Start the liver experience with push-ups

The seawater rippled gently, reflecting the blue of the sky like a mirror.

Splash!

A robust figure plunged from above, instantly breaking the tranquility and piercing the surface of the sea.

Until it passed beyond the reach of the light, entering the dark, icy depths.

Finally, his feet gently touched the gray-white volcanic rock.

Gurgle.

Fang Cheng exhaled a string of fine bubbles and adjusted his posture.

Then, treading water, he reached the rock where he often trained.

Standing there, he gazed down into the submarine fissure.

The pitch-black, chaotic waters were silent and still, constantly swallowing the surrounding light and seawater.

It was like a deep void, concealing some mysterious and unknown power.

Even using Eagle Eye vision, he could only penetrate a portion of the darkness, seeing the jagged rock walls on either side of the fissure.

Many rocks jutted out towards the opposite side, like the tentacles of some monstrous creature.

And twenty-odd meters below Fang Cheng's feet, there was a slightly protruding rock.

Its top had been smoothed exceptionally flat by the constant flow of water, making it perfectly suitable as a training ground.

That's right.

Fang Cheng's current plan was to continue diving deeper.

Using the greater intensity of water pressure at greater depths to further temper his physical body.

"How will I know if I don't try?"

Standing here felt like standing atop a ten-thousand-zhang peak on land.

It evoked a sense of vertigo, as if losing balance, while simultaneously igniting an impulse to throw oneself into it.

Fang Cheng stared into the abyss beneath his feet, slowly opening his arms, muscles stretching in turn.

Then, taking a forceful step, he leaped.

His entire body instantly tilted downwards, then shot through the dark abyss like a bolt of lightning, continuing its plunge.

Seawater constantly poured into the fissure, bringing torrents of rapid currents that surged like waves.

Fang Cheng used his muscle power to adjust his posture, stirring the water and creating a rapid current that wove through the others.

As the depth increased, so did the water pressure.

The crushing force from all around grew immensely, restricting Fang Cheng's movements and making him less agile than before.

Suddenly, an even more turbulent current surged from behind, abruptly accelerating his descent, even pulling him towards the center of the fissure.

Seeing that he was about to miss his target, Fang Cheng reacted in the nick of time, reaching out and grabbing the sharp tip of the protruding rock.

Then, clenching his fingers tightly, he yanked hard, forcibly pulling his body over.

Next, he flipped over and successfully stood on top.

The currents continued to surge, Fang Cheng stabilized his body, striving to maintain his balance and adapt to the new environment.

His chest felt as if it were being crushed by a giant stone, his lungs suffering the force of invisible pressure, each breath far more difficult than before.

He was now more than sixty meters below the surface, equivalent to the pressure of seven standard atmospheres.

Moreover, due to the unique geological structure, a massive gravitational field had formed here, enhancing water absorption and accelerating the flow of seawater.

It was like being on the edge of a whirlpool; a moment's carelessness would result in being swept into the abyss.

Without hesitation, Fang Cheng immediately hunched his chest and rounded his back, dropped his shoulders and sank his elbows, and adopted a firm horse stance.

He began his daily pile stance practice.

The surrounding seawater flowed violently, like the rise and fall of tides, constantly washing over every inch of his muscles, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

It was as if pairs of hands were pushing him, urging him to continue towards the endless abyss, to dive deeper.

Fang Cheng activated his Focus skill, his eyes quickly becoming calm and still.

After doing his best to root his feet, his shoulders and torso soon began to tremble slightly.

Only occasionally would he sway noticeably, his steps faltering as if about to fall.

Immediately, he would steady himself, sinking his hips and lowering his center of gravity, re-establishing his position on the rock.

Gradually, the number of sways began to decrease.

His entire being was like an old tree taking root, merging with the rock.

Yet his body still maintained a peculiar rhythm, trembling slightly, resonating.

Forming subtle ripples that constantly spread out, canceling out the surging currents around him.

