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Chapter 6 Thunder Tiger

"An effective workout."

Chu Wuji pondered these words.

The definition of "effective" is too vague.

Is it effective for him to practice shooting games a couple of times to improve his reaction time?

The system's judgment criteria must be clearly understood.

Opening the panel, Chu Wuji displayed his basic attributes.

[Player: Chu Wuji]

[Level: 10 (Not yet maxed out)]

Experience points: 3310/3400

【property:】

[Premium: 2]

[Qi: 1]

[God: 2]

[Free points: 1]

He is now at level ten, plus an additional two points of the [Spirit] attribute. In terms of physical fitness, Chu Wuji has surpassed the limits of humanity in his previous life in every aspect. Breaking a dozen bricks with a single punch is no problem for him.

It means to break, not to interrupt.

Such physical fitness requires effective training, and the necessary space is far beyond what convenience stores or back alleys can provide.

After a moment's thought, Chu Wuji turned to Gu Zixin, gave her some instructions, took off his employee uniform jacket, and walked out of the convenience store.

There is a perfect place.

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"You damn cowards! When I was your age, I could hold a horse stance all day without even flinching!"

"It's only been a few hours! And you're already here with your posture all wrong, your breathing all distorted. You guys are truly the worst class I've ever taught!"

In the huge courtyard, a man with a towering figure was pacing back and forth.

The man had a head of arrogant short purple hair and wore a dark purple outfit. He walked among a group of students who were in a horse stance, and every now and then he would lift his foot and kick a student's trembling calf.

The person who gets kicked will grunt, sway slightly, and then try to stand up again.

"Oh? You're not bad." The man stopped behind a boy and slapped him with satisfaction.

"Bang!"

The air in the boy's lungs was emptied by the palm strike, and his whole body sank downwards, his face drained of all color.

The man burst into laughter, completely unconcerned, and continued walking towards the next person.

"Master Lei, the young master is looking for you!"

"Huh?" The man turned around, his voice booming, "Tell him to just get in here! How many times have I told him to treat this place like his own home!"

His voice was like a booming bell, reaching Chu Wuji's ears outside the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, the man called Master Lei was already at the entrance.

At this moment, the two stood facing each other.

The man stood in the shadow of the doorway, and with the scattered sunlight, a lightning bolt-shaped scar could be vaguely seen on his brow bone. His eyes were as piercing as an eagle's.

Chu Wuji, at 1.77 meters tall, was already considered tall among his peers, but standing in front of this giant who was over two meters tall, he looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet.

"Uncle Lei".

Lei Hu, the master of the Zidian Niyuan Dojo.

He is also the leader of the "Purple Thunder Gang," an underground force in Yuncheng.

"You still know how to call me Uncle?" Lei Hu chopped down with his hand as soon as they met, but his expression softened considerably when he saw Chu Wuji easily dodge it. "Don't be so polite next time. It's like you're a stranger. It sounds awkward."

"Understood, Uncle." Chu Wuji smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Lei Hu was his father's best friend in this life. After his father passed away, he once wanted to adopt Chu Wuji and Chu Tong, but the Zidian Niyuan Dojo was not doing well at that time, and the sensible brother and sister refused.

Even today, Lei Hu's underlings still call Chu Wuji "Young Master," which shows how much Lei Hu values ​​him.

"You prefer quiet, kid. Why did you come to the temple today?" Lei Hu stepped aside, his huge hand gently pressing on Chu Wuji's shoulder, leading him into the courtyard.

"I'll just consider this a time when I'm feeling restless and want to get some exercise."

"It's about time we made a move." Lei Hu pondered for a moment. "What? You're finally planning to take over my dojo?"

Because of Chu Wuji's high [Spirit] attribute of 2 points, his martial arts talent was valued by Lei Hu from a young age, who urged Chu Wuji to practice martial arts and inherit his dojo.

"Uncle Lei, you know me. If you don't want your dojo to be ruined by me, you'd better take on a formal disciple as soon as possible."

"Hmph." Lei Hu snorted coldly and pushed Chu Wuji out impatiently: "Go practice by yourself and use the blue-painted equipment over there."

Chu Wuji quickly stepped forward, found the equipment marked with blue paint, and picked up a barbell, intending to warm up first.

But as soon as Chu Wuji got his hands on it, he noticed something was wrong—the weight and appearance of the barbell plates didn't match; they were made of heavy alloy!

Uncle Lei is so petty.

But Chu Wuji didn't even think about changing. He simply used all his strength to lift the barbell up and lay down on the bench press rack to start lifting.

Each blue-marked barbell plate weighs 50kg, and with a 20kg empty bar, the starting weight is 120kg.

However, Chu Wuji lifted it with considerable ease.

After finishing one set, he got up without changing his expression and continued to add more films.

Soon, the bolts on both sides of the barbell were filled with barbell plates, but Chu Wuji still appeared relaxed and at ease.

At first, the students practicing horse stance in the academy didn't pay much attention to Chu Wuji's handsome and refined appearance.

But gradually, their attention was drawn to it.

How many tons would that be?

So he was a student at the martial arts academy?

You see, the reason they came here for tutoring was to prepare for the entrance exams for martial arts colleges, so they couldn't resist seeing Chu Wuji lifting weights.

As expected, excessive fitness attracts men, and Chu Wuji felt a little uneasy being stared at by this group of muscular men with buzz cuts.

"What are you looking at! I'm coming to check later. Anyone breathing incorrectly will have to practice for two more hours!"

Lei Hu had somehow appeared beside Chu Wuji, and his sharp shout startled the student back to his original spot.

"You brat, if it weren't for your father's sake, I would really give you a beating if you didn't learn martial arts with such talent."

Lei Hu turned his head and looked at Chu Wuji with a complicated expression, a mixture of relief, regret, and, more than anything, annoyance at Chu's lack of ambition: "You haven't reached your limit yet, have you? Go use the red one over there."

Chu Wuji didn't reply; he also wanted to see where his limits really lay.

It's not that he doesn't want to practice martial arts.

However, the expenses of martial arts training are a bottomless pit. Although Uncle Lei would cover everything for him, he would end up owing favors he could never repay.

More importantly, his younger sister, Chu Tong, possesses superpowers, and he doesn't want his choices to bury her brighter future.

As soon as Chu Wuji reached the red equipment area, his arm suddenly felt heavy.

This red barbell weighs about 2 tons when empty!

Lei Hu waved his hand and, seeing Chu Wuji's performance, began to frantically add more film, eventually reaching about 20 tons.

If the ground hadn't been made with special cement, the barbell alone would have been enough to crack the ground.

After repeatedly lifting it for half an hour, Chu Wuji's breathing became erratic, his face gradually became flushed, and his arms began to tremble.

Seeing that Chu Wuji had reached his limit, Lei Hu grabbed the barbell and easily put it back on the rack.

"If I didn't know your parents, I would have really thought you were a humanoid," Lei Hu said with a strange expression. "Since you're going to do it, go all the way."

Is this kid really human?

Could it be that Old Chu also possessed the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill"? Did he pass on his skills before he died?

A moment later.

Chu Wuji was completely exhausted, his clothes soaked with sweat, and he could only lean against the stool, panting heavily, trying not to collapse immediately after the strenuous exercise.

[3. Complete one effective workout (completed)]

"Does it only count when it reaches the limit...?" Chu Wuji said helplessly.

He looked up and found that Lei Hu had left sometime earlier, leaving only a bottle of mixed energy drink and a small chip the size of a fingernail on the stool next to him.

"This is?"