The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Strength training ended at 11:00 AM.

Dong Yangping unloaded all his burdens and walked to the open space in the center of the room.

Next is reaction training.

He didn't use any equipment—because the existing reaction training equipment was too slow for him.

Dongyang Ping closed his eyes and began to imagine.

Imagine dozens of enemies attacking from all directions, some with fists, some with legs, some with knives, and some with guns.

He mentally visualized the trajectory, speed, and angle of each attack.

Then, the body began to move.

It wasn't about making large-scale dodges, but rather subtle adjustments down to the millimeter level—turning your head to dodge an imagined straight punch, twisting your waist to avoid a sweeping kick, raising your hand to block a slash, and crouching to evade bullets.

The movements became faster and faster.

At first, his figure could still be seen clearly, but gradually, only a blur remained.

The air was stirred up, producing a whistling sound.

If anyone were in the room at that moment, they would witness a bizarre scene—a burly man dancing alone in an open space, moving so fast that he created multiple afterimages, as if he were fighting an invisible enemy.

In fact, Dongyang Ping was indeed "at war".

He was fighting against an opponent he imagined to be the ultimate adversary.

That opponent possessed equal strength, speed, reflexes, and even combat intelligence.

Only in this way can his true potential be brought out.

Half an hour later, Dongyang Ping stopped.

He was soaked in sweat, his training clothes clinging to his body and outlining his exaggerated muscles.

But his eyes were bright, and although his breathing was rapid, it remained steady.

"Not enough."

"Reaction speed can be even faster, and dodging angles can be further optimized!"

This is Dong Yangping's training method—constantly finding one's own limits and then breaking through them.

As an adult, he repeated this process every day.

As a result, his body has surpassed the known physiological limits of humankind.

A casual strike carries the force of tons.

It can explode to tens of tons, but as for a full-power explosion, it has never exploded at full power before.

Such a physique would be top-tier in any fighting manga.

But that's not enough in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Far from enough.

Because what's here isn't just physical attacks, but also spells, techniques, domain expansions... abilities that completely defy the laws of physics.

Dongyang Ping needs to find a way to deal with this.

The first step is to hone your physical body to its absolute limit.

The food arrived at noon.

It wasn't a bento box or takeout; it was an entire refrigerated truckload of ingredients.

Tanaka directed the workers to carry the insulated boxes into the room, where they quickly piled up into a small mountain in the corner.

"Young master, as per your request: 50 kilograms of beef, 30 kilograms of chicken, 20 kilograms of pork, 200 eggs, 40 kilograms of vegetables, 30 kilograms of fruit and cakes, 5 liters of high-protein nutritional supplements, and various vitamin and mineral supplements."

"Most of them have already been prepared into dishes and can be eaten directly."

Dong Yangping nodded, indicating that the others could leave.

After everyone left, he opened the insulated box and began to eat.

It's not about an elegant meal, but about a highly efficient energy boost.

He first picked up a three-kilogram steak—it was already medium-rare, with a caramelized surface and a pink interior.

No knife or fork was used; it was done directly with the hands.

Tear, chew, swallow.

The pace is not fast, but extremely consistent. Each bite is thoroughly chewed to ensure maximum digestive efficiency.

The steak was finished in one minute.

Next up are chicken dishes—boiled, stir-fried, deep-fried, pan-fried—which now require a lot of protein.

Five kilograms of chicken, two minutes.

Then comes a bowl of vegetable salad, drizzled with a special high-calorie sauce.

Cut the fruit into pieces and put them directly into your mouth.

Boil the eggs, peel them, and eat them one bite at a time.

There are also plenty of high-energy foods, sugar, chocolate, cakes...

The entire process lasted forty minutes.

During this time, Dong Yangping did not stop or drink water—his body can regulate its water balance on its own during digestion.

Finally, he drank two liters of specially made high-protein nutritional liquid.

This liquid is milky white and viscous like porridge, with each sip containing over 500 calories and a large amount of protein.

