o’clock in the morning. The soft sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a bright trapezoid on the light blue sports flooring. The entire living room seemed to be coated with a warm hue, easing the originally too cold and monotonous atmosphere. This place didn’t feel like a home; it was more like a professional private combat training room. Against the wall, a red and black standing punching bag stood quietly. Next to it were a horizontal bar, gymnastic rings, and a huge black sandbag that almost touched the ground. At this moment, in the center of the living room, a breathtaking scene was unfolding. A naked man was undergoing a training regimen that could be considered self-torturous. A thick custom-made weight belt was strapped around his waist, from which ten dark barbell plates were suspended by heavy metal chains. Each was marked with "25kg", with a total weight reaching an astonishing 500 pounds. His body bent backward, folding in a reverse arc down towards the floor. Supported by only his hands and feet, he formed a perfect bridge arch. This was a high-difficulty fitness skill—the back bridge. And he was performing it with a 500-pound resistance. After breaking through the 60 Agility Attribute, Fang Cheng’s body fat percentage dropped to an extremely low level, making his muscle lines even leaner and more streamlined. While practicing the back bridge, his muscles didn’t seem to bulge much, but every muscle group was taut as iron, full of concentrated explosiveness. Especially his waist and abdomen, which appeared exceptionally slender. In stark contrast to the heavy barbells hanging from his waist, it was an incredible visual paradox. Fang Cheng effortlessly controlled his body, repeatedly bending backward and then slowly rising. His movements were precise and stable, as if the 500 pounds of weight were nothing more than a flimsy garment. That slim waist seemed as if it were cast from steel. It was the ultimate combination of strength and beauty, enough to make any gym-goer turn their head. Suddenly, the phone casually thrown aside on the floor lit up. The phone vibrated, emitting a string of crisp ringing. Evidently, someone was calling early in the morning. Fang Cheng ignored it. He maintained his training rhythm, breathing deep and powerful. With each rise and fall, the muscles in his back and waist tightened and relaxed like a drawn and released bowstring. As the sunlight outside the window gradually brightened, the trapezoidal area of light that poured in slowly expanded. He was completely absorbed in the honing of his core muscles, relishing the sensation of muscle fibers tearing and reassembling under extreme pressure. The ringing persisted stubbornly for a few moments before it ended. The room was again filled only with the dull sounds of the body clashing with the equipment and his powerful, bellows-like breathing. Only after completing the 1000th weighted back bridge did Fang Cheng slowly stand upright and relieve himself of the weights around his waist. The ten barbell plates clanged as they fell one by one onto the sports flooring. After freeing himself, Fang Cheng felt at ease and let out a breath. He casually grabbed the towel hanging on the standing punching bag to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel•fire.net A light blue screen quietly floated into view before his eyes. Several notifications of skill experience growth passed by one after another. Fang Cheng glanced at them, nodding slightly. The training effect remained as steady and continuous as always. Then, he focused on a skill that particularly concerned him. [Back Bridge Experience +20] [Back Bridge lv2 (461/500)] This morning exercise, he had especially intensified the back bridge routine, and the results seemed favorable. He had made another significant step towards advancing the skill to the Grandmaster Level. However, after finishing 1000 repetitions, there was a slight soreness in the muscles of his back and waist. Fang Cheng reached out and patted his "delicate waist", looking out towards the seaside view through the window. By now, the sun was fully up. A golden light spread across the sea, glistening like a piece of shimmering gold silk. Fang Cheng picked up the phone from the floor and glanced at the time. The screen also showed a missed call. Opening it, it was Xiao Shuai’s number. Fang Cheng wasn’t too concerned. According to their previous agreement, since he had called, it shouldn’t be anything too urgent; he could call back later. He casually tossed the phone onto the sofa and bent down to gather the ten barbell plates, carefully stacking them in the corner of the room. Once relaxed, he continued with some stretching exercises. Then, with shoulders sunk and elbows dropped, he steadied his horse stance, and facing the morning sun, he began rhythmic breathing exercises. With each breath, there was a faint sound likened to the roar of tigers and leopards coming from his chest and abdomen. Sweat evaporated around him, transforming into a light white mist that rose gracefully. Today’s morning routine remained the same as always, starting promptly at four o’clock. First, he went to the seaside to practice boxing for an hour, followed by a twenty-kilometer run along the beach. Then back home, he practiced six fitness skills. Together, it took over three hours. After the full training session, complemented by Qigong exercises, he felt refreshed and full of energy. Fifteen minutes later, he finished the Qigong balancing. Fang Cheng quickly walked to the bathroom and took a refreshing cold shower. After coming out, he stood before the wash mirror, examining himself. Long legs, broad shoulders, slim waist. His body proportions weren’t perfect; the curves seemed somewhat sensual. For Fang Cheng, this lean yet unexaggerated physique was somewhat unsatisfactory. For an ordinary person, perhaps the acceptance would be higher. Especially the waist, which looked thin yet was full of a sense of strength.