Start the liver experience with push-ups

Monday, during the morning rush hour.

Jiangdong District, Maocheng Road intersection station.

In the rain, a bus with an advertisement for a female celebrity endorsing breast enhancement drove up and stopped at the station.

He quickly stepped through the accumulated water that almost covered the sidewalk and walked towards the brightly lit Wantong Shopping Center.

Due to a job transfer, his scheduled day off was changed from Monday to Friday.

Therefore, he would have to work for almost two weeks straight.

However, for Fang Cheng, this was actually a good thing.

He quickly arrived at the club, folded his umbrella, and hung it on the rack at the entrance.

It was already 9:30, but the venue still seemed relatively quiet.

Apart from the sound of colleagues clocking in and talking, he didn't feel the passionate atmosphere of the past.

These days, with the continuous rain and it being a weekday, there were significantly fewer students coming to train and take classes.

The entire training hall was empty, with only a few professional boxers doing their daily training.

Fang Cheng went directly into the locker room and opened his locker with a key.

He took out a set of blue work clothes and a pair of lightweight Puma anti-slip boxing shoes.

Then, he took out a plastic bag from his bag, which contained another set of clean clothes and shoes.

Working at the club, in addition to attendance and performance, he also needed to pay attention to personal image and hygiene.

Fang Cheng took off his somewhat damp shoes, sat on the bench, changed into his boxing shoes, and tied the laces.

At this moment, a figure suddenly walked towards him.

"Acheng, how is it being transferred to the Sanda department? Are you still adjusting?"

The tone was kind, with a hint of unexpected concern.

Fang Cheng looked up at the person who came.

Seeing that it was Chen Xiaohai, who was in charge of the Karate department, he replied indifferently:

"It's okay."

"If you need any help, just tell me, after all, I've been working here for 10 years, and I'm quite familiar with things."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Hai."

Fang Cheng nodded, his answer as concise as ever.

Chen Xiaohai smiled, patted Fang Cheng's shoulder, and then walked out of the locker room.

His actions surprised the other colleagues.

When did the relationship between the two become so close?

Chen Xiaohai whistled, with his hands behind his back, and walked into the second hall, looking quite relaxed and content.

In the past week, his mood had been like a roller coaster, going up and down.

After hearing that Fang Cheng had refused to intern in the marketing department and offended Manager Li, the hostility he had felt before vanished instantly.

He would occasionally ask about and comfort Fang Cheng, transforming into a good senior colleague who took care of the newcomers.

Of course, in private, he would also say that Fang Cheng was young and vigorous, eager to become a great lawyer, and looked down on the small temple that was the club.

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"Right stance, turn left, left stance, circle right…"

"Once the waist moves, the base must go first…"

Inside the first training hall, Xu Maocai's voice could almost be heard throughout the entire thousand-square-meter venue.

Fang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching a group of students practice various wrestling moves and power techniques under the instructor's guidance.

This class was an advanced course for old students, mainly teaching the application of wrestling techniques in Sanda.

Kicking, punching, wrestling, and grappling are known as the four major techniques of Sanda.

The former two absorbed relatively advanced and practical fighting techniques from abroad.

The latter two are the essence of traditional martial arts in this country.

Moreover, compared to them, the moves are more concise and practical, without any fancy traditional routines.

To summarize Xu Maocai's lecture content, wrestling techniques are just one sentence.

"Borrow momentum to overturn the base, lean on the body without the root!"

"You only need to remember that all wrestling techniques in actual combat revolve around these four key points to perform the movements."

Xu Maocai suddenly called a halt to the students practicing basic skills and had them start practicing in pairs.

The students formed pairs and tried various hugging and leg-grabbing wrestling moves.

Some took turns using their classmates as sandbags to review the technical movements, while others competed with each other, stubbornly holding on with brute force.

Fang Cheng watched them intently.

While recalling the instructor's lecture content, he analyzed the errors in the movements.

Gradually, he gained some understanding.

If the most important thing for punches and kicks is to maintain balance, then wrestling is to disrupt the opponent's balance.

It is not necessarily a success only when the opponent is completely knocked to the ground.

In actual combat, any part of the arms, torso, hips, legs, and feet can be used to perform techniques.

As long as the opponent is in an unstable state, half of the victory has already been achieved.

Then, with a gentle lean and embrace, the opponent can be knocked down by borrowing momentum.

Or quickly follow up with punches and kicks, and launch a fierce attack.

The effect is several times better than simply wrestling.

The students didn't think as much as Fang Cheng did, but they were having a great time.

