Super Constitution

The faucet turned on.

The shower head sprayed.

The water flow rushed straight down like a waterfall, splashing onto his head.

"Feels good—"

Fang Cheng closed his eyes in comfort and let out a long breath.

He let the cold tap water run over his face, chest, hands, and feet, carrying away the stinking sweat and heat covering his body.

Being able to shower and cool off to his heart's content after training was simply one of life's greatest pleasures.

Wiping his face hard with both hands, Fang Cheng opened his eyes.

Then he adjusted the faucet toward the red arrow.

The cold water quickly changed into hot water of over forty degrees.

Feeling the jolt brought by the alternation of hot and cold, Fang Cheng squeezed out some body wash, spread it all over himself, and quickly scrubbed.

A few minutes later.

He changed into a clean tank top and shorts, lifted the curtain, stepped into his slippers, and walked out of the shower room.

After the shower, he only felt as if every pore on his body was fresh, clear, and open.

It had washed away all the toxins, stress, and anxiety accumulated from long hours of training.

As Fang Cheng dried his hair with a towel, he walked to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

His muscles were powerful, and his build was well-proportioned.

The bruises left from the group fight with those thugs at the night market had long since vanished without a trace.

His arms, shoulders, chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs all looked as if they had been carved anew, their lines becoming smooth and powerful.

Especially his abdomen. The outline of his six-pack abs was clearly visible, making one unable to resist wanting to reach out and touch them.

Slim in clothes, strong when undressed.

Perhaps that described exactly what he looked like now.

Fang Cheng clenched his fist hard, feeling the sense of strength filling his body, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"It really feels good to get stronger!"

With the buff from "Lone Eminence," his training effect had improved significantly.

His muscle dimension was growing visibly to the naked eye.

Now that his constitution had increased to 20 points, his body's recovery speed was also beginning to show signs far beyond ordinary people.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly as he looked at the panel, checking the gains from this morning practice.

Focus Experience +5

Boxing Experience +7

Sanda Experience +10

Push-Up Experience +41

Squat Experience +46

Leg Raise Experience +30

Pull-Ups Experience +30

Back Bridge Experience +30

Among them, the experience growth of the five fitness skills had nearly tripled.

To verify the actual effect of 20 points of constitution.

After his daily training, Fang Cheng had deliberately increased the intensity and carried out extra training to his limits.

Within an hour and a half, he had completed a total of 500 Folding Knife Push-Ups, 500 Single-Leg Squats, and 90 Back Bridges.

Then, gripping the bedroom door frame with his hands, he did 120 pull-ups and 120 hanging leg raises in a row.

Only when he was utterly exhausted did he use "Potential Activation" and return to full health.

This was probably the current physical limit of this body of his.

Even among world-champion-level athletes, he would absolutely belong to the outstanding few.

Fang Cheng pondered to himself, his gaze shifting to a certain skill on the panel that was in a gray, sealed state.

"Potential Activation..."

If he had not been deliberately doing extra training to rush his progress.

Twenty points of constitution would already be more than enough to deal with twice his previous training intensity.

On top of that, after his spirit attribute increased, unlocking new skills had become relatively much easier.

Perhaps he could consider keeping Potential Activation's cooldown time in reserve and using it as a real trump card...

The thought flashed through his mind.

Fang Cheng admired his physique for a moment, then did not delay any longer.

He immediately put on his coat, picked up the bag of clothes, and headed outside.

This was a public bathhouse, opened beside the sleeve building where he lived.

Because there was no private bathroom at home, whenever Fang Cheng wanted to shower, he had to trouble himself with a few extra steps.

Fortunately, the fee was fairly cheap. A hot shower cost only five yuan for half an hour or less.

Several older women sat chatting by the entrance. When they saw Fang Cheng come out, their gazes all turned toward him.

"Hello, Aunt Li."

Fang Cheng greeted her casually.

Every rest day after finishing his morning practice, he would come here to shower, so he was already very familiar with the bathhouse's boss lady.

It was just that the way these middle-aged women looked at people was far too scorching, leaving him somewhat embarrassed.

"Good, good, good."

Aunt Li beamed and nodded repeatedly in response.

Looking at Fang Cheng's departing back, her gaze was satisfied as she muttered:

"Handsome, great figure, and so gentle and clean. He really is a fine young man. If only he could be my son-in-law..."

Hearing her murmured self-talk, the expression of an auntie beside her changed slightly.

Then she lowered her voice and began gossiping:

"I heard people say Fang Cheng's dead father was a murderer. Li Family's Wife should be careful."

"Is that so?"

Aunt Li gave her a faint sidelong glance.

"Last time at the vegetable market, how come I saw you chatting with Sister Bi Yun, wanting to introduce your own daughter to Fang Cheng?"

Hearing this, that older woman was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly steered the topic away.

This exchange between the two also set the minds of the other women stirring.

What common people valued was character and ability.

Family background and the like were things only rich people cared about.

To put it bluntly, everyone living here was at the bottom of society, a mixed crowd from every walk of life.

If one really dug eight generations back through the ancestors, no family's foundation would be all that clean.

So a child like this, good-looking, disciplined, and eager to improve, was a potential stock in the eyes of the neighbors, a hot commodity worth fighting over.

If they waited another year or two, they probably would not get a chance.

"Ten beef-filled buns and two bags of soy milk. Please pack them up for me..."

Fang Cheng stood in front of the breakfast stall downstairs and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket with one hand.

Because his Spirit Attribute was high, the whispered gossip from those neighborhood aunties behind his back at the bathhouse diagonally across the way could still be heard clearly.

"A Cheng, resting today? Such a good appetite?"

The shopkeeper was an honest, simple middle-aged uncle. As he used tongs to put meat buns into a plastic bag, he asked with a smile.

Fang Cheng also smiled and nodded in response, without explaining further.

Then he carried the two bags, stepped through the pitted puddles, and slowly walked home.

When he neared the sleeve building, he saw an electric three-wheeler delivering gas tanks stopped at the entrance.

Two people stood in front of the vehicle, and the sound of haggling and arguing drifted over.

"Fifty yuan? That expensive!"

"Big Brother, will twenty do?"

"We came out to work in weather this cold. I'm only adding five yuan per floor."

"It's not cold today, the sun's even out. Make it a little cheaper, come on, just cut it in half..."

Zhou Xiumei was not wearing a scarf like usual, and her rosy little mouth kept talking nonstop.

She held a wallet in hand, took out several banknotes, and insisted on pushing them into the hands of a short, stocky gas delivery worker.

The gas delivery worker, however, kept shaking his head and waving his hands, refusing to agree.

"Sorry, let me do it."

At this moment, a tall, thin figure walked between the two of them and directly reached out to pick up the gas tank on the ground.

Zhou Xiumei turned her eyes to look over. Her little mouth parted slightly, as if she had been startled, and she hurriedly advised him:

"Brother Cheng, it's too heavy. You can't carry it..."

When the Gas Delivery Worker saw that, he muttered unhappily, "If there was a man at home, you should've said so earlier. Made me waste all that breath. What a hassle..."

Fang Cheng grabbed the Guard of the Gas Tank with one hand, lifted it casually, and headed toward the stairs with it.

The steel cylinder, nearly fifty kilograms and filled with Liquefied Petroleum Gas, was as easy in his hand as carrying a carton of milk.

At the sight, the Gas Delivery Worker's eyes went wide, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Zhou Xiumei's cheeks flushed pink, and she followed behind him at a loss.