Thursday, December 17.
Outside the window, a fine drizzle fell.
Raindrops drifted onto the glass. If one pricked up one's ears and listened carefully, one could hear the pleasant ticktock.
It sounded exactly like sweat falling onto the floor.
Fang Cheng was lying face down, his eyes focused.
His feet were together, his toes touching the ground, and his left arm was beneath his chest, supporting him with his palm.
His other hand was placed at his side, keeping his whole body in a straight line.
Then he tightened his abdomen and slowly bent his elbow, lowering his body until his chest neared the floor.
Throughout the process, his body remained extraordinarily stable, without the slightest wobble, until he reached the lowest point.
Then he forcefully pushed his body back up and straightened his elbow.
He silently felt the explosive power brought by the expansion and contraction of his muscles.
After pausing for one second, he repeated the same movement.
The alarm clock on the table made a faint "click-click" sound.
Its second hand moved forward one tick at a time.
When the time reached 6:33.
Fang Cheng suddenly leaped up from a lunge and stood straight again.
He looked quite relaxed as he stretched his hands and feet.
Looking at the multiple lines of Prompt Information continuously emerging before him, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Focus Experience +5 Boxing Experience +7 Sanda Experience +8 Push-Ups Experience +19 Squats Experience +21 Congratulations. Through unremitting effort, your skill has reached Master Level. Squats Level 2 (0/500)
Today's training volume had not been very high.
He had only done more than 400 Single-Leg Squats, 200 one-handed Push-Ups, and an hour and a half of Shadow Boxing.
The dislocated shoulder injury had basically healed.
But as a precaution, Fang