The sway and feedback of the punching bag are crucial to simulate real combat, an essential part of training. A target so heavy that it doesn’t move can’t provide the dynamic feedback needed to adjust rhythm and force, which is no different from practicing against a wall. With this thought in mind, Fang Cheng hesitated no more. He quickly took off his shirt, revealing bronze skin and sharply defined muscle groups. Flexing his wrists and ankles, his joints made a series of crisp popping sounds. Every muscle swelled slightly, as if precisely calculated to perfection. Not a trace of excess fat, filled with restrained yet explosive power. Fang Cheng twisted his neck, his gaze intensely fixed on the heavy punching bag hanging before him. Next, it was time to test the actual effect of this new equipment. A heavy punch with fifty-percent force suddenly struck out, landing solidly on the bag. A dull thunderous boom exploded instantly in the living room. The massive 800-kilogram sandbag was blasted high into the air by this punch, and the attached chain emitted a piercing screech of "clang clang." Fang Cheng did not stop there but quickly moved around the violently swaying sandbag, his shoulders slightly shifting, his steps rhythmically moving. Sometimes dodging the whistling sandbag, sometimes advancing forward. Using punches, elbows, knees, and legs, launching a storm-like barrage of attacks from all sorts of tricky angles. The soles of his feet made an urgent and clear scraping sound on the floor. His fists attacked continuously, like a rapid drumbeat, both fast and accurate. Each strike made the massive sandbag let out a muffled sound as if tortured, akin to a giant beast howling in pain. The entire living room seemed to transform into a personal arena for him to dance alone. As the sandbag’s swaying gradually subsided, a refreshing round of intense training came to an end. The first round of testing went smoothly, but the real training was just beginning. Next, Fang Cheng practiced boxing and leg combination skills against the wobble man dummy and the wooden post. Only when his body began to sweat slightly and his breathing quickened did this combat and warm-up session conclude. Fang Cheng then adjusted his breathing, calming the turbulent blood and qi, before heading to the pull-up bar in the corner. With a light leap, he caught hold of the lever, deliberately using considerable strength to perform several pull-ups in succession. The connection of the lever instantly emitted a tooth-gnashing metallic groan. Yet it remained steady as a mountain, clearly very sturdy. Fang Cheng attempted a few more practices, jumped off the pull-up bar, and glanced at the rings beside him. Taking a deep breath, with one finger hooking onto one of the rings, his body hovered steadily in the air. Using the strength of this finger, he lifted his entire body, then slowly lowered it, repeating this cycle 100 times. Then switching to his left forefinger, he repeated the same action. Next was the single-finger hanging leg raise, also performed alternately 100 times on each side. After thoroughly "tormenting" each new piece of training equipment, this trial assessment was finally complete. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Fang Cheng stretched his limbs, relaxing every inch of muscle. At the same time, with a thought, he looked at the notification information appearing on the panel. [Boxing Experience +2] [Boxing Lv3 (41/1000)] [Sanda Experience +2] [Sanda Lv3 (15/1000)] [Muay Thai Experience +3] [Muay Thai Lv2 (219/500)] [Leg Lifting Experience +5] [Lifting Leg Lv2 (395/500)] [Pull-up Experience +4] [Pull-ups Lv2 (438/500)] The workout results were quite impressive. The key was being unafraid of others watching secretly, sweating without reservation, and displaying muscles unapologetically. This sense of freedom made one feel especially comfortable. Fang Cheng was very satisfied with this new base. Except for the slightly pungent smell of renovation, everything else was perfect. Only to find out, his grandfather’s old house in Wanghu Town was still under renovation, while he himself could move in ahead with just a bag. Once he brought the barbell weights and restraining bands from home and purchased a treadmill, this exclusive training field would be complete. Twitching his neck, Fang Cheng suddenly recalled something equally important. The noise from the workout was not small; whether the soundproofing was effective or not depended on the neighbors. With this in mind, Fang Cheng first went to the bathroom for a refreshing cold shower, his first in the new house. Then, changing into the brand-new sportswear bought to celebrate his move, he finally stepped out the door. Sea Sky Garden belongs to middle-high-end apartment buildings, designed with two elevators for eight units per floor. Each unit has a semi-independent foyer, ensuring lighting, ventilation, and relative privacy. Today was a weekday, plus the community was only built half a year ago, the occupancy rate wasn’t high, so the corridors were quiet. Fang Cheng first knocked on the doors of a few households on the same floor. Only Room 1904 next door opened its door. Inside was a young woman wearing glasses, working from home. She claimed she didn’t hear any noise, blushing slightly, and proactively asked for Fang Cheng’s phone number, suggesting they keep in touch as neighbors. Fang Cheng politely declined the offer with a smile, saying he hadn’t bought a phone yet. Then he took the elevator upstairs, knocking on the doors of the four units above his own apartment. Among them, three had no response, and the other was an elderly lady watching TV, who also said she didn’t hear any unusual sounds. It seemed the soundproofing job was indeed worth the money. Feeling reassured, Fang Cheng took the elevator down to the 18th floor. Intending to greet the downstairs tenants one last time to confirm, then wrap things up.