Gloomy clouds, pressing over the city.
As if a heavy theatre curtain was slowly descending.
Fang Cheng was standing on his hands, treading the sky.
His arms bent at the elbows, with shoulder and back muscles rising like hills.
It was as though he was using his own body to support this endlessly flourishing earth.
"…"
"95."
"96."
"97."
Fang Cheng was methodically doing Handstand Pushups with a specific rhythm.
When he counted to 100, he suddenly released his left hand, supporting himself only with his right hand.
After a slight wobble, his body became completely still.
In this way, he maintained the one-handed handstand, legs spread, without moving for a long time.
The sunrise began to emerge, obscured by the dark clouds.
Only a faintly yellowish horizon was tinted.
The dim light shone on his solid and lean muscles, each inch radiating strength and beauty.
As if it were a flawless piece of art carved by a top master.
