Become Infinitely Stronger Starting from Marvel

Inside Mains Fitness Club, after two hours of understanding the membership options, Kevin directly spent $10,000 to purchase a full fitness package for one year.

It includes the highest level of membership benefits, a separate lounge, free massage and personal trainer guidance, but the content of the guidance is determined by Kevin 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?"

Inside the club, William Smith, a muscular coach in his thirties, stared at the handsome and resolute young man in front of him.

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

"That's right, you just need to correct me when my posture is not up to standard and there is a safety hazard." Kevin said directly.

As for a training plan, there is no need for one. As long as you don't die from training, just train to death. Every training method should directly increase the stress to the maximum.

Anyway, it is clearly stated in the instructions that no matter whether it is long-term injury or hidden injury, it can recover on its own as long as the physical fitness reaches 1.5.

Then all you have to do is get your physical fitness to the minimum requirement of 1.5 before you paralyze your body.

"If it doesn't work, let me add points directly." Kevin looked at the 0.4 attribute points he still had to use. If he really became paralyzed, he could just use the attribute panel to add points. There would be no problem at all.

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

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

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

"Then you start, I'll watch from the side." Smith said casually. At this moment, in his mind, Kevin was already regarded as the kind of rich second-generation who was only enthusiastic about things for a short period of time and is stupid and rich.

"Anyway, I'm here to watch. If there's any danger, I'll warn you. This won't be a problem, right?" Smith thought.

But an hour later, he said nervously, "Wait a minute, stop and rest for a while."

After hearing Smith's words, Kevin, who thought something was wrong, completed the last sit-up with difficulty, 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 asking me to stop? I am doing this exercise exactly as you taught me. There shouldn't be any problem with the movements."

"It's not a problem of movement. 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 full of worry. He was really scared.

In the past hour, Kevin tried six or seven different kinds of training programs, including dumbbells, squats, push-ups, barbells, sit-ups, etc. He trained himself to death in each of them.

That desperate posture was really too crazy, especially the last few movements of each training item. The painful but persistent look on Kevins face during training was too terrifying.

It even made him, who was watching over him, feel that Kevin soul might leave his body at any time.

If he was watching with a joking attitude half an hour ago, now he was really afraid that this young man would be the first customer to die at his hands.

When Kevin heard the coach say that there was nothing wrong with his movements, he frowned slightly in dissatisfaction. The training was forcibly interrupted, and he felt that the effect of the sit-up training just now was lost by at least 40%.

Kevin, who had just recovered a little, immediately lay down and continued to do the sit-ups that he had not completed just now. Looking at Smith, who could only sigh helplessly at this young man persistence.

Kevin training lasted for another two hours, during which he still tried his best in every set of training item.

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

Two hours later, when Kevin had almost exhausted the strength of every muscle in his body except his chin, he fell on the yoga mat like burnt ash.

This feeling of weakness and exhaustion is so severe that even if a thousand-year-old Dracula jumped past Kevin, all his blood would be sucked away alive without resistance.

"Let's stop here...for today...and continue tomorrow!" Kevin said with difficulty.

"Okay, okay, I'll carry you on my back to massage and relax your muscles." Seeing that Kevin finally stopped, Smith breathed a sigh of relief and complained in his heart: "You're still going to continue tomorrow? With your current physical condition, it's good enough that you can get up tomorrow. Be careful that you'll pee blood tomorrow when you get up."

But what only Kevin could see was that on his description column, there were the achievements that he had worked hard to achieve, and the last record proved his efforts.

Comments:

You performed a 54-rep bodyweight squat...

Repeat 9 times to increase the strength limit by 0.1.

Repeat 7 times to increase the physical limit by 0.1.

Repeat 2 times to increase the mental limit by 0.1.

Looking at the three-dimensional limit that can be improved by only single digits, Kevin, who has no physical strength left, can only wait until tomorrow to exercise.

After a difficult bath and massage, Kevin was supported by Smith and returned to the door of his home. Looking at Kevin who was standing unsteadily, Smith finally asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"No need, you can go off work now. See you tomorrow." Kevin supported himself on the wall with his right hand, then turned his back to Smith, slowly walked into the room, and closed the door softly.

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

Kevin made this decision, then sat in front of the computer, pressed the power button, and after the computer started up, he prepared to search the Internet for some health-preserving boxing techniques like Yoga, trying to squeeze out every bit of potential dormant on his body.

"No..." Kevin was searching when suddenly an idea came to him. He immediately stopped what he was doing and opened the All-heavens Chat group that had been blocked and ignored before.

At this moment in the chat group, Kevin was still banned and unable to send messages, but his goal was not to do so.

On the file column, Kevin saw hundreds of files with different contents stacked together.

Kevin clicked on one at random, and the next second it showed that the download was complete and he could check it at any time.

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

After confirming his guess, Kevin suppressed his gradually accelerating heartbeat and began to search through the group files.

A minute later, Kevin eyes lit up because he saw a file in the group file of the chat group.

Purple Glow Divine Art

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