When he put down the cup, all the food had been eaten.

The total intake exceeds the weekly calorie requirement of an adult.

But for Dong Yangping, this was just lunch—and only the basic amount to maintain his daily training.

He needs to consume more after a major battle or on a day of intense training.

The most outrageous time was when he was eighteen years old. After a training session that pushed him to his limits, he ate a whole cow—no exaggeration, it really was a whole cow, weighing 400 kilograms.

That meal took six hours.

After eating, his body fully recovered within 24 hours, and even became stronger.

This is how his body works: it devours food and transforms it into physical power.

There is no upper limit, only the question of whether the supply is sufficient.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Dong Yangping had just finished cleaning up the "battlefield" after the meal when he heard footsteps outside the door.

It wasn't Tanaka; he recognized the footsteps—

What is it?

There was a knock on the door. Dong Yangping opened the door and saw Shen Er standing outside, holding an old backpack.

"I forgot to take something."

She spoke briefly, but her gaze went past Dong Yangping's shoulder and toward the corner of the courtyard.

He saw the empty insulated boxes piled up in the corner, the specially made barbell plates in the training area, and the sweat stains on Dong Yangping's body that were not yet completely dry.

I also noticed a little bit of sauce left on Dongyang Ping's lips.

"Are you training?" Shen asked.

"Just finished." Dong Yangping stepped aside to let him in. "How's Huihui doing?"

"He's been hospitalized."

Shen Er walked into the room, looked around, and lingered for a long time on the special alloy instruments: "The doctor said I need to be observed for a week to develop a detailed treatment plan. I came back to get some things I forgot."

Sheldon paused, then added, "Thank you. I'll pay for the medical expenses."

"No rush."

Dongyang Ping waved his hand: "Take care of Sister Huihui first. We'll talk about the money later."

Shen Er nodded and walked into the inner room—that was the main house for him and Huihui, which was separated from Dong Yangping's rented area, but had an internal passage.

A few minutes later, he came out carrying a packed suitcase.

But their steps stopped.

Shen'er's gaze fell on the empty incubators, then she looked at Dong Yangping, and for the first time, a clear expression of surprise appeared on her face.

"Did you eat all of this by yourself?"

Dongyang readily admitted, "Lunch."

Shen Er remained silent for a few seconds.

"all?"

"all."

Shen Er walked over to the insulated boxes, opened one of them and looked inside—it was empty, even the sauce had been licked clean.

He looked at the other boxes, and they were all the same.

"How much?" he asked.

"Probably several tens of kilograms, I didn't count them exactly."

Dong Yangping estimated, "Not many, the training intensity today was average."

"..."

Shen Er's eyes were complicated.

He put down the box, walked to the training area, and picked up a dumbbell plate.

The 500-kilogram weight was like an ordinary block of iron in his hands, which he lifted with ease.

But he wasn't concerned with the weight; he was concerned with the equipment itself.

"Specially made?"

"Yeah, the regular instruments are too light," Dong Yangping said. "You can't feel anything when you use them."

Shen Er put down the dumbbell plates, turned around, and looked at Dong Yangping seriously.

"You eat so much, how can your stomach hold it all???"

"I'd like to ask you something," Dongyangping said, sitting down on the tatami mat and gesturing for Shen'er to sit as well. "How much do you eat?"

Shen Er paused for a moment: "A normal person's amount. Three meals a day."

"Really?"

Dong Yangping opened his eyes wide: "How can you have the strength after eating so little?"

If you don't train or take action, that's fine; you can still maintain it...

But the battle you fought with me yesterday, that kind of intense battle, consumed an astronomical amount of energy.

"Where will your energy come from if you don't eat so much?"

This is something he has never been able to understand.

According to the law of conservation of energy, even the strength, speed, and endurance that it exhibits must require a huge supply of energy.

But Shen Er only eats the amount of food that a normal person would eat.

This unscientific.