After several seconds of concentration and calming, Fang Cheng began practicing. This time, his movements were much slower than before, yet more composed. Each move and gesture had a clear and distinct trajectory. With each twist and hip thrust, arm swing and palm chop, he precisely controlled the force rising from his feet, transmitted through his waist and back, finally concentrating at the edge of his palm. The incoming waves were his imagined target. A hand blade chopped down, the force generated by the edge of his palm even carved a fleeting ripple on the water’s surface. He constantly changed angles and postures—horizontal chop, vertical chop, diagonal cut... Integrating the theories learned from the disc into his body’s instincts. Time passed quietly amidst focused practice. The sound of the tides grew louder, the waves rising higher one after another. The time of high tide had come. On the distant horizon, a faint whitish line emerged, distinctly separating from the dark blue sky. Like a dividing line between day and night. Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath, crossing his hands in front and slowly retracting them to his sides, finishing his practice. He raised his wrist to check the watch, the time was 5:27. The panel still showed no response, no new skills were unlocked. Yet Fang Cheng felt not the slightest discouragement. Through the immersive practice just now, his understanding of the "Hand Blade" technique had deepened considerably. He knew the path he was taking was correct. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI-Fire.ɴet Fighting relies not only on hard fists and swift legs. The palm, when fingers are joined together, can also become an invincible weapon. As long as he continues to persevere, unlocking new skills is just a matter of time. Fang Cheng raised his head, looking around. Although the sky was still dark, the outline of the distant city was gradually becoming clear. He decided to forgo today’s regular long-distance running training and test his short sprint speed instead. With the agility attribute breaking through to 60 points, the flexibility, balance, coordination, and reaction speed of his muscles had undergone a qualitative leap, even his basic suspension time improved by 0.5 seconds. He wondered what astonishing level his maximum sprint speed could reach in running, the skill that most epitomizes agility? Fang Cheng walked on the beach barefoot, choosing not to wear the sneakers placed beside him. This time he learned from past mistakes, to prevent another pair of good shoes from being stomped into oblivion during full blast. He moved his wrists and ankles, stretched his muscles and bones, and various joints in his body emitted a series of "crackle" sounds, akin to stir-fried beans. After preparing, he crouched down, placing his hands on the slightly wet sand, legs spread front and back, posing a professional crouching start position of a sprinter. His entire body, resembling a prehistoric predator about to pounce on its prey, every muscle bulging, filled with explosive power. Then, he started instantly. Like thunder striking from a clear sky! Fang Cheng’s feet fiercely stomped the sand, the sand underfoot compressed by immense force, exploding backward, forming two half-meter wide deep pits. He shot out like a shell from a cannon barrel, switching from standstill to peak acceleration in less than 0.1 seconds! A visible gust of air expanded from him in all directions, blowing sand and shell fragments scattered in the air! The immediate explosive force at the start was at a whole different level compared to when his agility was at 40 points! If earlier his running was like a top supercar. Now, Fang Cheng resembles an aircraft instantly launched on an electromagnetic rail. His figure pulled out a straight afterimage on the beach, so fast it was beyond the capture of the naked eye. Everything around rapidly retreated, transforming into blurred patches of color. Fang Cheng’s five senses elevated to an unprecedented height. The wind was no longer just wind. It felt like a heavy resistance like water exerting pressure, rubbing against his skin furiously. Making him feel like he was sprinting at high speed underwater, with only a high-pitched buzz resonating in his ears. His heart transformed into a fully-powered nuclear fusion engine, each beat sounding like the roll of war drums. The sound echoed clearly inside his eardrums, pumping hot blood to every corner of his body. Underneath his skin, capillaries became visible, his entire being glowing with an abnormal redness, his body temperature rising dramatically, even his breathed air carried scorching white mist. A distance of over a kilometer was merely a brief moment beneath his feet. When he finally forced himself to stop, his feet plowed two deep trenches over ten meters long in the sand, finally easing off that terrifying momentum. He exhaled a long breath from his nostrils, the hot air formed two enduring white arrows in the cool morning breeze. Fang Cheng was drenched in sweat, his heartbeat fast as a war drum, yet his breath kept a consistent rhythm, showing no sign of total exhaustion. In front of him, a light blue screen reappeared. [Your running speed has exceeded 200 meters per second for the first time, Running Experience +10] [Running Lv1 (86/250)] Though the distance covered didn’t seem far. But this kind of exercise, pressing one’s stamina to the limit and challenging the peak of physiology in a very short time, had more consumption than performing single-finger pull-ups holding 500 kilograms for two hours straight, or practicing Air Attack overnight. Fang Cheng looked at his sports watch, the screen froze on a set of numbers: Meaning that completing this over-kilometer "sprint," the average speed was about 205 meters per second. Previously at 40 points of agility attribute, my sprint maximum speed was 79 meters per second. Now directly increased by more than twice. Converted into an hourly rate, it’s 738 kilometers per hour! This speed had far surpassed any top-tier mass-produced sports car in the world, even an F1 car seemed like a toddling child in comparison. Ordinary commercial airplanes only reach speeds above 800 kilometers per hour at their peak. Yet the distance from the speed of sound, at 340 meters per second, still had a long way to go. Fang Cheng could clearly sense that during the run just now, as the speed increased, the pressure his body bore was exponentially growing. His skin felt hot and red, muscle fibers vaguely experienced a tearing pain, air resistance was intense as though facing an invisible wall. This feeling was entirely different from when performing the Sound Speed Punch. The fist could reach the speed of sound because the target was small, and the contact area was also small. Like the tip of a whip easily making a crack in the air, power could highly concentrate at one point. But for the entire body to reach the speed of sound faces fundamental obstacles from physiological structure. It wasn’t just a matter of air resistance, but also whether one’s structure could withstand the immense load brought by such terrifying speeds. The higher the speed, the harder to improve; every advance in distance required paying costs in geometric multiples. This was not merely a problem that could be resolved by increasing agility. "Looks like I need to wait until my strength and constitution attributes also break through the 60-point threshold, then try extreme sprinting again and see if I can touch the barrier of the speed of sound." Fang Cheng contemplated. Even fragile carbon-based creatures, let alone modern technological machines, need to overcome material science difficulties to break the speed of sound. In this world, only a handful of top nations possess the technology to manufacture supersonic fighters and missiles. For humans relying solely on pure physical bodies to surpass technology, civilization, achieving such a level, is evidently a path that defies the heavens. Even with my panel, it seems I need to walk a very, very long road. In Fang Cheng’s eyes, there’s not a hint of fear; instead, a fiercer fighting spirit ignites. Challenging natural laws with a human body is in itself something that would make anyone’s blood boil. Sixty points of attribute aren’t enough; then it’ll be eighty points! Eighty points don’t suffice, then a hundred points! He firmly believes that one day, he will trample the so-called laws of physics beneath his feet! The sea breeze, carrying a slight chill, blew towards him, making his scorching body feel considerably comfortable. Fang Cheng looked down at his burning red skin, suddenly grinning widely. Been a long time since he swam this refreshingly.