The blue liquid was slowly injected into Gao Zhengyang's veins.
Tong Sheng asked with concern, "How is it? What does it feel like? "
Tong Sheng's house was right next to the gym. When he heard that Gao Zhengyang was coming, he eagerly ran over to watch the fun. After Gao Zhengyang injected the growth hormone, he couldn't wait to know the effect.
Zhao An laughed and said, "This is growth hormone, not some elixir or elixir. It will take effect on the spot."
Tong Sheng was a little disappointed. He still wanted to see the effect. If it was good, he wanted to have a few to improve his body.
Understanding Tong Sheng's thoughts, Zhao An explained, "The hormones provided by growth hormones can be secreted by most people's bodies or ingested through food. However, the efficiency was too low to meet the needs of the athletes. Growth hormones are synthesized artificially to meet the needs of athletes' bodies. "
He said to Tong Sheng, "Injecting growth hormone requires a large amount of exercise to stimulate the body and absorb as much as possible. If you don't exercise enough, you'll have an excess of growth hormone, which in turn inhibits the body's own functions and causes great harm to the human body. "
Tong Sheng understood and said with a bitter face, "That means it's useless to me."
"Yes."
Zhao Fang said, "If you want to have a good body, train here for two months and lose at least forty kilograms."
Tong Sheng shook his head repeatedly. "I'll just follow the fitness instructor downstairs to lose weight. I just don't want to. It's too tiring. "
"Haha, that's not up to you."
Zhao Fang laughed. "Your dad said that after you're done with your college entrance examination, you'll be locked in the club for hellish training. If your weight doesn't drop below 140, don't even think about going out to play. "
Tong Sheng scowled miserably. This was like a bolt from the blue. He had endured in high school for three years, and he was just waiting for the college entrance examination to go out and have fun. He asked tentatively, "Uncle Zhao, you said 140 kilograms, right …"
Zhao Fang smiled without saying a word. The boss had made up his mind to teach his fat son a lesson. He would not be soft-hearted. Tong Sheng's looks were very ordinary, and he was as fat as a ball. He really needed to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to find a girlfriend when he went to university.
Zhao Fangzhuan then said to Gao Zhengyang, "After the growth hormone injection, high-intensity exercise is the most suitable. There are a lot of strength training machines here. You can do one round of them now … "
Gao Zhengyang nodded and got up to get on the machine. Zhao Fang was quite concerned about this Junior Brother of his. He personally followed him and taught Gao Zhengyang how to use the equipment.
Fighting was different from bodybuilding. Bodybuilding was about exaggerating one's muscles as much as possible and emphasizing the lines of one's muscles.
Combat also required strong muscle strength, but the muscles could not be too exaggerated. Instead, they had to be as coordinated and flexible as possible. Balance your strength and agility.
The training equipment in the club was similar to that in a normal gym, but there were many differences in the training methods. In addition, there was a long combat rope and an oxygen-resistant mask, which only professional athletes needed.
After recuperating for a few days, Gao Zhengyang's body had reached an extremely good state. But after sitting down in a circle of machines, not a single drop of sweat appeared on his body.
When ordinary people trained, they would at most be at the muscle level. Professional athletes, through special training methods and the help of drugs, could reshape their muscles and bones, strengthen their lungs, hearts, and other organs, reaching a level far beyond that of ordinary people.
When Gao Zhengyang practiced Taiji Fist in the past, he had trained his fist strength into his bones. When he transmigrated back, he brought with him cultivation experience, a strong divine sense, and a strong spirit, which allowed him to completely control his body.
Now that he was practicing a complete set of Taiji Fist, every muscle in his body was moving, and the force seeped into the depths of his organs. His Qi and blood surged vigorously, cleansing his entire body. This was the real exercise of force.
In terms of the amount of exercise, it was much higher than this equipment.
To put it simply, other people looked muscular and tall, but it was difficult to train the small muscles in their bodies. They did not have effective ways to improve their muscles, Qi, blood, and organs.
Gao Zhengyang's body looked ordinary, but he was strong both inside and out. This created a fundamental gap between him and ordinary athletes.
