Chapter 764: Practice and Accumulation

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Zong Fighting Hall.

As an apprentice who has just learned fighting for half a year, Mark, who comes from a poor family, can only offset part of the tuition by doing odd jobs to pursue his fighting dream.

At this time, he was sweeping the steps in front of the fighting hall with a broom, and suddenly felt a strong wind coming, and his puffy hair fell to one side. He looked up and saw a gorgeous and domineering brown car parked in front of the fighting hall.

A strong man in a suit and sunglasses quickly jumped out of the driver's seat, walked quickly to the co-pilot seat, opened the door, and greeted a young man with noble clothes and outstanding temperament.

Without even confirming, Mark knew that this person was a rich man. At only 13 years old, he didn't have the stubbornness of a teenager. He immediately smiled and went forward to greet him: "Hello, may I ask if you are here..."

"Master Liuxing!" Before he could finish his question, a loud voice came from behind him, and a young man in a martial arts uniform with the word "Lu" printed on it walked out quickly, smiling enthusiastically: "I just received the news that you were coming, and I didn't expect to be here. Welcome to the Lu Zong Martial Arts Hall, please follow me."

"Sorry for the trouble."

As an apprentice in the hall, Mark naturally knew this young man. He was the eldest disciple of the owner of the hall and the master of the fighting hall. He rarely taught in person, and his face was scary when he did the few times.

It turns out that he can be so enthusiastic sometimes.

Mark was curious, and after letting a few people pass by, he stopped sweeping the floor and tiptoed back to the fighting hall. He soon found that he was not the only one who was curious. Many apprentices in the fighting hall stopped exercising and looked at the newcomers.

A familiar teenager came over: "Mark, do you know who this is?"

"I don't know...Is he here to sign up?"

"How is it possible that the master chef can accompany you just to sign up? I think it's because the owner of the gym is not here, otherwise the owner might have to come out!"

"What is that for?"

The teenagers listened attentively and soon found that the master chef was introducing some equipment in the fighting gym to the visitors, even going so far as to explain the manufacturers of weights and sandbags, as well as the prices of the equipment.

Except for small things like sandbags, each one is an astronomical price for Mark.

As a result, the elegantly dressed young man turned around and pointed casually with his fingers: "I need four sandbags and a set of weights. The largest one is 30kg? There should be higher ones, right? 50? Okay, then bring a few higher ones, 40, 45.

In addition, one of that, that, that... one of each, the kind of stone blocks for practicing martial arts..."

The man in suits and sunglasses who followed him took notes with a pen and paper, whispered something in his ear, and shook his head in response: "Buy it as I say."

Mark realized that the rich man was here to choose equipment to set up a practice room at home. His eyes widened and his nose bubbles came out.

Damn, I'm so envious!

I want to be rich too!

When the master chef said the number of 'about 3.5 million', his heartbeat accelerated, and the picture of the future emerged in his mind.

As the world champion of fighting, he walked on the busy streets, surrounded by people. He pointed at several buildings and went shopping. There were enthusiastic fan girls cheering for him from a distance, but they were ruthlessly intercepted by his bodyguards.

At that time, the considerate Mark will definitely push the bodyguards aside and give them autographs...

"What's your name? How old are you?"

Pah——

The voice in front of the beautiful dream was broken, and the snot bubble was broken. He realized that the rich man had walked in front of him at some point, and the master chef was staring at him with a little disgust.

Mark blushed and stood at attention instantly: "My name is Mark, I'm 13 years old this year!"

"Mark? This name is not very domineering. Do fighters have to have a loud stage name? Oh, it's too early for you to have a stage name now."

Ji Xing smiled and patted his shoulder and walked out. The master chef glared at him again, but fortunately there seemed to be no anger or blame.

Mark was stunned. Stage name?

Well, this is indeed a big deal. As the future world fighting champion, I have to have a resounding name, and it will look good when I sign...

Haughty, um, domineering?

Or... Satan?

Yes, the devil Satan!

...

Jixing rarely uses wealth to show off. He didn't expect that he would meet such a person on this trip to adapt to his identity and get extra benefits.

Is this not the future Satan City?

There is a little-known fact in Dragon Ball. Although he looks like an elder, Satan is indeed the same age as Krillin, only one year older than his relative Goku.

He is 13 years old, so Son Goku is 12 years old, which is the year when the plot starts.

The next thing is easy to deduce-16-year-old Bulma met Goku while traveling to find Dragon Balls during the first year of high school, and the only long vacation that can match it is the summer vacation, which is late August and September, two months away from now!

