"This thing is really true. I can't even imagine how Wang Sheng and Karida could research it!"

"Here, the trash can!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Andrei thoughtfully took a trash can and placed it in front of Aung La N Sang, thoughtfully saying: "The two creators named it the fountain of life, but as people who have drank from it, we

He firmly refused to admit it, and gave it a new name, called 'energy poison', which is a poison without poison. We have all tasted this stuff, and just like you, we vomited it after one gulp. No one except Yun could drink the whole bottle!

"

"...Gudu~"

But Aung La N Sang is really a tough-minded hero! He is worthy of the name of Burmese God of War. When he saw the eyes of others looking at the good show and it turned out to be so, he felt a sudden change in his heart. He brewed the thing in his throat several times and swallowed it all in one mouthful.

…

"FUCK!!"

"Oh my god! Did you fucking swallow again?!"

Everyone almost vomited from nausea. People around him, including his two coaches, almost jumped back and kept a distance from him.

Gao Yun laughed: "Okay, the reaction is almost the same as the first time I drank it!"

"water!"

Aung La N Sang couldn't help it anymore and rushed into the bathroom next to him to rinse his mouth...

"Didn't you finish drinking?"

"Try again?"

When he came out, several people started teasing him again. Aung La N Sang waved his hands repeatedly: "Forget it, forget it, I'll just eat two bananas. Do you have any bananas?"

Now Aung La N Sang has given Gao Yun two new labels in his heart: The man with the steel stomach! The master of eating shit!

"Yes, and energy bars."

Shi Lihua tossed him some snacks.

Herman looked at the tablet, lowered his head and said: "In ten minutes, we will conduct a comprehensive training of basic strength, flexibility, agility, and actual combat. It will last one hour. If Aung La N Sang wants to practice, you can also join us.

"

"Oh, I understand."

Aung La N Sang subconsciously looked at Gao Yun and found that Gao Yun had already taken care of the wound. He and Shi Lihua walked into the yoga room. The two of them knelt on the ground side by side, seeming to be engaged in some kind of meditation?

"Thunder and Lightning Sit, a yoga movement that can improve gastrointestinal blood circulation and speed up digestion when combined with specific breathing."

After Andre explained, he said: "If you want to continue training later, you can also give it a try."

This thing sounds quite magical...

While eating, Aung La N Sang asked casually: "How long does Yun's training last a day? Do you have a schedule for me? I thought he just finished training before actually fighting."

Herman said: "It used to be half an hour in the morning, one hour at noon, and three hours in the evening. But he had a lot of things to do today, so he delayed some... and there have been changes in training recently. The new training plan will allow him to train every day.

It takes ten hours to arrive, starting at 6:30 in the morning, three hours of physical fitness, three hours of mma comprehensive training starting at 9 o'clock, three hours of standing and ground skills drills starting at 5 pm, and one hour of actual combat time in the evening. These ten hours

The courses are interspersed and arranged randomly according to his schedule."

"As long as there are no accidents, it will be like this every day. There will be no rest unless there are special circumstances... In addition, the forty minutes of training just now were his warm-up."

Warm-up? The action is a bit of a warm-up. Forty minutes of formal training is a bit too short, but why do I feel that the amount of training is enough?

Is it because I am too tired due to jet lag, or am I suddenly getting a new coach, so I am not used to the unfamiliar training methods... No! Training for ten hours a day without any rest days? Are people made of iron? Are the joints made of titanium alloy?!

!The kidneys can’t bear it either!

Aung La N Sang was doubting his life. He turned to look at the two coaches who were looking at him doubtfully, and his eyes indicated: Did I hear you right?

His two coaches also looked at each other, and then asked.

"Almost all fighting athletes in the world currently train four to six hours a day, six times a week. This should be relatively scientific. Generally, two hours of physical training is enough...ten hours a day.

And isn’t the intensity of training every week without a break too high? Can anyone persist for two weeks?”

The second coach asked more tactfully: "As far as I know, no fighting athlete in the world has adopted this kind of long-duration training method. Is it a tailor-made innovation for you? In addition to high duration, in terms of specific training,

There must be something special about the diet and rest between sets, right?! For example, the drink just now?”

Aung La N Sang raised his glass again and tried to drink all the vomit-like paste, but he couldn't swallow it after holding it in his mouth several times and simply spit it directly into the trash can.

He doesn't believe that this thing can make people endure ten hours of training every day, unless...it contains high technology! But it is impossible. If Gao Yun's team has this technology, can it be mass-produced directly?

You will definitely make a lot of money. If this kind of drug has no side effects, then it is definitely a black technology and a state secret!

Seeing the puzzled expressions of the three people, Herman was also very embarrassed. After thinking about it, he could only say: "External objects did not play a decisive factor. His physical strength recovered quickly. Aung La N Sang, you just fought with him."

Yes, you should understand."

"This is true." Aung La N Sang thought about it and found that Gao Yun's competitive state in those three rounds was very stable and his physical strength basically did not decline. However, the gap between the two was irreparable in terms of physical strength, so he did not care about it at all.

An inconspicuous point.

"But... ten hours of training is still too long. Can you last two weeks?"

Faced with the questioning from the two coaches, Herman impatiently said: "You will know everything when you see our training tomorrow."

Damn it, we gave Clark Joseph Kent his nickname, and you still don’t know what’s going on?
Chapter completed!