When Gao Zhengyang trained, it was the time when the club was the most crowded. Head Coach Zhao Fang accompanied him, which made him attract everyone's attention.
They saw that Gao Zhengyang did a circle of high-intensity equipment, but he did not sweat at all. Many people's eyes widened.
What was going on? Could it be that this guy was making fake equipment?
There were a few contracted boxers in the Flying Dragon Club. They were all 21 or 22 years old, at the peak of their physical condition. They might not be skilled enough, but their stamina was at its peak. Whether it was endurance, explosive force, or absolute strength, they were stronger than the three coaches.
The competition between boxers was cruel, and they were jealous of Zhao Fang's enthusiasm toward Gao Zhengyang. Originally, they wanted to go up and compete. However, Gao Zhengyang just made a circle of equipment, and this group of people was a little stunned.
The more experienced they were, the more they understood how powerful Gao Zhengyang was.
Zhao Fang was also surprised. Before the exercise, he weighed Gao Zhengyang, and he was only 135 kilograms. For someone of Gao Zhengyang's height, his weight could be considered thin.
Normally, a person's weight had to reach 80 kilograms to have enough strength. However, Gao Zhengyang's performance had completely reached the level of 90 kilograms.
Zhao Fang knew that there were many ways to train small muscles in martial arts, which could coordinate the strength of various muscle groups in the body, to produce greater strength. However, Gao Zhengyang's performance was still extremely exaggerated.
After witnessing Gao Zhengyang's strength, Zhao Fang completely understood why he was able to defeat Xu Cheng with a single kick. Although Xu Cheng's weight was much higher than Gao Zhengyang's, their actual strength was the opposite.
Gao Zhengyang's strength was like a bug in the same weight class.
Furthermore, Gao Zhengyang was especially agile, flexible, and coordinated. Even if he had a weakness in fighting techniques, he could easily defeat opponents of the same level with his terrifying strength advantage.
Zhao Fang felt that if Gao Zhengyang trained his fighting techniques seriously, it would not be a delusion for him to win an international championship belt.
Zhao Fang became even more enthusiastic when he thought of this. He attentively handed Gao Zhengyang a cup of creatine drink and said, "Junior Brother, your strength and endurance are amazing. If you go out and fight, I can't guarantee that no one in the Federation can match you. "
Gao Zhengyang gulped down the drink and shook his head, "I'm going to prepare for my college entrance exam, I don't want to do this anymore."
Zhao Fang said in a pitiful tone, "Junior Brother, you're so talented, and you've trained so hard, but you're hiding it instead of using it. It's such a waste."
He was afraid that Gao Zhengyang did not understand, thus he patiently explained, "Fighting is a cruel industry, but it's the best stage for the strong.
Not only will you gain glory, but you'll also be paid handsomely. Take domestic competitions for example, a championship belt from an unknown competition would cost you a hundred thousand. If it's a challenge tournament with a bigger reputation, it could be anywhere from a few hundred thousand to a few million. "
Zhao Fang looked at Gao Zhengyang and said in a serious tone, "With your skills, you'll be able to earn at least a million a year with some training. Once you're famous, you'll be able to earn a lot of money with advertising contracts! "
"I know it's a lot of money."
Gao Zhengyang said, "But I'm not interested in being a professional fighter."
"Uhh …"
Zhao Fang suddenly realized that his Junior Brother's words were quite harsh. However, considering his age, it was not strange for him to say something like that.
Zhao Fang could understand, so he advised, "Don't be in such a hurry to reject him, no one can tell what's going to happen in the future."
Gao Zhengyang nodded. Although he would not change his mind, there was no need for him to be stubborn.
Tong Sheng had been watching for a long time, and finally found a chance to interrupt, "Gao Zhengyang, try squats, deadlifts, and bench presses!"
In the gym, men loved to compare these numbers. Tong Sheng saw that Zhao Fang admired Gao Zhengyang so much, but he did not know how strong Gao Zhengyang was, so he wanted to see Gao Zhengyang's numbers.