In the dark, icy trench, it was eerily silent, as if a giant abyss mouth had swallowed everything.

Only the faint sound of water rippling remained, along with the figure standing on the rock, persevering.

Gurgle—

Fang Cheng's seemingly frozen figure suddenly twitched, exhaling a long string of bubbles from his nostrils.

Immediately, his eyes shone brightly, piercing the darkness and looking at the faint blue light screen that had appeared.

[Pile Stance lv1 (38/250)]

This practice session had actually increased his experience by 25 points.

Such high efficiency was unlike the "slow and steady work" that Ma Jianguo said would take years of persistence to see any effect.

Feeling the surrounding water flow and pressure surge in after stopping the breathing technique.

Fang Cheng immediately held his breath and focused his mind, then began high-pressure, weighted physical training.

First, a set of 30 warm-up squats.

Given the complexity of the surrounding water conditions and the unpredictable dangers present.

Fang Cheng still chose to do the most standard two-legged squats and two-handed push-ups.

"1."

"2."

"3."

"..."

On the rock, which resembled a training platform, Fang Cheng rooted his feet and performed each movement steadily and slowly.

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After pile stance practice, his body had gradually adapted to this level of water pressure and harsh environment.

After successfully completing a set of squats, he used the breathing technique to exhale the stale air from his abdomen, adjusting the pressure on his internal organs.

He further relaxed his entire body's muscles, alleviating the soreness caused by the seawater's compression and the oxygen deprivation.

Then, it was a set of 30 push-ups.

Fang Cheng lay prone on the gray-white volcanic rock, his hands firmly gripping the rock surface, slowly bending his arms and lowering his body.

Then, the muscles in his arms bulged, raising his elbows and back.

His posture was relaxed, vigorous, and powerful.

As if bearing thousands of jins of heavy seawater, he was doing training that surpassed the limits of human endurance in this forbidden zone that even marine life feared.

Repeating this cycle, he tried his best to maintain his own specific rhythm.

At the same time, the words "Experience +1" appeared successively before his eyes.

Bearing immense pressure and resisting the suction of the abyss, the dual tempering elevated the efficiency of his physical training to a level he wouldn't normally dare to hope for.

On average, he only needed to do 4 to 5 push-ups to gain 1 point of experience.

Of course, the difficulty involved was not something ordinary people could imagine or attempt.

As his skill experience increased, nearing the limit value before breaking through, the progress bar slowed down again.

By the 6th set of push-up training, he already needed to complete around 7 to gain 1 point of experience.

Fang Cheng's movements gradually became slow and sluggish, appearing somewhat strained.

In this treacherous and perilous environment, which ordinary people couldn't even reach, even standing still required enduring enormous physical and mental pressure.

Moreover, he was simultaneously completing such strenuous exercise that consumed vast amounts of oxygen.

"164."

"165."

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

He only felt that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the salty seawater began to seep from his tightly closed mouth into his throat.

Just 15 more, and he'd be able to complete 6 sets of training.

And...

Fang Cheng straightened up and looked up, gazing at the panel emitting a faint blue glow.

[Push-ups lv2 (499/500)]

Just 1 point of experience left.

How could he choose to retreat and give up at this crucial moment?!

"166."

"167."

Fang Cheng's arm muscles trembled slightly, but he didn't stop the exercise.

However, this time he wasn't using the breathing technique to adjust his breathing and relieve pressure.

But rather, he truly felt like he was reaching the limit of his physical body.

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

Fang Cheng's eyes were focused, the muscles in his face were tense, making him look exceptionally resolute.

Just challenging the limit, it wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

In any case, giving up casually was never my style!

"168."

"169."

"170."

Just as he broke through the 170 mark, the panel suddenly burst forth with incomparably brilliant light.

As if instantly scattering the endless darkness and oppression, the world before his eyes became active again.

[Congratulations, through effort and perseverance far exceeding that of ordinary people, your skill has reached the Grandmaster level]

[Push-ups lv3 (0/1000)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill effect "Qilin Arm"]