Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Thereby obtaining a certain level of support from the Special Search Team, working together against the Noah Organization.

That could also be considered a pleasant surprise.

Of course, completely destroying the Noah East Capital Branch, rooting them out entirely, is not Fang Cheng's current goal.

Because he knows very well that the Noah Organization is a behemoth with influence worldwide.

Its deep foundation cannot be shaken by the fall of one or two branches.

Even if he were to annihilate all the cadres of the East Capital Branch.

To a behemoth like Noah, it would only be a superficial wound, unable to cause real harm.

The Noah Organization would never lightly give up on a crucial international metropolis like East Capital.

Clearing out the old means the new will soon fill the gaps.

Among these newcomers, there will inevitably be stronger characters.

They will come with missions to fully uncover the truth and resolve their enemies, deploying more forces in East Capital.

That would, in turn, bring greater troubles and potential risks to him.

Therefore, the wisest approach is to weaken the existing powers of the Noah East Capital Branch, to occasionally create chaos within their ranks, muddying these already unclear waters thoroughly.

Making them unable to focus on anything else, exhausted and overwhelmed; this is the most advantageous choice for him currently.

With a brief contemplation, he quickly reviewed the entire plan in his mind.

Fang Cheng then temporarily set aside these trivial matters and focused entirely on the exercise before him.

The muscles in his arms stabilized and exerted force, maintaining a steady rhythm as his suspended body rose and fell again and again.

Upon completing the 600th single-finger pull-up, a sharp gleam flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Goal achieved!

He then lightly landed on the ground, raised his hands, and flexed his fingers and wrists, which had endured tremendous pressure.

His joints emitted a slight "crack" sound.

However, it was not yet time to finish resting.

After adjusting his breath slightly, Fang Cheng continued with the remaining uncompleted training content.

He bent over, spread his hands apart, placed his thumbs on the smooth floor while curling the other fingers.

Taking a deep breath, his waist suddenly exerted force, and his legs lifted upwards.

His whole body tensed instantly, as though a bow primed to shoot, securely supporting a handstand.

Then, with a tight core, he bent his arms, lowered his elbows, and began a slow descent.

During this process, his entire body's weight concentrated on the pivot point formed by two thumbs.

Those two thumbs, like nails driven into the floor, solidly supported and controlled the massive body, preventing it from toppling over.

Fang Cheng's inverted legs wobbled slightly in the air.

Even with his current level of body control, he needed to exert all effort to maintain this extraordinarily difficult balance beyond the ordinary person's imagination.

At the very instant before his forehead touched the floor, a formidable force erupted from his shoulder and arms.

He forcefully pushed his body back to the starting handstand position.

Practicing handstand pushups with two fingers requires not only immense explosive power but also an almost supernatural balance and coordination.

Fang Cheng's gaze at the moment was particularly focused and resolute.

The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and back, while descending, were stable and poised yet explosive like the release of an extremely compressed spring when rising.

He repeated this action with an inhuman posture, like a tireless machine.

The morning breeze from outside the window brushed against his sweat-drenched skin, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of steady breathing and the subtle noises of joint movements.

Drip!

Sweat slid from Fang Cheng's brow, dripping onto the ground and splashing into a tiny water bloom.

Simultaneously, a message of skill experience increased appeared before his eyes.

Knock, knock.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Boss, breakfast has arrived."

The door was pushed open a crack, and Xu Hao peeked his head in, holding several plastic bags emblazoned with a breakfast shop logo.

The next second, his actions and expression froze instantly.

He gaped, staring dumbstruck at Fang Cheng, who was handstanding with only two thumbs on the ground, his body rising and falling rhythmically with his movements.

The bulging, chiseled muscles exhibited an incomparable sense of power in the morning light.

What made his scalp tingle even more was Fang Cheng, while maintaining that posture, turned his head calmly to look at him.

"Just put it on the table."

Fang Cheng's voice came from below, breath steady, not showing the slightest hint of strain.

"Oh... okay, got it."

Xu Hao gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

He quickly picked up the plastic bags full of breakfast, carefully placing them on the table as if afraid to disturb something.

He almost backed out of the room and lightly, lightly closed the door again.

Leaning against the cold wall outside, Xu Hao let out a long breath, his heart still racing in his chest.

Monster!

These were the only two words he could think of to describe it.

If seeing Fang Cheng practice hundreds of pull-ups with a single finger before was still within his imagination and acceptable.

What he'd just witnessed was beyond human scenes, refreshingly resetting his worldview.

Even within the Noah Organization, famous for extraordinary talents, such an abnormal physique was extremely rare.

Anyway, he had never seen it before.

But after the shock, a feeling of honor and excitement welled up in Xu Hao's heart.