Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

The powerful burst of energy launched him high into the air, his body tracing a perfect parabola, instantly soaring several dozen meters beyond the cliff.

Just as his body reached the apex of the parabola, about to begin its descent—

The swiftly passing time seemed to pause in that very instant.

Fang Cheng suddenly found himself suspended mid-air.

Without any support point, relying on nothing external.

Simply floating there silently.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was firmly holding his body between heaven and earth.

Beneath, undulating green mountains stretched out.

In the distance, a vast shimmering lake glistened.

The people on the ground enjoying their spring outings appeared as insignificant as ants.

This was an extraordinarily wondrous experience.

Fang Cheng could vaguely feel the pull of gravity counteracting some internal force, forming a subtle force field balance around him.

He stood on this fleeting point of balance, like a calm area in the eye of a storm.

Slowly closing his eyes, Fang Cheng spread his arms, fully indulging in this bondage-breaking freedom.

In this moment, it felt as if he possessed the entire world, as if he were the god of this world!

This sensation of transcending the laws of physics was truly intoxicating.

According to previous calculations, upon mastering the "Lifting Leg" skill and comprehending the secrets of defying gravity, his static airtime soared from 3.5 seconds to an astounding 6.3 seconds.

Now, it was time to test the effects dynamically.

Fang Cheng abruptly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.

Just then, a mountain breeze blew from behind him.

With a Spirit Attribute as high as 50, Fang Cheng perceived the air current's fluctuations with extreme sensitivity.

The trajectory, intensity, and even the slightest changes within the gust were deconstructed, analyzed in his mind in an instant.

This is the moment!

Fang Cheng moved with the flow, extending his arms, core muscles exerting force.

His posture shifted from standing suspended to diving in a glide.

Precisely capturing the air current's pulsations, he converted the wind's thrust into his own momentum.

Hence, his body began to glide through the air.

With an Agility Attribute of 40, Fang Cheng had Absolute Control over every strand of muscle fiber in his body.

In the air, he was like the most agile swift.

Every subtle adjustment of posture effectively leveraged aerodynamic principles, reducing drag, increasing lift, seamlessly merging with the wind.

His sleeves billowed, snapping loudly, as the bag on his shoulder flapped upward.

The forward gliding speed accelerated, while the descent speed was reduced to its limits.

Yet, Fang Cheng felt it wasn't enough.

With a thought, the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Breathing Technique was fiercely activated.

Rumble—

Within the span of a breath, True Qi surged, causing his organs, muscles, and skin to tremble slightly, with the subtle roar of Thunder Sound.

The next moment, all his pores abruptly opened, ejecting visible white steam.

This high-temperature steam formed a powerful back-thrust behind him, as if countless micro-propellers were attached to his body.

"Whoosh—"

Fang Cheng's gliding speed sharply increased, like a jet plane skimming close to the ground, racing toward the designated landing point with a piercing whistle.

Unlike the last time at Mist Mountain relying on the force of a fierce wind,

Today, he was relying more on his own power and skill to "fly," marking significant progress.

However, the thrill of flight is always fleeting.

After gliding for about a kilometer, Fang Cheng distinctly felt the internal force countering gravity rapidly diminishing.

The airtime was about to run out!

Fang Cheng's body began to feel heavier.

The stagnant sensation of free fall once again took the lead.

Soon after, like a meteor, he plummeted straight toward the ocean of green forest below.

Whoosh—

The wind howled violently past his ears, his descent speed accelerating ever faster.

The dense, umbrella-like canopy swiftly magnified in his field of vision.

Crash—

Fang Cheng's powerful body smashed into the forest, branches and leaves shattering and scattering everywhere.

In the instant he penetrated the canopy, his eyes held no trace of panic, his arms darting out like lightning to grasp a sturdy branch precisely.

Crack!

The immense impact force broke the branch as wide as a bowl with a loud snap.

His body continued to fall.

He reached out again, seizing another thicker branch.

Crack!

Again, it broke with a crisp sound.

The third time, he used both hands to simultaneously grip the fork of a giant tree's trunk.

This time, the trunk only shook violently but finally did not break.

Hanging beneath the branch with both hands, his body swung back and forth several times due to the inertia.

When the momentum finally dissipated, the muscles in his arms tensed up suddenly, performing an effortless muscle-up.

He silently stood on a branch over twenty meters above the ground.

Letting out a gentle breath, Fang Cheng turned around, surveying the surroundings.

All around was a tranquil primal forest, sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting only sparse light spots inside.

Fang Cheng raised his wrist to look at the sports watch.

Just at the start of free fall, he had already pressed the stop button.

The screen displayed an astounding set of data:

[Time: 19.3 seconds]

[Distance: 1156 meters]

Fang Cheng gazed at the data, lost in thought.

Compared to the last time at Mist Mountain, this performance improvement seemed not particularly dramatic.