Wang Zhou soaked in the light green Body Hardening Potion brand bath water. His heart was pounding.
At first, he didn't feel anything strange. He couldn't help but gradually relax.
After a while, his skin began to itch. The itch symptoms became more and more severe and gradually turned into pain. The pain became more and more intense.
Wang Zhou frowned.
A burst of intense pain hit his nerves.
It was like his muscles were spasming and his bones were out of place. It was different from a hunter's. A hunter's life level had been sublimated. Every time Tang Yu soaked in the potion, it was like enjoying a massage.
Wang Zhou was just an ordinary person. Even if he used a weakened version of the potion, it wouldn't be life-threatening and wouldn't leave any sequelae. But the body tempering experience was very bad.
As time went by, the pain continued to escalate.
Finally …
Wang Zhou couldn't help but cry out, "Uh … ah … ah …"
His friend outside was still wondering why Wang Zhou looked like he was going to die. But now he heard a burst of screams coming from the bathroom.
It was really sad to hear.
He hesitated and knocked on the bathroom door, "Old Wang, I'll go in and pull you out?"
"Don't … ah!"
The survivor outside had a strange expression.
Although it was a scream, the more he listened, the more he felt like he was in ecstasy. He couldn't help but want to go in and see.
… …
Half an hour later, Wang Zhou was shirtless, looking at the mirror in the room with an excited face.
"Old Zhao, what do you think this is? Muscles, muscles! " Wang Zhou pointed at his belly. His original small belly had shrunk a lot. Instead, he could faintly see the outline of his muscles, "I can't believe I, Wang Zhou, can train muscles one day. And if this trend continues, an eight-pack won't be a dream."
He couldn't help but have a good dream and turned around a few times in the mirror.
Old Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, "Did you train like this? Where's your shame? "
Wang Zhou smiled, reached out and brushed his bangs with a smug look, "Just say it if you're jealous. It's nothing. And I don't just have muscles."
He spread his legs apart, got into a horse stance, and threw a few punches with a serious face.
Although … Wang Zhou's movements were very clumsy and his punches gave people a very funny feeling, Old Zhao could still feel the surging power and could not help but be envious.
Wang Zhou patted Old Zhao's shoulder. The sudden increase in strength almost knocked Old Zhao to the ground.
He laughed dryly, "What? Don't be discouraged, Old Zhao. I think this kind of body-refining potion will be launched by the shelter soon. At that time, eight-pack abs will no longer be a dream."
…
After Tang Yu finished his work, he came to the training camp to train. Now the daily training has become a daily compulsory subject.
First, two hours of physical training in the gravity room, then an hour of fighting with demonic beasts in the spiritual space. Occasionally, he would fight in the Lord's Exclusive Mode.
Now, in Exclusive Mode, he had successfully passed through the first scene and entered the second scene. From the forest environment to the volcano environment … the only similarity between the two scenes was that Great Lord Tang had experienced death, death, death, death, death, death, death.
Being killed by a demonic beast, falling into the magma and dying was just the most normal way to die.
Being smashed to death by meteorites falling from the sky, or being suffocated to death by poisonous smoke, these were just slightly strange ways to die.
There were also cases of being sat on by a mountain-like demonic beast and being chased into a cave, only to find the cave entrance was the mouth of a large demonic beast.
Tang Yu didn't know what he had experienced. He couldn't tell how much his combat experience had increased, but his nerves must have become bigger.
At this time, he was sweating in the gravity room when he received a notice from the outside – Wang Zhou had arrived at the training camp.
This was the first time Wang Zhou walked into the training camp. In the past, as a grass-roots manager, although he had the authority to enter the first and second floor for free, Wang Zhou felt that this kind of place didn't suit him.
In the end, he passed by the training camp many times but didn't enter.
This time, Leader Tang specifically asked him to come here to test the data after soaking in the body tempering potion.
Wang Zhou was also a little excited. After growing muscles, he felt like he had endless strength.
"Leader Tang."
He saw Leader Tang and several patrol members walking towards him. He couldn't help but ask, "What test should I do?"
Several patrol members next to him were a little surprised, "Fatty Wang, you actually came to the training camp and want to take a test? Could it be that I'm not awake today? "
Zhao Ming said while squeezing the arm of his companion next to him. In return, he glared at him.
Wang Zhou smiled proudly, pulled off his shirt and pointed to his lower abdomen, "Look, what's this."
"Who doesn't know your beer belly … Oh no, where's your belly?!" Zhao Ming's eyes widened, unable to understand what he saw.
The patrol members became more and more curious. They stopped training and followed closely behind the two.
Soon, Tang Yu came to a "fist strength testing machine". He didn't let Wang Zhou test immediately. Instead, he called two patrol members to demonstrate.
Of the two patrol members, one was a hunter and the other was an ordinary person.
Zhao Ming volunteered to be the first to stand in front of the punching strength testing machine. He took a deep breath and his body was as taut as a bowstring. The strength from his waist was transmitted to his arms through his spine. He swung his right fist and smashed it on the punching target of the testing machine!
"Bang!"
The fist target shook for a while.
Suddenly, a number popped up on the screen of the fist strength testing machine, "886kg!"
Zhao Ming was very satisfied.
It hadn't been long since he joined the patrol team, and his strength had risen to the middle of the First Awakening Stage. At first, his fist strength was only a little more than 500 kilograms. But now, his strength had improved, and after training, he mastered some techniques to exert force. His fist strength suddenly soared to more than 800 kilograms.
"At this rate, my fist strength will break through 1,000 kilograms in a day or two."
The other ordinary person walked to the fist strength testing machine, took a deep breath, his eyes focused, his body instantly tensed, his feet exerted force to his waist, like a tiger out of its cage, he punched out!
"Bang!"
His movements were much more standard than Zhao Ming's. But after all, he was just an ordinary person. The fist target shook a lot less than before.
Soon, a number popped up on the fist strength testing machine, "184kg!"
The big man retracted his fist and just looked at the number with a lonely expression.
After the demonstration, Tang Yu gestured to Wang Zhou, "It's your turn."
Wang Zhou stepped forward step by step, staring at the red heart in the middle of the fist target.
He looked excited.
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