Zhao Fang's expression darkened, "Squats and bench presses? What's the use of those numbers? Fighting isn't weightlifting, and it's not a competition between Hercules! "
Squats completely relied on the strength of the waist, lower limbs, and waist, which put a lot of pressure on the spine and lower limbs. Bench presses were specifically used to train the pectoral muscles. Boxers did not need to exert any force from their pectoral muscles when they threw punches.
Zhao Fang especially looked down on bodybuilders. Purely training muscles did not meet the needs of the human body, nor was it the right direction for human evolution.
Strictly speaking, it was the deformed aesthetic of muscles in modern people that created bodybuilders who purely pursued muscle lines. Of course, it was also difficult to build beautiful muscle lines.
However, for fighters, they should never pursue muscle lines that were only for visual stimulation.
Tong Sheng felt wronged by the scolding, but he did not dare to say anything.
At this time, Xu Cheng came over with two young men. He greeted Zhao Fang with a smile.
"Boss, don't be angry, Young Master Tong doesn't know how to fight."
Xu Cheng added, "Bench presses are useless, but squats are an important way to train the lower limbs."
Zhao Fang gave Xu Cheng a warning glance, but did not say anything.
Xu Cheng turned his head and pretended not to see Zhao Fang's gaze. He said to Gao Zhengyang, "You're quite strong, why don't you try squats?"
Gao Zhengyang smiled at Xu Cheng, "What's there to be afraid of?"
Xu Cheng's face heated up from Gao Zhengyang's smile. He had been instantly defeated by Gao Zhengyang twice, which made him fear Gao Zhengyang. This fear stimulated him to think of a way to defeat Gao Zhengyang, to break the shadow in his heart.
Xu Cheng did not dare to look Gao Zhengyang in the eyes. He pulled a tall young man over and said, "This is Wang Hong, he wants to compete in squats with you."
Zhao Fang frowned. Wang Hong specialized in standing combat, proficient in Muay Thai, mixed martial arts, and even knew some wrestling techniques. His level was average, but his lower limbs were strong. His squat figure was close to 300kg.
For his weight class, his squat figure was top-notch. However, this would not help him win the battle. His lower limbs were a little stiff, causing his steps and reactions to slow down. He did not even dare to use high whip kicks.
It was shameless of Xu Cheng to bring Wang Hong to compete in squats. However, Zhao Fang did not say anything. He wanted to see how Gao Zhengyang would deal with it. After all, this was just a small matter. No matter where he went, Gao Zhengyang would encounter similar problems.
Zhao Fang felt that someone as prideful as Gao Zhengyang would accept the challenge. If that was the case, he wanted to let Gao Zhengyang know that there were too many talents in the world. Even if he was talented, he could not be too prideful.
As expected, Gao Zhengyang agreed, "You want to compete in squats? Sure, you can go first."
Seeing that Gao Zhengyang agreed, Xu Cheng, Wang Hong, and the rest were overjoyed. Tong Sheng felt that there was a show to watch, so he was also excited.
The group came to the squat area and Wang Hong directly increased the weight to 300kg.
At this moment, everyone in the club heard the news and gathered around. Seeing that Wang Hong had chosen 300kg, a commotion broke out in the surroundings.
To Wang Hong, this was the limit.
Wang Hong had already finished his warm-up. With the help of two people beside him, he did a free squat before standing up again.
Throughout the process, Wang Hong's movements were perfect, but it was not easy.
Everyone knew how difficult it was to squat, so they all applauded.
Gao Zhengyang said to Xu Cheng, "Add another 20kg."
Xu Cheng was stunned. Everyone around him was also stunned. They all thought that they had heard wrong.
For someone like Wang Hong, squatting three times his own weight was already the highest standard. Gao Zhengyang was less than 70kg, but he had to carry 320kg!
The people standing here were at least at the semi-professional level. They knew what this weight meant.
After Xu Cheng recovered from his shock, he immediately increased the weight on the barbell and stood there waiting.
Everyone else also widened their eyes. They wanted to see how this skinny youth was going to carry a weight five times his own weight!
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