As Jixing's body becomes stronger and stronger, the Seven Stars will gradually not give him two years of adaptation time, which will be a waste of time.

"Two months... the initial plot of Dragon Ball..." If you don't recall it carefully, or if you didn't pay attention to it when you were a child, Bulma actually gave so many benefits at the beginning?

I replayed it in my mind, so there is no need to watch it in person. Ji Xing has no interest in beauty.

Let's practice first and see what level I can achieve in two months.

When Ji Xing returned home, he immediately moved his body briefly in the practice room that had been packed away but the equipment had not yet been delivered. He quickly determined one crucial thing - the physical fitness and tolerance of the Earthlings in Dragon Ball. The speed is far more exaggerated than Conan or even One Piece World!

He could use his hands and feet more!

Early the next morning, under the money offensive, the purchased equipment was transported to Ji Xing's private practice room through the universal capsule, and was easily arranged as needed.

Then came the auxiliary personal trainers and nutritionists that Ji Xing needed.

The nutritionist is a 35-year-old woman with a certificate of senior nutritionist and senior chef. She is a high-level talent who can only be hired with a monthly salary of one million.

The auxiliary personal trainer is a 33-year-old man named Channule. He is a strong man. He was originally a well-received coach in a fighting club. He was easily hired after being offered a double salary of 300,000 yuan.

Facing the boss, he was a little nervous. He was obviously worried that the rich man had a bad temper, or that Ji Xing was just playing for fun. If he hadn't given too much, he would never come over, in case he had just resigned and changed jobs. He was unemployed because his son was just three years old and needed money.

But I heard the housekeeper said that I was personally selected by him from among the candidates? Shouldn't this be a simple dismissal? Even though he is the chairman of Big Dog Company, he is still a young man who loves face most. How can he admit that he picked the wrong person?

"Master, let's start from the basics?" It seemed that the butler had also told him, and he learned to call Ji Xing 'Master'.

"Well, come on."

When they came to the practice room together, Qian Noule's eyes lit up with the neat and brand-new equipment. He pointed at the treadmill and said, "Then first..."

"Help me do some simple stretching first."

Ji Xing smiled, pulled over a yoga mat, and put his hands behind his back: "Here, grab my wrist, yes, that's it."

Qian Nule was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was not right, so he heard: "Try harder."

"oh oh!"

"Two more points."

"Ah good!"

Boom——

A slight noise was heard, and Qian Nule's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously let go of his hands. However, he saw Ji Xing retracting his hands as if nothing had happened, pushing forward, and said: "Yes, the strength is controlled more accurately. This time we will change it." Lateral."

"Stop being so dazed and deducting money, hurry up and hold on to me."

"Ah, yes!" When he heard that the money would be deducted, Qian Nule broke into a cold sweat and followed Ji Xing's instructions without hesitation to help him stretch.

The sound of joints cracking made Channule swallow his saliva. Although stretching means stretching, is it really okay to make every joint crack? What if the joints wear out?

And this young master seems to have some basic skills, right? Didn't his butler say zero basics?

After finally getting through the puppet-like stretching activity, when Ji Xing finally stepped on the treadmill, he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly: "Actually, it's better to warm up first and then stretch."

Ji Xing didn't know whether he heard it or not. Anyway, he didn't give any feedback and just ran on the treadmill for 15 minutes and two kilometers. During this period, he stretched his back or twisted his hips from time to time to maximize his body movement.

When he came down, sweat had soaked through his training clothes. Just when Qiannule thought he was going to rest for two minutes, he heard Ji Xing say: "It's almost done, come over and help me press my legs."

"P-press your legs?!"

Leg pressing is normal and is the basis of martial arts fighting. All fighters need to go through this step, but that thing... hurts like hell!

Qian Nule still remembers how he cried when he pressed his leg for the first time when he was a teenager. Tears fell from his eyes, and he cried even worse than when the girl he liked married someone else.

Furthermore, it takes at least ten and a half months for other martial arts practitioners to reach the point of pressing their legs. How can anyone have to press their legs on the first day?

no! This is absolutely not possible! This young master has no idea about leg pressing. If I persuade him to quit, wouldn't I be completely unemployed? !

"few……"

"If you don't press, the money will be deducted. If you press, the money will be added. Add fifty thousand." Ji Xing looked at him and smiled.

"...It will hurt a lot, please bear with it."

