yasinovel Chapter 1292 - 627
Chapter 1292 - 627
Crash—Crash—
At five in the morning, the darkness of early summer’s dawn had yet to fully retreat.
The sea breeze carried warm humidity, rolling up layers of white foam, crashing onto the empty beach.
The receding tide washed over the shell-covered sand, leaving damp traces behind.
Occasionally, two dazzling headlights would flash on the coastal highway in the distance, as heavy trucks sped past.
The dull rumble of tires crushing the asphalt was torn apart by the sea breeze, drifting intermittently.
The silhouettes of city buildings further away still lay dormant in the darkness.
Only a few sparse lights twinkled in the night, making the beach far from the city district seem even more desolate.
On the pitch-black beach, a tall and upright figure was moving with the sea breeze, practicing Air Attack.
His upper body was bare, wearing only bright red sports shorts, his feet creating rapid sounds on the sand.
Under the faint distant streetlights, his extremely muscular physique could be vaguely seen.
"Bang!"
A powerful Sweep Kick tore through the air, fiercely striking the imaginary enemy’s ribs.
As he exerted force, the muscles outside his thigh instantly bulged, distinct muscle fibers rose on the surface, like tightly-wound steel cables.
Without any pause or transition, leveraging the reactive force from landing the Sweep Kick, he twisted his waist abruptly.
The broad latissimus dorsi suddenly contracted, instantly driving the arms, followed by a fierce turning Elbow Strike descending.
It wasn’t over.
As the Elbow Strike fell, he seemingly saw the ultimate enemy, grabbing the enemy’s nape with both hands and pulling down fiercely.
Simultaneously, his right knee, like a heavy hammer, rose from the ground, shooting straight up.
The quadriceps on the front of his thigh erupted in an instant as he soared, filled with an explosive sense of powerful beauty.
Jab, Front Kick, Flying Knee Strike, Horizontal Elbow Sweep, Low Sweep...
The figure advanced and retreated, stepping with Muay Thai’s classic Three Palace Step, his movements appeared extremely fierce and powerful.
Each strike carried a savage feeling of tearing prey, the oppressive sense of destroying opponents.
If a world-class Boxing King were observing, they would surely be dumbfounded.
The person before them had thoroughly unleashed the fierce killing technique of Muay Thai, known as the "Eight-Arm Asura."
The figure continued alternating Slip Steps on the soft sandy ground, advancing and retreating, his footwork incredibly precise.
The roaring of waves crashing against rocks seemed to form a natural metronome.
Each punch he threw, every stepping Sweep Kick, precisely landed on the beat of the waves hitting the beach.
Sweat slid along the contour of his firm pectoral muscles, yet before it could drip into the sand, it shattered with a "whoosh" from the fierce punch wind.
Boom!
With the sonic boom ringing out, another extremely destructive rear-hand punch was launched.
The fierce punch wind whipped up a sandstorm in front, the sand granules were forcefully pushed several meters away, carving out a fan-shaped trace.
The figure stood still in the darkness, eyes glowing astonishingly bright, exuding the captivating brilliance akin to a beast.
"Whew—"
Fang Cheng breathed out a long, hot breath, the rise and fall of his chest gradually relaxing.
He flexed his shoulders, twisted his neck with a few crisp bone cracking sounds.
Then crossed his hands, clenched his fists strongly, looking calmly at the dark sea surface.
Two days had passed since the Special Search Team’s fitness test ended.
That morning, Fang Cheng rode the troop transport from West Mountain back to East City District.
After bidding farewell at the assembly point to Ma Donghe and Hou Peng, he carried those two large packs of rare beast meat from the Otherworld, directly to Sea Sky Garden, stuffing them all into the large freezer.
Initially planning to rest well after the test, stay here a few more days, and digest the gains from this journey to West Mountain.
But barely warmed his seat, his mother’s call arrived.
Upon hearing his exam was over, she repeatedly asked why he hadn’t returned home, asking if something had happened.
Fang Cheng casually found an excuse, saying he planned to spend the night at a friend’s house.
However, his mother wasn’t buying it, insisting that she had already bought groceries and prepared a whole table of good food and drinks to reward her son for completing the exam successfully.
On the other end of the line, his grandfather and uncle crowded close, asking questions, bombarding him to return quickly.
Under the relentless bombardment from the elders, Fang Cheng couldn’t refuse and obediently returned to Wanghu Town.
Yet considering he’d just traversed a spatial rift and visited the Otherworld filled with monsters, Fang Cheng remained somewhat cautious in his heart.
To avoid carrying unknown Otherworld viruses that might infect his family.
Before going home, he stuffed the training clothes he changed out of into the fire basin, burning them clean.
Then in the bathroom, using high-concentration disinfectant, he scrubbed from head to toe for over half an hour.
In truth, with his current Inner Power Cultivation, if he fully operated his True Qi, the "True Sun Fire" emanating from his body was enough to destroy any known virus.
But concerning his family’s health, he preferred being meticulous, caution never hurt.
After spending a peaceful day with his family in Wanghu Town, Fang Cheng couldn’t resist the innate yearning for Strength.
He concocted a reason, telling his family he had many things to handle.
Despite being confident in passing the Special Search Team test, before resigning, he had to return to the company to finish his final duties, complete the handover, avoiding absence without cause.
His mother and grandfather praised his steady conduct and understanding, thus gladly letting him depart.
Returning to the apartment at Sea Sky Garden, Fang Cheng finally resumed his training routine as steady as an ascetic monk.