But today, their voices were particularly low.


Chapter 60: The Desire for Gourmet Food