The sense of spiritual freedom and release is unmatched by any top-tier gym. He took off his sports jacket and long pants, folded them neatly, and pressed them with a stone to prevent them from being blown away by the wind. His naked physique revealed perfectly defined muscles under the morning light. As he moved, his muscles flexed with a vivid liveliness. Fang Cheng walked to the edge of the cliff, took a deep breath, and bent forward. Instead of using his palms, he extended the index fingers of both hands, their tips like steel nails, firmly pressed against the rough rock. His core tightened instantly, and he kicked upwards with his legs, his entire body rising lightly into a handstand, feet pointing straight towards the sky. Except for a slight sway when the sea breeze blew by, the entire process was so stable it was astonishing. The perspective from the handstand was novel. Fang Cheng opened his eyes and gazed at the scene ahead of the cliff. The whole world seemed to flip upside down, with the vast sea hanging above his head. Waves surged one after another, seemingly rising and falling with his breath. With a slight adjustment, Fang Cheng began practicing handstand push-ups in this heart-stopping position. Bending his arms, elbows lowering, his body began to slowly descend. Straightening his arms, his shoulders and back exerted force to push his body back up. This action, practiced thousands of times over, was already second nature to him. After completing one hundred of them, he barely felt any fatigue. Checking the display, his skill experience only increased by 2 points. Fang Cheng’s eyes shifted slightly as he considered and immediately decided to challenge a more difficult move. Single-finger push-ups! For Fang Cheng, the difficulty did not lie in supporting his entire body’s weight with the strength of a single finger. The key was maintaining balance when his body was suspended in the air to prevent falling. If simply holding a still position, it was relatively easier. But performing single-finger push-ups at the cliff’s edge, lowering and rising would require monumental balance. Fang Cheng still intended to give it a try. After resting for two minutes, he returned to the position of a two-finger handstand. Once he steadied his entire body, he slowly lifted his left index finger, letting it detach from the edge of the cliff. In an instant, his entire body weight pressed down on his right index finger! With his body almost motionless, a slight but rapid trembling appeared. Given his constantly increasing agility attributes, Fang Cheng’s muscle and bone density were far beyond that of an ordinary person. His current body weight was a full 126 kilograms. This far exceeded the weight of a top heavyweight boxer. Concentrating this 262 pounds of weight on the tip of one slender finger, maintaining a handstand was beyond the realm of conventional kinesiology and human anatomy. Official source is NoveI-Fire.ɴet This was not just a test of finger strength, arm strength, and shoulder strength, but a supreme challenge to balance and control, the coordinated power of every muscle fiber in the body. Moreover, the rough rock couldn’t provide a perfect mechanical support point. The wind on the cliff was particularly strong, constantly trying to disrupt his balance. In this hostile environment, even Fang Cheng’s body couldn’t help but sway slightly. Fortunately, with extensive training and abundant skill experience, he focused his gaze, core muscles suddenly exerting force, making his back bend slightly inward like a bow. His iron-like muscles instantly tensed, forcing the intense trembling to subside. Once he found a sense of balance again, Fang Cheng readjusted his posture. He aligned his legs, toes pointed straight, stabilizing his entire form like an upside-down bronze statue. Then, he began to lower his arms. The triceps, deltoids, and lats worked in the highest collaborative efficiency. His body sank down slowly and steadily until his nose almost touched the cold rock. His fingertips seemingly sparked with electricity, an explosive power erupted from his arm, mercilessly pushing his body back to an upright position. The process was extremely challenging, but Fang Cheng’s face showed no pain, only supreme concentration and calm. His movements were slow yet rhythmic, each rise and fall like an unspoken dialogue with the abyss beneath him. His body occasionally swaying in the air, like a flag fluttering in the wind. The sky brightened more and more. In the east, a gorgeous dawn silently appeared, dyeing the clouds a brilliant orange-red. The sun was about to rise. If anyone were watching from a distant fishing boat, they’d see a scene to remember for a lifetime. Atop the cliff dyed red by the morning light, a muscular, perfectly shaped naked figure was holding up his whole body with a single finger, seemingly standing on the edge of the world. His body moved up and down with every motion, like a battle flag waving in the wind, filled with a primal, masculine sense of power and conquest. This sight seemed like an epic painting, etched into the heavens and earth. Sweat began to seep from Fang Cheng’s forehead, chest, and back, converging into streams, sliding down his arm and ultimately dripping onto the rocks below. Despite such difficulties, Fang Cheng savored every moment. He could feel that every cell in his body was cheering and jubilant under this immense pressure. Facing the rising sun, training an indomitable body, pursuing the ultimate power. This is what a man’s romance is all about! "One hundred thirty-one." "One hundred thirty-two." "One hundred thirty-three." "One hundred thirty-four..." Fang Cheng silently counted the repetitions. Each time he exerted force to push his body up, it seemed as though his finger would pierce through the rock. Sweat droplets fell from his chin, tracing a crystalline arc in the air before plunging into the rugged, wave-battered abyss below. As he completed his one hundred and thirty-fifth single-finger handstand push-up and prepared to descend again— A dazzling golden light suddenly burst into view before him! [Congratulations, through efforts and persistence far beyond ordinary people, your skill has successfully broken through to the Grandmaster Level] [Handstand Pushups lv3 (0/1000)] [You’ve received an enhancement reward, Free Attribute Points +12] A glint of insight flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes. The tip of his right index finger unleashed a terrifying power, pushing upward sharply! This time, instead of maintaining the handstand, he used the push force to twist his waist and abdomen. His legs traced a graceful and agile arc in the air, his body lightly flipping over. Then, his feet landed, standing firmly once more at the cliff’s edge. Fang Cheng wiped the sweat from his face, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied smile. At last, he successfully achieved a breakthrough in another fitness skill! By now, the sun had fully risen above the horizon, showering golden light across the earth. From the distant road came the sound of passing cars and faint human voices. Fang Cheng wriggled his finger joints, restraining his excitement, and quickly put on his sports jacket and pants. He took a final look at the magnificent sea view, then turned and disappeared at the path’s end. Such secretive tasks as assigning attribute points couldn’t be done casually outside. He needed to return home and prepare. Besides, there were still training projects left unfinished. In Sea Sky Garden, within a duplex apartment in a high-rise building. The interior was minimalist to the extreme, with scarcely any furniture, giving it a particularly cold feel. A young man in a gray silk robe stood quietly by the window. His figure was slender, with a handsome face, holding binoculars, watching the scene outside. Through the high-magnification lenses, the abandoned lighthouse isolated on the cliff was so clear, it seemed to be right in front of the building. At this moment, a man in a blue tracksuit was walking down the rugged path. The man slowly lowered the binoculars, a look of disbelief appearing on his handsome face. "Could the person secretly passing me notes be him?"