Chapter 864: Chapter 864
The sky was still dark, the rain continued, and there was still some time before dawn.
He decided to continue his morning exercise plan at the mountain forest park.
Of course, before that, he had to go back and pick up his shoes and clothes.
With a swift motion, Fang Cheng’s figure seemed to turn into a shadow, darting through the rain, disappearing under the streetlights in the blink of an eye.
Raindrops pitter-pattered on the leaves, and the trail in the woods was wet.
The clouds on the horizon revealed a fish-belly white, dyeing the sky a light gray.
The silhouette of the mountain forest became increasingly clear, with the green leaves shining brightly under the cleansing rain.
Deep in the park, simple facilities like horizontal bars, parallel bars, and rowing machines stood silently.
A few sporadic shouts were faintly heard, echoing with the melodious chirping of birds.
A figure in a gray hoodie emerged from the woods.
He ran down the stone-paved path, his steps light and rhythmic, quickly reaching the lakeside road.
By now, the sky was completely bright, and more morning exercisers were gradually appearing on the road.
Even though it was still raining, it was not surprising to see people running at this time.
During the Qingming season, the rain is drizzling and seems to wet the clothes.
After all, this season is not too hot or cold, the unique coolness is most pleasant, and it’s also a good time for morning exercise.
Fang Cheng sighed lightly, running and glancing at the panel.
A pale blue light screen flickered before him, with lines of prompt messages flowing like water.
He focused on a few skills.
[Tai Chi Boxing Experience +3]
[Tai Chi Lv 1 (220/250)]
[Push-ups Experience +10]
[Push-ups Lv 3 (367/1000)]
[Squats Experience +6]
[Squats Lv 3 (304/1000)]
[Leg Lifting Experience +9]
[Lifting Leg Lv 3 (151/1000)]
[Pull-up Experience +9]
[Pull-ups Lv 3 (207/1000)]
[Back Bridge Experience +5]
[Back Bridge Lv 3 (83/1000)]
[Inverted Push-up Experience +8]
[Inverted Push-ups Lv 3 (126/1000)]
Just now in the small mountain park, besides practicing Tai Chi which was about to level up, he also trained six fitness skills.
He practiced each skill with a single finger or single foot, at least 600 times each.
The intensity might not match the weighted exercises at Sea Sky Garden, but it was definitely not insignificant.
All these six skills had reached Grandmaster level, and the synthesis of the mythical talent at max level seemed no longer out of reach.
At this level, persistence and daily accumulation of experience are most important.
With a brisk pace, Fang Cheng soon reached the busiest section of the lakeside road.
"My goodness, what happened to this road? Whose construction turned the asphalt into this?"
"Not construction, look, it’s a series of footprints, like they were pounded by a sledgehammer!"
"Old Wang, don’t scare me, were these made by a person? It seems more like an elephant passed by! Or maybe an elephant wearing spiked shoes?"
"I think it looks like tracks from an excavator, but then again, it doesn’t..."
A small group of morning joggers gathered by the roadside, pointing and exclaiming at Fang Cheng’s earlier "masterpiece."
Fang Cheng slowed his pace casually, pretending to be curious as he joined the group, his face unchanged.
Nearby, an uncle in a sports vest was debating with another companion. Seeing Fang Cheng’s youth and vigor, he initiated the conversation:
"Young man, tell us what you think. I say it’s tracks from an excavator, but this guy insists they’re footprints."
"How much force would it take to stomp the road ? Has a monster appeared in Wanghu Town?"
Fang Cheng looked sagely for a moment, then solemnly nodded:
"Hmm, I think, Uncle, your analysis makes more sense, it’s more logical."
The uncle in the vest heard this, immediately put his hands on his hips, and laughed heartily, his face full of pride.
The companion, however, pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, muttering softly:
"But these are clearly footprint shapes..."
After speaking, Fang Cheng nonchalantly continued to run in small steps, blending perfectly with the morning exercise crowd.
The corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile.
This morning, he still had to go to West Mountain Cemetery to pay respects at his father’s grave.
He needed to hurry home, take a shower, and freshen up.