In a class of less than 10 people, the remaining lucky one was practicing with the instructor.

Bang!

The lucky one was knocked to the ground with a clean and neat "shoulder throw".

Although the ground was covered with soft pads, it still took a while to get up again.

Xu Maocai said sternly:

"You see, I can stand still and he can't even move me, but with a casual pull, he immediately falls down."

"Why? Because you are too weak!"

"If you want to achieve something, it is far from enough to rely on three physical training classes a week. After you go back, insist on doing a few more sets of squats. Come back and try again in a month, and your lower body will definitely be more stable than it is now."

The others laughed and didn't take it seriously.

The lucky one frowned and rubbed his butt.

After all, no one wants to be treated like a sack and thrown around.

Fang Cheng's face was full of envy, and he really wanted to go up and replace that student and try the feel.

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The morning group class ended quickly.

At lunchtime, Fang Cheng went to the front desk to get his meal, and came back with three takeout bags in his hand.

One of them was the company's employee meal, and the other two were chicken leg rice takeaways that he ordered himself.

When his colleagues saw this, they couldn't help but curiously ask him if he had been hungry for several days, that he had such a good appetite.

Fang Cheng didn't explain too much, only saying that he didn't eat breakfast, and one meal would fill him up for two.

In fact.

After exercising in the morning, he had swallowed a full 10 boiled eggs, 3 boxes of pure milk, plus a basket of small steamed buns from the breakfast shop downstairs.

The reason why his appetite had become so outrageous was all because of practicing squats.

That's right.

Yesterday, Fang Cheng finally chose the second one out of the two enhancement rewards.

He added 1 point to his Strength attribute and gained the skill effect of "Lone Wolf".

Let's not talk about the topic of the towering erection in the morning for now.

Fang Cheng had read the book "Convict Conditioning" and knew that the essential principle of exercising muscles is actually very simple.

It is to first tear some muscle fibers of a specific muscle group through overload resistance training.

Then, use the body's own healing ability to repair and reorganize it.

The human body's physiological mechanism is very magical.

In order to prevent similar situations from happening again, it will produce a super-repair phenomenon in this process.

That is, it becomes harder and thicker, thereby achieving the effect of enhancing physical strength and reducing injury.

The same is true for bones, joints, tendons, ligaments, etc., following this exercise mechanism within a certain bearable range.

And testosterone, as the most active male hormone, is the important mastermind behind super-repair.

The "Lone Wolf" effect allows the body to secrete a higher concentration of testosterone than ordinary people during exercise.

Thereby stimulating muscle and bone growth and strengthening, continuously increasing muscle dimensions and increasing bone density.

This means that the same amount of training will have several times the effect.

The amount of dietary intake required by the human body will naturally increase accordingly.

Such an enhancement effect looks a bit crooked…

In fact, it can really be regarded as a divine skill to over-reward yourself!

Fang Cheng gnawed on the chicken leg meat, his attention all on the panel.

Clicking into the character attribute bar, dense prompt messages instantly appeared in front of him.

After practical verification yesterday and today, dozens of related messages were screened out from them.

It can be seen that after each squat exercise increases 1 point of experience.

Next, whether you continue to exercise or work, the frequency of information appearing for every 0.001 point increase in the Constitution and Strength attributes will become abnormally high.

The Agility attribute performs relatively normally, but there is also a relatively obvious and considerable increase.

This effect can last for about 2 hours, showing a gradual decline trend.

It is simply equivalent to some fitness fanatics, desperately injecting themselves with large doses of testosterone continuously.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng is using a skill, which is within the body's tolerable range, and the negative effects are reduced a lot.

At most, the body will have some heat, feel the blood flow accelerating, and occasionally have nosebleeds.

"It's okay…"

Fang Cheng chewed on the chicken bones and silently comforted himself:

"As long as my physique is strong enough, this side effect can be completely ignored."

After cleaning up the three empty lunch boxes, Fang Cheng walked out of the locker room and threw the packaging bags into the classified trash can next to the corner.

Turning around and looking at the training hall, he found the figures of several professional boxers who had always been very diligent.

They seemed to have not eaten lunch and were still insisting on doing anaerobic strength training such as weighted squats and lifting barbell plates.

Fang Cheng's heart warmed, and he couldn't help but think of the training plan he had made.

Since the "Squat" skill has been strengthened and has become a veritable "gasoline engine".

It would be a pity if it was not used well.

"It seems I have to increase the intensity too!"

Fang Cheng muttered in his heart, turned around and walked towards the locker room.

Next, he was going to prepare to challenge more difficult action options.