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Chapter 126: Chapter 114 The Significance of Qigong
Whoosh—
The curtains were drawn, revealing the scenery outside the room.
The city at dawn is always exceptionally quiet and serene.
Bathed in the dim glow of streetlights, one can see the occasional snowflakes drifting by.
In the distance, a thin sliver of white light emerges in the sky, casting a faint glow on the snow-covered roofs.
I woke up a bit late today.
Fang Cheng gazed intently at the snowy landscape outside the window, taking a deep breath of the crisp, refreshing air.
"Time to start the morning workout!"
In snowy weather, it’s better not to go outside to train.
Furthermore, after an intense battle last night, I’ve expended a lot of energy and need to reduce the training load to allow my body to recover.
"Let’s start with 100 weighted deep squats to warm up."
Fang Cheng silently gathered his courage, hoisting three bags of rice over his shoulder, grasping the tops firmly.
Then, he squats down deeply with his hips lowered and stands up straight, beginning to exercise with a load of 150 pounds.
Three minutes later, he finished a set of deep squats in an unrushed manner.
Next, he practiced push-ups—100 single-arm fist-push-ups per set.
As the light outside the window gradually brightened, the exercising figure slowly became more vivid and lively out of the darkness.
6:45.
The morning light was soft, and the sky was clear.
The planned training regimen was completed.
Fang Cheng also set aside some time specifically to practice stance and breathing techniques.
Standing in front of the window, with his chest withdrawn and his back stretched, with waist and horse integrated, his legs firmly rooted.
At the same time, his abdomen swelled and contracted, his body trembling slightly, emitting an almost imperceptible tremor.
Through this process, which mimics the snoring of tigers and leopards, he silently felt every subtle change brought by each breath.
About an hour later.
"Hurr—"
Fang Cheng’s abdomen swelled slightly, with a clearer tremor, as he exhaled a long, slow breath of turbid air.
After concluding the exercise, he stood up, stretching his legs and feet.
He could faintly sense the warmth generated in his abdomen was becoming a bit more noticeable but still difficult to control and guide.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:
"This skill indeed can’t be rushed, it seems that consistent effort over time is required to see the effects..."
The fight with the experimental body was perilous and made Fang Cheng realize that his offensive means still had many flaws.
So he thought about whether he could unlock new skills faster to further enhance his strength.
After a short rest, Fang Cheng looked again at the panel that appeared before his eyes.
[Boxing lv2 (147/500)]
[Sanda lv2 (126/500)]
[Jujitsu lv1 (239/250)]
[Muay Thai lv1 (94/250)]
[Gun Skill lv2 (132/500)]
[Blade Technique lv2 (109/500)]
Fighting through the gang’s stronghold, the continuous battles had significantly increased the experience of several fighting skills.
Especially Gun Skill and Blade Technique rose rapidly, achieving consecutive upgrades.
Particularly after using "Sword Blade Storm" to slay the experimental body, his Sword Skill Experience surged by a full 100 points.
However, deep down, Fang Cheng’s true desire was for his flesh and body to one day be strong enough to tear monsters apart with his bare hands.
Not to rely on external weapons or depend on skill effects with various limitations and uncertainties.
"The ability to generate blade energy several times sharper than a normal attack..."
"It requires a considerable consumption of spirit and physical energy..."
His gaze scanning the explanation of "Sword Blade Storm," Fang Cheng frowned in thought.
If validated by his own experience with the skill.
The so-called "Blade Energy" should be a special kind of energy that forms when the body and spirit reach a certain level of synergy.
If that’s the case.
Then, surely, this type of energy is not just limited to attaching to swords and blades.
It can also be attached to the fists, feet, or even all over the body, inside and out.
Just like... the "Qigong" theory that Ma Jianguo mentioned!
These two should essentially be energies of the same origin and kind.
After realizing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes became slightly focused, strengthening his determination to practice the Breathing Technique.
If he could truly cultivate Qigong, then the improvement to his strength would definitely soar at a remarkable rate.
Perhaps in the future, when facing monsters like the "Experimental Body," he could penetrate their body with a punch, breaking through their pride in their formidable physical strength.
"However, other than practicing the Breathing Technique, there is currently a very important weakness that needs to be urgently addressed..."
Fang Cheng’s thoughts shifted as he recalled that state of frenzy during last night’s battle with the Experimental Body.
With his 30 points of Constitution and 33 points of Spirit Attribute, to deploy Blade Energy and slice through the body of his opponent, causing substantial damage,
it would probably consume a third of his physical and mental energy.
That is to say, in one battle, he could use "Sword Blade Storm" up to three times.
Even with the help of Potential Activation to recover his physical strength, his mental state would still be languid.
Forcefully using Skill Effect in that condition might cause him to lose his sanity once again, falling into a state of frenzy.
As this thought crossed his mind, Lin Chuqiao’s suggestion came to Fang Cheng’s mind.
"Perhaps I should indeed learn to practice meditation and also train my mental will in everyday life..."
Fang Cheng pondered and looked out of the window at the scene after sunrise.
A heavy snow had fallen all night, and the rooftops of the buildings of different heights on Old Factory Street were all covered with a thick layer of snow.
Bathed in the sunlight, they looked like rolling snowy mountains.
The narrow streets beneath the tubular building were also covered in white, becoming purer and cleaner than usual.
Many children had run out early in the morning, cheerfully building snowmen and starting snowball fights.
Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng’s mood also improved greatly.
After making his plans, he turned and walked back to the living room to turn on the TV.
As usual, he watched the news and the weather forecast while wiping the sweat from his face and body.
"This station reports that around ten o’clock last night, the police raided a secret warehouse at Dongdu Port, successfully cracking a major human trafficking case. A fierce gun battle occurred during which several criminals were shot dead..."
The news anchor’s voice echoed in the living room.
Fang Cheng stepped out of the washroom and took a special glance at the TV.
He saw the fleeting figures of a few familiar people on the screen.
Ma Donghe, Chen Yingjun, Zhou Yongnian.
Although their faces were pixelated, people close to them could still make out their shapes.
Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and after understanding the case handling details, he prepared to make breakfast.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Fang Cheng quickly walked to the entrance and peered out through the peephole.
Seeing that it was Wen Xin standing at the door, he opened it.
"Big brother, this is the sweet soup mom and I made for you to eat."
Wen Xin held a bowl with both hands, being very careful.
Upon seeing Fang Cheng, she immediately breathed out white air and said carefully,
"There are red beans, taro, and little rice balls inside, it’s really tasty."
Seeing the steam still coming from the bowl, Fang Cheng quickly took it from her hands, inviting her to come inside.
Next to the dining table.
Fang Cheng unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks and enjoyed the breakfast the little girl had prepared with care.
Wen Xin sat on the side watching him eat, blinking her eyes, her lips moving gently.
Fang Cheng noticed her expression, so he asked,
"What’s up, do you have something to say?"
"Big brother..."
Wen Xin hesitated:
"After breakfast, can we go out and play a snowball fight? I haven’t played in a long time."
She spoke softly, her eyes showing a longing look.
Fang Cheng was taken aback for a moment but then nodded agreeably,
"Let’s call Sister Zhou too, and we’ll have a snowball fight together, and build a snowman!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xin immediately clapped her hands and cheered happily.
A sincere smile appeared on Fang Cheng’s face.
With such good weather, he might as well take a day off for himself today.
