The movements were so fast that only afterimages remained, akin to a pile driver, simultaneously challenging the limits of human speed and strength.
The dull "pu pu" sound echoed rhythmically in the empty room.
Sweat slid down his well-defined cheeks and neck, dripping onto the cold concrete floor, splashing into dark patches of water.
"997."
"998."
"999."
"1000!"
Accompanied by the final low count, Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly, and his posture on the ground abruptly changed.
The hands that steadily supported his body suddenly clenched their fingers, leaving only the index and middle fingers.
Like two steel nails, they were firmly anchored into the cold, rough concrete floor.
Having completed 3 sets of 1000 standard push-ups, Fang Cheng felt somewhat dissatisfied with today's workout results.
So he significantly increased the difficulty, continuing to challenge the two-finger Zen push-ups.
His body remained as straight as a ruler, with no sag in the waist or back.
