Fang Cheng was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of loose gray sweatpants.
His bronze-colored skin shimmered with a healthy sheen in the dappling light and shadow of the woods.
He grasped a thick branch with one hand, his inverted body straight and tall like a javelin pointing toward the sky.
As his right arm bent and straightened, his body lowered steadily before pushing back up with astonishing control.
The muscles of his arms and back contracted and expanded intensely, like granite infused with life, twisted and knotted.
Each strand was full of condensed power, smooth and athletic, as if meticulously sculpted by the most skilled artisan.
Even when performing such high-difficulty training methods with such a strong physique.
Fang Cheng's breathing remained steady and long, with not a hint of sweat on his forehead.
After completing 100 single-arm handstand pushups in one breath, he didn't immediately flip around.
