Chapter 4 Zixia Magical Skill

Inside the Mains Fitness Club, after two hours of understanding, Bai Ye directly spent 10,000 US dollars to purchase a full fitness package for one year.

It includes the highest membership benefits, an independent lounge, free massage and personal trainer guidance, but the content of the guidance is formulated by Bai Ye himself.

"You mean, I don't need to supervise your exercise, nor do I need to make a training plan for each stage. I just need to check whether each of your exercise postures is standard?"

In the club, William Smith, a coach in his thirties with big tendons all over his body, stared at the handsome young man in front of him with a determined attitude.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of request in all his years as a coach.

"Yes, I just need to correct it when my posture is not standard and there are safety risks." Bai Ye said straightforwardly.

As for the training plan, there is no need at all. As long as you can practice to death, practice to death. Every exercise method will directly maximize the pressure.

Anyway, it is clearly stated in the description column that whether it is long-term injury or hidden injury, as long as the constitution reaches 1.5, it can recover on its own.

Then just let your physique reach the minimum requirement of 1.5 before paralyzing your body.

‘If it doesn’t work, let Shen Lan add some more. ’ Bai Ye saw that he still had 0.4 attribute points to be used. When the real practice was paralyzed, he could just use the attribute panel to add points. There was no problem at all.

"Anyway, the money has been paid. If you don't agree, I will directly apply to change the coach or refund the money and change to a gym." Bai Ye directly threatened. In a capitalist country like the United States these days, if you have money, you are afraid of not being able to find a coach.

"You... okay." Smith reluctantly compromised: "Then when are you going to start training?"

"Time waits for no one, of course it is now." Bai Ye cast his eyes on a row of dumbbells of different weights placed in the gym: "Let's try the 20kg first."

"Then you start, I'll watch from the sidelines." Smith said casually. At this moment, in his mind, Bai Ye was already regarded as the kind of rich second generation who only takes three minutes to do things and is stupid and rich.

'Anyway, I'm watching from the side. If there is any danger, just speak up and warn him. Nothing will happen. ’ Smith thought in his heart.

But an hour later, he said nervously from the side: "Wait a minute, please stop and rest for a while."

After hearing Smith's words, Bai Ye, who thought something was wrong, struggled to complete the last crunch, and then lay on the ground like a dried salted fish, feeling his abdominal muscles burning.

After taking a few breaths, he said, "Why are you telling me to stop? I'm exercising exactly according to the postures you taught me. There shouldn't be any problems with my movements."

"It's not a problem with your movements. Your posture is already very standard, but your training intensity is too high. If you continue like this, I'm worried that your body will develop symptoms of rhabdomyolysis." Smith's face was filled with worry. He was really scared.

In the past hour, Bai Ye tried six or seven different training items such as dumbbells, squats, push-ups, barbells, and abdominal crunches. Each of them was aimed at hard training during training.

That desperate posture is really too crazy, especially the last few movements of each training program. Bai Ye's painful but still perseverant look during exercise is too terrifying.

It even gave him the illusion that Bai Ye's soul might leave his body at any time while he was watching over him.

If he was seeing a joke half an hour ago, now he was really afraid that this young man would become the first customer to die in his hands.

When Bai Ye heard the coach say that his movements were fine, Bai Ye frowned slightly with dissatisfaction. The training was forcibly interrupted. He felt that at least 40% of the training effect of abdominal crunches had been lost.

Bai Ye, who had just recovered somewhat, immediately lay down and continued to do the unfinished abdominal crunches. Smith could only sigh helplessly while watching.

Bai Ye's training lasted for another two hours. During this period, although he still tried his best in every group of training items.

However, the continuous consumption of physical strength made him train less and less frequently, and the rest interval between two training items was lengthened accordingly.

Two hours later, when Bai Ye had squeezed out the strength from almost every muscle in his body except Niuzi, his whole body collapsed on the yoga mat like a burnt body of white ash.

This feeling of weakness and dying is like having a ray of yang energy sucked away alive by the thousand-year-old zombie king jumping past Bai Ye.

"Today...just come...here...continue tomorrow!" Bai Ye said with difficulty.

"Okay, okay, I'll carry you to massage and relax your muscles." Seeing that Bai Ye finally stopped, Smith breathed a sigh of relief and complained in his heart: "We can continue tomorrow. With your current physical condition, it will be good if you can get up tomorrow." Well, be careful if you pee blood when you wake up tomorrow. ’

But what only Bai Ye could see was the achievements he had made through hard work one after another on his description column. At the same time, the record that appeared in the last one proved his efforts.

Description column:

You completed a bodyweight squat with a total of 54 reps...

Repeat 9 times to increase the upper limit of strength by 0.1

Repeat 7 times to increase the upper limit of physical fitness by 0.1

Repeat 2 times to increase the mental limit by 0.1

Seeing that the three-dimensional upper limit could be increased by only single digits, Bai Ye, who had no physical strength left, could only wait until tomorrow to exercise again.

After the difficult bathing and massage, Bai Ye was helped back to the door by Smith. Looking at Bai Ye who was unsteady on his feet, Smith finally asked: "Are you sure you really don't want to go to the hospital?"

"No need, you can get off work. See you tomorrow." Bai Ye supported the wall with his right hand, then turned his back to Smith, walked slowly into the room, and then closed the door softly.

'Although I can't do physical exercise, I can exercise my mental will. I agreed to stay up all night for 25 hours. If the moon doesn't sleep tonight, I won't sleep! ’

Bai Ye decided this, then sat in front of the computer, pressed the power button, and after the computer started up, he was going to search for some health-building techniques like Tai Chi on the Internet, trying to squeeze out every bit of potential in the body.

'That's not right...' When Bai Ye was searching, a sudden inspiration came to him. He immediately stopped what he was doing and opened the communication group of the heavens that had been blocked before, so he ignored it.

In the current chat group, Bai Ye was still blocked and unable to send messages, but that was not his goal.

On the file bar, Bai Ye saw hundreds of files with different contents stacked together.

Bai Ye clicked on one casually, and the next second it directly showed that the download was completed and could be viewed at any time.

Sure enough, unable to send messages ≠ unable to receive files.

After confirming his guess, Bai Ye suppressed his gradually accelerating heartbeat and started searching in the group files.

A minute later, Bai Ye's eyes lit up because he saw a file on the chat group's group file.

"The Magic Power of Zixia"

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