He pushed off the floor with both feet just enough to execute a perfect vertical jump.
This time it was notably more stable.
Fang Cheng stretched out his limbs, his body lightly leaping upwards, and the instant he was about to reach the highest point, he quickly pressed the stopwatch on his phone.
At the same moment, in order to give his body hanging in midair another target to exert force on, he continuously slapped the ceiling.
Pop pop pop pop pop—
With over a dozen consecutive light taps, Fang Cheng's palms seemed to stick to the plaster ceiling.
It created an illusion.
As if he was doing Handstand Pushups with the ceiling as the floor.
And not just jumping in place, where the body is airborne with no support at all.
This almost stationary floating state, as the numbers on the phone's stopwatch rapidly ticked, seemed like it could last forever.
Suddenly.
Fang Cheng finally felt the pull of gravity calling him.
