Inside Mains Fitness Club, after two hours of looking around, Bai Ye spent ten thousand dollars to sign up for a full year of fitness packages.
This included the highest level of membership, a private lounge, and free massage and personal trainer guidance, though Bai Ye would be the one to determine the guidance content.
"You mean, you don't need me to supervise your workouts, nor do you need me to create training plans for each stage? You only want me to check if your form is standard during each exercise?"
Inside the club, a coach in his thirties, William Smith, whose body was covered in large muscles, stared at the handsome, determined young man in front of him.
He'd never seen such a request in all his years as a coach.
"That's right. Just correct me when my form isn't standard, or when there are safety hazards," Bai Ye said directly.
As for training plans, he didn't need them at all. He would train as hard as he could, pushing every exercise to its maximum pressure.
The description clearly stated that both long-term damage and internal injuries could be self-recovered as long as his physique reached 1.5.
That just means I need to get my physique to a minimum of 1.5 before I cripple myself.
If it doesn't work, I'll have Deep Blue add some points. Bai Ye looked at the 0.4 attribute points he still had to use. If he really crippled himself during training, he could just use the attribute panel to add points. It wouldn't be a problem at all.
"I've already paid the money. If you don't agree, I'll just ask to switch coaches or get a refund and go to another gym." Bai Ye threatened directly. In this capitalist country of America, there was no shortage of coaches if you had money.
"You... Fine." Smith helplessly conceded, "So, when are you planning to start training?"
"Time waits for no one. Of course, it's now." Bai Ye's gaze fell on a row of dumbbells of different weights in the gym. "Let's start with a 20kg one to test the waters."
"Then start. I'll watch from the side." Smith said casually. At this moment, he already considered Bai Ye as one of those rich second-generation kids who had a three-minute attention span and was rich but stupid.
Anyway, I'll be watching from the side. I'll remind him if there's any danger. Nothing should happen. Smith thought to himself.
But an hour later, he nervously said from the side, "Wait a moment, stop and rest for a while."
Hearing Smith's words, Bai Ye, who had thought something was wrong, struggled to finish the last sit-up. Then, like a dried salted fish, he sprawled on the ground, feeling his abdominal muscles burning.
After gasping for breath, he said, "Why did you make me stop? I followed the posture you taught me perfectly, so there shouldn't be any problems with the movements."
"It's not the movements. Your posture is already very standard, but the intensity of your training is too high. If you continue like this, I'm worried you'll develop rhabdomyolysis," Smith said with a worried expression; he was genuinely scared.
In just the past hour, Bai Ye had tried six or seven different training exercises, including dumbbells, squats, push-ups, barbells, and sit-ups. Each time, he pushed himself to the absolute limit, as if he were trying to train himself to death.
That desperate attitude was simply too insane, especially the last few repetitions of each exercise. The painful but persistent look on Bai Ye's face during training was terrifying.
It even gave him, who was watching from the side, the illusion that Bai Ye's soul might leave his body at any moment.
If half an hour ago he was watching for fun, now he was truly afraid that this young man would be the first client to die in his hands.
Hearing the coach say that his movements were fine, Bai Ye frowned slightly, dissatisfied. His training had been forcibly interrupted, and he felt that he had lost at least 40% of the training effect from the sit-ups.
Bai Ye, who had just recovered a bit, immediately got back down and continued the crunches he hadn't finished earlier. William Smith could only sigh helplessly as he watched.
Bai Ye's workout continued for another two hours. Although he still gave it his all for every set of exercises, the constant drain on his stamina meant he could do fewer repetitions each time. Consequently, the rest intervals between sets grew longer.
After two hours, Bai Ye had wrung every ounce of strength from almost every muscle in his body, save for one area, and collapsed onto the yoga mat like a burnt-out husk.
This feeling of weakness and near-death was so profound that even a thousand-year-old zombie king passing by could have a wisp of their yang energy sucked away.
"That's... enough... for today... Tomorrow... we continue!" Bai Ye said with difficulty.
"Alright, alright, I'll carry you over for a massage to relax your muscles." Seeing that Bai Ye had finally stopped, Smith breathed a sigh of relief, muttering to himself, 'Continue tomorrow, huh? With your current condition, it's a miracle if you can even get up tomorrow. Watch out, you might pee blood when you wake up.'
But visible only to Bai Ye, his achievement log was updating, one entry at a time, documenting his hard work. The final entry proved his efforts were paying off.
Achievement Log: You completed a bodyweight squat session with a total of 54 repetitions...
Repeat 9 times to increase strength cap by 0.1.
Repeat 7 times to increase physique cap by 0.1.
Repeat 2 times to increase spirit cap by 0.1.
Looking at the three attribute caps that could be raised with just single-digit repetitions, and with his stamina completely depleted, Bai Ye could only postpone training until tomorrow.
After a difficult shower and massage, William Smith helped Bai Ye back to his doorstep. Seeing Bai Ye struggling to stand, Smith finally asked, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
"No need. You can go home now. See you tomorrow," Bai Ye said, using his right hand to lean against the wall. He then turned his back to Smith and slowly walked into the room, gently closing the door behind him.
I can't train physically, but I can train my mental willpower. I promised to stay up for 25 hours straight, and I won't sleep until the moon does!
Bai Ye decided this, and sat down in front of his computer, pressing the power button. After the computer started, he planned to search the internet for some health-preserving martial arts, such as Tai Chi, to try and squeeze out every bit of potential from his body.
Wait... Bai Ye suddenly had a flash of inspiration while searching, immediately stopping what he was doing, and instead opened the All Heavens Exchange Group, which he had previously blocked and therefore ignored.
Within the chat group, Bai Ye was still blocked and unable to send messages, but that wasn't his goal anyway.
In the file section, Bai Ye saw a stack of more than a hundred different files.
Bai Ye casually clicked on one, and the next second, it showed that the download was complete and ready to view.
As expected, not being able to send messages did not mean he couldn't receive files.
After confirming his guess, Bai Ye, trying to control his suddenly quickening heartbeat, began searching through the group files.
A minute later, Bai Ye's eyes lit up because he saw a file in the chat group's group files.
"Purple Mist Divine Skill"
(End of this chapter)