Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 166 - 145 Grandmaster Level Push-ups

Sea water undulated gently, reflecting the blue sky like a mirror.

Splash!

A robust figure plummeted from above, instantly shattering the calm and piercing through the surface of the sea.

He dove swiftly downward, resembling a fish leaping back into the water.

Sunlight streamed through the surface, creating a bright area with dancing light and shadow.

His body outlined a graceful arc within it, continuing to dive deeper.

Until beyond the light’s reach, he entered the cold, dark depths of the sea.

Eventually, his feet lightly touched the greyish-white volcanic rocks.

Glug, glug.

Fang Cheng exhaled a stream of fine bubbles, adjusting his body’s posture.

Then he tread water and made his way to that rock he often used for training.

Standing here, he gazed down into the seabed crevice.

The pitch-black and chaotic waters, silent and heavy, endlessly swallowed the surrounding light and sea.

Like a profound void, it hid some mysterious and unknown force.

Even after using Eagle Eye Vision, he could only penetrate part of the darkness, catching glimpses of the rugged rock walls on either side of the crevice.

Many rocks jutted out towards each other, resembling the tentacles of a bizarre monster.

And twenty meters beneath Fang Cheng’s feet lay a rock that stuck out a little more conspicuously.

Its top had been worn exceptionally smooth by the relentless currents, making it an ideal place for training.

Indeed.

Fang Cheng’s plan right now was to continue diving deeper.

To use the stronger water pressure from the depths to further temper his physical body.

"How will I know if I don’t try?"

Standing here was like standing atop a mountain peak thousands of meters high on land.

It made one feel dizzy with the prospect of losing balance, yet there was also an impulse to leap into it.

Fang Cheng gazed into the abyss below, slowly stretching out his arms, his muscles expanding sequentially.

Then he took a forceful step and leaped.

His entire body tilted downward instantly, then, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the Dark Abyss, continued plunging down.

Water poured into the fissure all around, bringing surges of swift currents, as if waves were violently assailing him.

Fang Cheng used his muscular strength to adjust his posture, stirring the sea to form a stream, weaving through it.

As the depth increased, so did the water pressure.

The forces squeezing in from all around became more immense, constraining Fang Cheng’s limbs, making them less agile than before.

Suddenly, an even fiercer current swept in from behind, abruptly accelerating his descent, and even pulling him toward the center of the crevice.

Just as he was about to miss the targeted position, at the critical moment, Fang Cheng thrust out his arm, seizing the tip of the protruding rock.

His fingers clenched tight, pulling forcefully to drag his body over.

He then flipped onto it, successfully standing on top.

The current still raged on, but Fang Cheng steadied himself, struggling to maintain balance and adapt to the new environment.

It felt as if a massive stone weighed on his chest, his lungs also experiencing the pressure, making every breath much harder than before.

The place he was now should be over sixty meters below the surface, equating to the pressure of seven standard atmospheres.

Moreover, because of the special geological structure, this area formed a huge gravitational field, enhancing the suction effect and causing the seawater to flow more intensely.

It was like being on the edge of a whirlpool, a slight misstep would draw him into the Abyss.

Without hesitation, Fang Cheng expanded his chest and straightened his back, sinking his shoulders and elbows, and firmly planted his stance.

He started today’s Pile Skill training.

The surrounding sea surged violently, as if tides rising and falling, incessantly scouring every inch of his muscles, making it hard for him to stay balanced.

It was as though pairs of hands were pushing him, urging him to move forward into the endless Abyss, to dive deeper.

Fang Cheng activated his Concentration Skill, his eyes quickly became calm and steady.

After firmly planting his heels, his shoulders and torso began to quiver slightly.

Occasionally, he would sway noticeably, stumble, as if about to fall.

Then he would stabilize again, sinking his waist, and refixing himself on the rock.

Gradually, the frequency of wobbling became less frequent.

His entire being, like an old tree taking root, seemed to merge with the rock.

Yet the body maintained a peculiar rhythm, trembling slightly, resonating.

Fine ripples spread out, cancelling out the surging currents around him.

In the dark, cold chasm of the sea, the stillness was terrifying, as if a gargantuan Abyssal mouth swallowed everything.

