Getting stronger and stronger starting from Marvel.

Chapter 4 Purple Cloud Divine Skill

Inside the Mains Fitness Club, after two hours of learning about the facilities, Bai Ye directly spent $10,000 to purchase a full year's fitness package.

This includes top-tier membership benefits, a private lounge, and complimentary massages and personal trainer sessions, though the content of the sessions is determined by Bai Ye himself.

"You mean I don't need to supervise your workouts or create a training plan for each stage; I just need to check if your form is correct?"

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

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a requirement in all his years as a coach.

"That's right, you just need to correct me when my posture is incorrect or poses a safety hazard," Bai Ye said bluntly.

As for a training plan, there's no need for one. Just train until you're dead, pushing the pressure to the limit in every training session.

Anyway, the instructions clearly state that whether it is a long-term injury or a hidden injury, it can be recovered on its own as long as the constitution reaches 1.5.

All you need to do is reach the minimum requirement of 1.5 in physical fitness before you paralyze your body.

"If all else fails, just let Deep Blue add the points." Bai Ye looked at his remaining 0.4 attribute points. If he really became paralyzed from training, he could simply use the attribute panel to add the points without any problem.

"Anyway, the money has already been paid. If you don't agree, I'll just apply to change coaches or get a refund and go to a different gym," Bai Ye threatened directly. In this capitalist country like the United States, money can buy you a coach.

"You... fine," Smith said helplessly, "So when do you plan to start training?"

"Time waits for no one, now is the time." Bai Ye's gaze fell on a row of dumbbells of different weights displayed in the gym: "Let's start with a 20kg one to try it out."

"Then you can start, I'll watch from the side," Smith said casually. At this moment, he already regarded Bai Ye as the kind of rich second-generation who was only enthusiastic about things for a short time and was foolish and rich.

"Anyway, with me watching over things, I can warn you if there's any danger. Nothing should go wrong, right?" Smith thought to himself.

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

Upon hearing Smith's words, Bai Ye, thinking something was wrong, struggled to complete the last crunch, then lay sprawled on the ground like a dried-out salted fish, feeling her abdominal muscles burning hot.

After catching his breath, he said, "Why did you tell me to stop? I've been training exactly as you taught me, so there shouldn't be any problems with my movements."

"It's not a problem with your movements; your form is already perfect. But the intensity of your training is just too much. If you continue like this, I'm worried you'll develop rhabdomyolysis." Smith's face was full of concern; he was genuinely afraid.

In the past hour, Bai Ye tried six or seven different training exercises, including dumbbells, squats, push-ups, barbells, and crunches. He trained each one with the intention of pushing himself to the point of exhaustion.

That desperate, almost obsessive, attitude was truly insane, especially the last few movements of each training exercise. The way Bai Ye endured the pain yet persevered during his training was terrifying.

It even gave him, who was watching over Bai Ye, the illusion that Bai Ye's soul might leave his body at any moment.

If he was laughing at this half hour ago, now he's genuinely afraid that this young man will become the first customer to die at his hands.

Hearing the coach say that his movements were fine, Bai Ye frowned slightly in dissatisfaction. The training was abruptly interrupted, and he felt that the training effect of the crunches he had just done was at least 40% lost.

Bai Ye, who had just recovered somewhat, immediately lay down and continued doing the crunches she hadn't finished earlier, while Smith could only sigh helplessly to the side.

Bai Ye's training lasted for another two hours, during which he still gave his all in every training session.

However, the continuous depletion of his physical strength led him to train less and less, which in turn lengthened the rest interval between two training sessions.

Two hours later, after Bai Ye had exhausted almost all the strength in every muscle in his body except for Niu Zi, he collapsed onto the yoga mat like a burnt-out white ash.

This feeling of weakness and near death is so intense that even a thousand-year-old zombie king could have a wisp of yang energy sucked away if he jumped past Bai Ye.

"That's enough for today... Let's continue tomorrow!" Bai Ye said with difficulty.

"Alright, alright, I'll carry you to get a massage to relax your muscles." Seeing that Bai Ye had finally stopped, Smith breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Continue tomorrow? With your current physical condition, you'll be lucky if you can even get up tomorrow. Be careful you don't wake up tomorrow with blood in your urine."

But what only Bai Ye could see were the achievements he had painstakingly created, one by one, on his description page, with the last record proving his efforts.

Description section:

You completed one bodyweight squat with a total of 54 repetitions...

Repeat 9 times to increase maximum strength by 0.1.

Repeat 7 times to increase maximum constitution by 0.1.

Repeating this 2 times will increase your maximum mental strength by 0.1.

Seeing that the three-dimensional limits only needed to be increased by a single digit, Bai Ye, who had no stamina left, could only wait until tomorrow to train again.

After a difficult bath and massage, Bai Ye was helped back to her front door by Smith. Seeing Bai Ye's unsteady stance, Smith finally asked, "Are you sure you really don't want to go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

"No need, you can go home now. See you tomorrow." Bai Ye leaned against the wall with his right hand, then turned his back to Smith, slowly walked into the room, and quietly closed the door.

"I may not be able to do physical training, but I can train my mental will. I've promised myself I'd stay up for 25 hours straight, and tonight I won't sleep until the moon does!"

Bai Ye made this decision, then sat in front of the computer, pressed the power button, and waited for the computer to start up. He then prepared to search online for some health-preserving martial arts like Tai Chi, hoping to squeeze out every bit of potential from his body.

"No..." While searching, Bai Ye suddenly had a flash of inspiration, immediately stopped what he was doing, and instead opened the All-Heavens Communication Group, which had been blocked and ignored before.

At this moment, Bai Ye was still blocked from sending messages in the chat group, but that wasn't his goal.

On the file panel, Bai Ye saw hundreds of files with different contents piled up together.

Bai Ye casually clicked on one, and the download was completed in the next second, ready to be viewed at any time.

Indeed, being unable to send messages does not necessarily mean being unable to receive files.

After confirming his guess, Bai Ye suppressed his increasingly rapid heartbeat and began searching through the group files.

A minute later, Bai Ye's eyes lit up because he saw a file in the group's files.

Purple Cloud Divine Skill

Uploaded by: Gentleman Sword!

(End of this chapter)