When the leg press finally ended, Chanule found that he might have been sweating more than Ji Xing. Although he had just finished pressing his legs and the pain was still lingering, his employer quickly stood up and moved around, and then began to perform very standard high kicks and inner and outer moon kicks to maximize the effect of the leg press.

But no matter how active you are to warm up, you still need to rest after the first leg press, otherwise you will easily injure yourself, so the morning exercise ended soon after. At noon, I ate a lunch prepared by a million nutritionists. Before I could digest it, I Xing felt his body slow down.

If this were the real world, Ji Xing would not dare to go to great lengths for three days, but the Dragon Ball world is unreasonable. While he was massaging his abdomen to speed up the peristalsis of his stomach, he began to move his lower body simply.

When it was almost done, he raised his head to Channule and said, "Come and help me tie the weight, the smallest one, the one with two kilograms on each arm."

"oh."

Qiannule breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the fierce young master would play with the big ones when he came up, and would like the 10kg, 20kg, or even heavier ones that he found when he checked before that he didn't dare to wear them.

It's only 2kg, so it doesn't matter at all. You can throw this thing around and catch it casually.

Then he saw Ji Xing, who had tied up the weight, stand up on his horse, with his legs firmly planted and his arms held flat... The four kilograms of weight instantly became a heavy burden.

This...will be over in two minutes?

Then he watched Ji Xing carry it for 45 minutes, and the sweat on the ground soaked with obvious marks. After that, he did not collapse, but walked slowly, took a sip of the light salt water that had been prepared long ago.

"Take off the weight."

"...Oh!"

Hastefully removing the weight, Channul finally saw Ji Xing resting this time. He lay on the yoga mat, breathing calmly, and gradually seemed to stop, with his chest rising and falling slightly.

From an angle he could not see, a faint air flowed in Ji Xing's body, eliminating his fatigue faster! The air in the dragon ball is the hidden power in the body of life. Righteousness, evil, vitality, courage, etc. are all part of the air.

Everyone has this kind of thing, but only a few know how to use it. For Ji Xing, who has repeated countless times "finding the hidden power in the body", it is very simple to find and use the air in the body, but his current air is still very weak, and releasing it can only penetrate a piece of paper at most.

It still requires long-term training.

After lying there for about ten minutes, Qian Nule was so anxious that he wanted to ask, Ji Xing sat up and said, "Next, we will use the side pull barbell, with a load of 20kg. You go and adjust it, and do a good job of auxiliary protection. Don't be distracted, otherwise you will be deducted."

"...Understood!"

Qian Nule did not feel the presence of a personal trainer at all, but gradually realized that his "coaching" this time might not be simple.

At five o'clock in the evening, the gray-haired housekeeper who worked part-time as Ji Xing's assistant returned to Ji Xing's villa from the company and saw Ji Xing lying on the yoga mat and enjoying the massage guided by Qian Nule.

"Master, how do you feel?"

"Very good." Ji Xing half raised his head and smiled, "Is everything okay at the company? I feel very comfortable exercising. I want to strike while the iron is hot and put more energy in this area for a while to get a good body."

"Thanks to the hard work of the young master before, everything in the company is back on track. The sales of the latest model of the Big Dog NA2 hovercraft continue to grow... But is it okay to exercise continuously at high intensity?" He looked at Qian Nule with an inquiring look.

"Oh, by the way, you should increase Qian Nule's salary by 60,000 yuan, and change the monthly salary to 360,000 yuan. He did a good job today." Ji Xing smiled at this time.

Qian Nule half smiled and half said weakly: "Thank you, young master! It's okay, butler, the intensity of the young master's exercise is not high."

"Is that so? I know." The old butler also smiled with relief: "Then I won't disturb the young master's relaxation. I hope you will be healthier and please rest assured about the company's affairs."

"Well, you go and get busy. Thank you for your hard work."

It's not to hide it from him, but now half of the company's affairs are handled by the butler on behalf of Ji Xing. Exposing problems in front of this "acquaintance" is easy to cause unnecessary trouble.

And Qian Nule is easy to say. Since he can distinguish between the big and small kings, he deserves a reward.

"I'll give you another 20,000 yuan tomorrow night."

"Hey? Ah, thank you, young master!"

The practice of rich people is so plain and simple.

The title "Young Master" is a bit awkward, and I can't find a good word to replace it. I came up with this based on Poole calling Yin Cha "Young Master". There shouldn't be any big problem with it, right?