Only a faint sound of water and the persistent figure on the rock remained.

Glug, glug—

Suddenly, Fang Cheng’s once-still figure stirred, exhaling a long string of bubbles through his nostrils.

Immediately his gaze sharpened, piercing through the darkness, looking at the faint blue light screen that appeared.

[Pile Skill lv1 (38/250)]

This practice session surprisingly added as much as 25 experience points.

The efficiency was so high, it hardly resembled the "water grinding Kung Fu" that Ma Jianguo said required persistent effort over many years to see even a slight result.

Feeling the water currents and pressure squeezing from all around after stopping the Breathing Technique.

Fang Cheng immediately held his breath in Concentration, then began to undertake ultra-high-pressure weighted Physical Training.

First was a set of 30 Deep Squats as a warm-up exercise.

Considering the complex water conditions and unpredictable dangers around him.

Fang Cheng still chose to perform the most standard deep squat with both legs and push-ups with both arms.

"1."

"2."

"3."

"..."

Like a training platform, Fang Cheng planted his feet firmly on the rocks, steadily and slowly performing each movement.

After practicing the Pile Skill, his body had gradually adapted to this level of water pressure and harsh environment.

He successfully completed a set of deep squats, then used the Breathing Technique to expel the turbid air from his abdominal cavity, adjusting the pressure on his internal organs.

Then further relieved the muscles throughout his body from the softness caused by the seawater’s squeeze and the lack of oxygen.

Next was a set of 30 push-ups.

Fang Cheng lay on the grey-white volcanic rocks, his hands firmly gripping the rock surface, slowly bending his arms to lower his body.

Then his arm muscles swelled, and he lifted his elbows and back.

His posture was stretched out, vigorous and powerful.

As if bearing the immense weight of thousands of pounds of heavy seawater, in this forbidden zone where even marine life shuddered, he was performing training that surpassed human limits.

He went on repeating the cycle, doing his best to maintain his own specific rhythm.

At the same time, "Experience +1" appeared in front of his eyes.

Enduring the immense pressure and resisting the Abyss’s suction, the double refinement significantly increased the efficiency of the physical exercises beyond his usual expectations.

On average, just 4 to 5 push-ups with both hands could add 1 experience point.

Of course, the difficulty involved was not something most people could imagine, let alone attempt.

As the Skill Experience increased, nearing the breakthrough limit value, the progress bar once again slowed down.

By the 6th set of push-up training, it already required about 7 or so to add 1 experience point.

Fang Cheng’s movements gradually became slow and sluggish, appearing somewhat strenuous.

In this treacherous, deadly place which was unreachable for commoners, even standing quietly involved tremendous physical and mental pressure.

Not to mention, he also had to complete such intense exercises that consumed a large amount of oxygen.

"164."

"165."

Fang Cheng silently counted the repetitions, clenching his back teeth.

The breathing became more difficult, and the salty seawater began seeping into his throat from the tightly closed corners of his mouth.

Just 15 more and the set of six would be complete.

Plus...

Fang Cheng straightened up and looked at the panel shining a pale blue luminescence.

[Push-ups lv2 (499/500)]

Just 1 experience point away.

How could he choose to retreat and give up at such a critical juncture?!

"166."

"167."

Fang Cheng’s arm muscles trembled slightly, but he did not stop the exercise motions.

However, this time he was not using the Breathing Technique to adjust his breath and relieve the pressure.

Instead, it genuinely felt as if he was nearing his body’s limit.

The dark and heavy seawater tightly enveloped him, feeling like a suffocating tomb.

Fang Cheng’s eyes were Concentrated, his facial muscles taut, reflecting exceptional determination.

After all, this wasn’t his first time challenging his limits.

No matter what, giving up so easily is never my way of doing things!

"168."

"169."

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Just as he broke through the barrier of 170, the panel suddenly burst forth with an exceedingly brilliant light.

It seemed to scatter the endless darkness and oppression in an instant, and the world in front of him came back to life.

[Congratulations, through effort and perseverance far beyond that of ordinary people, your Skill has reached the Grandmaster Level.]

[Push-ups lv3 (0/1000)]

[Received Enhancement reward, Skill Effect "Kirin Arm"]