Due to this, the Skill Experience Points of [palm technique] and [Qigong] have surged dramatically, entirely within reasonable bounds. To Fang Cheng’s surprise, even the [Tai Chi Boxing] Skill has gained significantly from it. It seems that all Martial Arts principles are interconnected. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel_fіre.net In the future, he can try to apply Qi Force in other Fighting Skills, verifying them against each other and complementing one another, unleashing greater power. After reviewing all the skill gains from today’s morning training, Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction and decided not to continue exercising. Up next, intense battles could break out at any moment, and he must keep both his body and Spirit at peak condition. If physical issues negatively impact his combat performance at a crucial moment, the loss would outweigh the gain. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded from above, rinsing his skin and washing away the sweat from high-intensity practice, bringing a soothing feeling of comfort. Amidst the steam and mist, Fang Cheng silently summarized the three types of Qi Force he had mastered today in his mind. "Silk Wrapping Strength, its essence lies in ’sticking’ and ’wrapping’, combining hardness and softness." "When deploying Grapple or Claw Technique, it can invade the opponent’s body silently and disrupt their center of gravity, lock their joints, rendering their power ineffective." "Spiral Force, focusing on ’drilling’ and ’penetrating’, possesses the strongest Penetration." "It can be paired with Piercing Hand, Straight Punch, etc., to condense the entire body’s power at one point, puncturing the opponent’s defenses, causing fatal internal injuries." "Bounce and Shake Strength, emphasizing ’explosion’ and ’bounce’, is both offensive and defensive." "Not only useful for close combat, but also forms the basis of traditional martial arts’ so-called ’Qinggong’, greatly enhancing jumping, direction-changing, and dodging abilities." Fang Cheng kept washing his body with his hands, as his thoughts became increasingly clear. Only when the water turned a bit cold did he snap back to reality, turn off the shower, quickly dry himself, and change into clean clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, the table was already piled with a mountain of food. Fifty steaming, neatly folded fresh meat buns. Three large bowls of clear soup thin-skinned, well-stuffed shrimp wontons. Ten golden crispy fried dough sticks, and ten omelettes brushed with rich sweet sauce, wrapped with fragrant pork strips and crispy lettuce. There were also two warm cups of soybean milk and six boxes of one-liter pure milk. Xiao Shuai, like a professional and considerate butler, had already pulled out a chair for him, respectfully standing by and waiting. Fang Cheng nodded at him, not holding back, and after sitting down, he began eating without ceremony. Taking a meat bun in each hand, he almost swallowed them without chewing. Then the second, third... His speed was astonishing, as if his throat was a bottomless black hole. Xiao Shuai watched with a pounding heart, secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva. This wasn’t the first time he witnessed the chairman’s meal intake, yet each time he still felt a sense of awe derived from biological instinct. As he watched the buns disappear at lightning speed, Fang Cheng picked up a bowl of wontons, and after a few gulps, the large bowl was emptied. Next, he took a fried dough stick, pairing it with soybean milk and pure milk, finishing a stick as if eating a biscuit in just a few bites. The entire process was uninterrupted, as if he wasn’t enjoying Gourmet but executing a precise program. Fueling the necessary energy for his body’s machine. Xiao Shuai dared not think too much and silently picked up an omelette and started eating. Yet he ate a bit absent-mindedly, his gaze frequently drifting toward the rapidly "collapsing" food mountain, fearing that if he zoned out, even the table might vanish into thin air. Fang Cheng showed no signs of restraint. Since Xiao Shuai was following him, he would eventually need to adapt to many aspects of his life that deviate from the norm. After all, as they venture into the mysterious and unpredictable dark world, he would witness more extraordinary and bewildering events. After finishing an omelette and drinking a bowl of soybean milk, Xiao Shuai already felt half full. He took a bun in hand, leisurely nibbling, habitually walking to the window, overlooking the outside activity. The view here was extremely wide, offering a nearly unobstructed view of the bustling commercial street below. Sunlight broke through the clouds, gilding the traffic and pedestrians below. In the distance, the Noah Group’s silver-gray, high-tech tower stood like a slumbering steel behemoth in the morning light. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the bun in his hand nearly fell to the ground as he blurted out: "Chairman, that bus has arrived!" Upon hearing Xiao Shuai’s shout, Fang Cheng did not immediately rise. He absorbed the last mouthful of wontons with soup and contentedly wiped his mouth with a napkin, then stood up and walked to the window. Below, a fully dark blue luxury coach, bearing the simple logo of Noah Pharmaceutical, steadily parked by the roadside. After the car door opened, a group of uniformed, badge-wearing employees filed out, merging into the flow towards the entrance of the building. Fang Cheng watched calmly, his gaze like a high-precision scanner. Filtering out all useless information, only waiting for that single target to enter his field of view. Until a shoulder-length silhouette of flowing hair came into sight. "Notify them immediately." Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, instructing Xiao Shuai. Xiao Shuai quickly picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, thumb pressing the call button, issuing commands in a steady voice: