Finally, that violent energy receded like a tide. Fang Cheng let out a long breath of turbid air, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing. His whole body was like it had just been fished out of water, sweat pouring down like raindrops. A small puddle had formed underfoot on the floor. The body was like a wrung-out towel, every excess drop of moisture forcibly squeezed out. At this moment, Fang Cheng’s most direct sensation was not hunger. An ultimate craving for water that originated from the essence of life! He dashed to the refrigerator, flinging the door open. Without bothering about brands, he grabbed all the sports drinks, freshly squeezed juices, and mineral water inside, tossing them to the floor. Picking up a bottle of sports drink at random, he unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth. The icy liquid slipped down his throat like sweet rain falling into a drought-stricken, parched field. The coolness followed his esophagus and quickly permeated every corner of his body, nourishing those "mountains" and "lands" made of muscle and bones. One bottle, two bottles, three bottles... In the blink of an eye, several bottles of drinks were emptied, but that parched feeling did not lessen much. Fang Cheng simply ran to the kitchen, turned on the tap, and buried his head under it, drinking the icy tap water fervently. After drinking for half a minute, Fang Cheng suddenly lifted his head, wiped the water from his face. His mouth slightly agape, exhaling a faint white mist. The heat within his body still hadn’t completely dissipated. Through introspection, Fang Cheng could "see" a wondrous scene. The water he had swallowed was flowing through his veins at unprecedented speeds, regulating body temperature, and then being ravenously absorbed by thirsty cells, promoting metabolic cycles. Fang Cheng patted his bulging belly, smiling self-deprecatingly: "Haven’t eaten the prepared food, but I’m full of water now." With a change of thought, he stepped forward, lowering his waist, assuming a horse stance. Within moments, there was a soft sound coming from his nostrils. In an instant, his muscles, joints, and even blood all began to tremble in unison, emitting a low resonance. Wisps of white steam rose from his head, shoulders, and limbs, drifting gently upwards. Fang Cheng was like a boiling kettle. True Qi inside continued to circulate, accelerating the absorption and utilization of water, and increasing metabolic efficiency. Minutes later, the white steam gradually diminished until it disappeared completely. Fang Cheng’s face appeared rosy as he stood up. The previously bulging belly had now returned to being flat. What followed was a hunger so intense it felt like a black hole, capable of devouring everything. He quickly moved to the dining table, ripping open plastic bags, devouring the buns, steamed bread, and roasted meat. He kept stuffing them into his mouth, barely chewing before swallowing them down. Crunch, crunch, gulp, gulp—— The voracious eating would even put starving ghosts to shame. Fang Cheng belched, patting his round belly, contentedly sighing. Having finished all the food, after resting briefly for digestion, Fang Cheng proceeded to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. Discover more novels at novelFɪre.net Morning sunlight gently streamed through the glass onto his naked body. The smooth glass surface clearly reflected his current appearance. Fang Cheng gazed at his reflection, carefully examining the changes in his body. Seemingly... he had become slimmer. His physique was more streamlined compared to before, with almost no trace of subcutaneous fat. His muscles seemed like they had been meticulously sculpted by the top-notch sculptor, with extremely prominent contours. His abdomen now had two additional muscles, totaling an astonishing ten. Arranged neatly like polished jade slabs, filled with a sense of strength and beauty. However, the separation of muscles and the clarity of veins were somewhat exaggerated. The outline of each muscle fiber was clearly visible, intertwined like steel bars. The skin was as thin as cling film, with veins beneath it snaking like worms on his arms, chest, and legs. Fang Cheng estimated his body fat percentage might now be under 3%. This extreme "fiber pulling" state, when looked at closely, is even somewhat eerie. If one must use a word to describe it, it would be "muscle demon." Fang Cheng raised his arm and made a bicep curl motion, causing his biceps to instantly bulge like a hill. He reached out and touched them—they were hard as rock—paired with his bronzed skin, they were like a chunk of iron. Despite the slimming of his physique, Fang Cheng could clearly feel it. Under this extreme compression, every fiber bundle contained far more terrifying energy than ever before. Like TNT compressed to high density, once ignited, it would explode with unimaginable power. Fang Cheng suppressed the urge to test his abilities. It’s obviously inappropriate to wreak havoc at home, nor is there enough space to fully unleash himself. He could only wait to find an opportunity later to exert his full strength and test the specific enhancement effects. Fang Cheng continued to admire his buff body that had broken through human physiological limits. The only thing that made him somewhat dissatisfied was that the shape of his muscles didn’t seem as aesthetically pleasing as before. Moreover, an overly low body fat percentage isn’t good for the body either; it affects hormone levels and the protection of internal organs. Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then allocated the remaining 2 free attribute points all to Strength. A warm, heavy stream surged within him. He could clearly feel the muscle fibers throughout his body slightly expanding simultaneously. It was as if a wrung-out sponge was instantly soaked, infused with new energy. The muscle dimensions increased, and the overly exaggerated "fibrous look" diminished quite a bit. "Not bad, it looks much more normal , at least not so frightening." Fang Cheng nodded slightly, looking at the updated attribute values on the panel. He then twisted his neck, stretched his arms, and made his joints crack with a series of pops. Fang Cheng was doing stretching exercises, re-accustoming himself to his body enhanced by agility. Suddenly, he thought of a more crucial problem. He immediately reopened the panel, quickly scanning through it. At the bottom of the information prompt interface, there was the latest message floating. [Your agility attribute has surpassed the first human limit threshold, basic hang time increased by 0.35 seconds] As expected, and it was even a bit more than the previously predicted 0.25 seconds. With a thought, Fang Cheng continued to scroll up. Amidst a string of "Handstand Pushup Skill Experience +1" prompt messages, there was also another unique piece of information. [In your gravity-defying skill practice, you’ve gained new insight, increasing basic hang time by 0.1 seconds] At this point, Fang Cheng’s eyes lit up suddenly, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise. 0.35 seconds, plus 0.1 seconds. The basic hang time had actually increased by a total of 0.45 seconds! With the Skill Effects of [Ape waist] and [Air Walking] amplifying, it became 1.26 seconds. That is to say, his hang time in a stationary state had reached an astonishing 8.26 seconds. This breakthrough to handstand pushup mastery and agility surpassing the threshold of 60 brought gains far beyond his expectations. Fang Cheng was filled with excitement. Just as he was about to close the panel, his gaze instinctively paused on the skill bar. He noticed an anomaly. Right below the hidden skill [Potential Activation], there was a faint gray box. Upon a closer look, it read: [Hidden Skill (Waiting to be Unlocked)] It seemed to be an embryonic form waiting to be unlocked, but it was currently in a sealed gray state. And below it, there was a smaller annotation. [This skill belongs to hidden skills and requires meeting prerequisites to be activated] [Remaining required hang time: 0.74 seconds] Just one final step remained to unlock this mysterious new skill! Gazing at the bright sunlight and cityscape outside the window, Fang Cheng clenched his fists. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his excitement. Turning around, he picked up a broom and cloth, starting to tidy up the food scraps and water stains on the floor. In the afternoon, he still had to visit Xiao Shuai. Apart from obtaining the 10 million task reward, Fang Cheng had an embryonic plan in his mind, which also required this new "Crown Prince of the Red Tiger Gang" to execute for him.