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A bloated fat man, blindfolded, cuffed to a chair.

Beside him, a man took a long, thick stick and stabbed him in one fell swoop.

Bursts of pig-killing screams echoed through the room, and the whole scene was extremely touching and tear-jerking.

"Pay attention to your body and try to control every muscle." The instructor's voice rang in his ears.

The fat man shook his face with tears and snot, and he swore that if he was put down, the first thing he would do would definitely be to hack this man to death first!

If he can beat it.

"Ahh

For this distraction, the instructor slapped him with a stick again.

The strong electrical stimulation made his whole body tremble, and something seemed to gush out of some part.

The training method in the Paleo-Earth period was simple, which was to use electric currents to stimulate the muscles in a targeted manner.

In this process, the muscles are stimulated to lose control, and the pain is multiplied.

When a person is in pain, his perception increases exponentially, and what the instructor asks is to try to control the body in this state.

It's easy to say, but ...... How is this possible!

At the end of the first training session, the fat man was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and he felt that his whole body had become numb, and he did not react at all.

He finally understood why this kind of training would be dangerous, if it was in the real world, he would have been incontinent by electricity!

Finally regaining a little consciousness, the fat man struggled to escape, as if fleeing from this hellish place. Suddenly, a hand fell from the sky, grabbed him by the collar steadily, and lifted him up.

"Training continues."

A faint voice came from overhead.

The fat man looked frightened, desperately trying to catch something.

"No !!!"

……

After I don't know how many times I trained, it was so much that even the fat man felt numb.

"Concentrate your attention and feel the vibrations of your muscles." The instructor's voice came from overhead.

The fat man's distracted eyes moved, and there was a faint brilliance, and almost subconsciously, he focused his attention on the muscles that had been shocked.

In his perception, there was a faint difference in the place where he was shocked, and he seemed to be able to feel its trembling, feeling the frequency of its vibration.

"Try to control it." The instructor commanded.

The fat man controlled his heartbeat, and the whole person was in a strange state.

The training of these days flashed through his mind, and for a moment, the fat man seemed to have found some kind of trick.

The frequency of muscle vibrations suddenly decreased, and the electricity was still raging on the fat man's body, but all his energy was focused on that muscle.

It was an abdominal muscle, whether it was shooting, running, or hand-to-hand combat, it was the most commonly used power muscle, and under the control of the fat man, it gradually became stronger.

"Control your breathing, regulate your muscles and bones, just like I taught you, and let your strength flow through it." The instructor's voice reached the fat man's ears.

The fat man's mind was blank, and his body subconsciously followed what he said, and gradually, a force that had never existed before appeared in the fat man's perception.

It's a new, intoxicating power.

The fat man felt that his whole person was immersed in a furnace, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be gushing out!

I don't know when, the current stopped, but the fat man was still immersed in the pleasure of that power.

It was a thrill of absolute control over the body, as if every muscle, every bone, was under his absolute control.

After a long time, the fat man took a deep breath and withdrew from that state. The helmet had returned to normal, strapped to his wrist, and the fat man knew that this was a sign of its excessive energy consumption.

Trying to control the muscles, that feeling resurfaced, making the fat man's blood boil, and he couldn't wait to vent.

He got up and stood in the empty hall, and a set of military fists came out.

One set is not enough, and the taekwondo, aikido, jiu-jitsu, and tai chi that I have learned in the past few days have also been performed one by one.

If Qi Jie was here, he would have been surprised, with his head full of women, he would never have imagined that a fat man could be so sensitive.

Finally, the fat man was tired, sweating profusely, took a towel and went into the bathroom, and after half an hour he wrapped a towel and came out of the bathroom.

Looking at his body, although he is still so fat, he is no longer bloated and full of a masculine beauty.

The fat man tried to control his muscles, only to see his stomach strangely concave a piece, forming a six-pack abs, which were tightly attached to his lower abdomen.

The fat man could clearly feel that an indescribable, inexplicable power was lurking in his body. It is this power that allows him to control every inch of his body.

The fat man exhaled, his stomach loosened, and he bounced back again, but at this time he was in no mood to pay attention.

It worked, it really worked!

The fat man didn't expect that perception had been developed as early as the ancient earth period, and the original purpose of developing it was for hand-to-hand combat!

Come to think of it, the earth at that time did not have these terrifying monsters, and if it weren't for the strange environmental constraints, their weapons at that time alone would be enough to deal with the dangers of the outside world.

It's time.

The fat man's eyes became determined, and he suddenly got up from the sofa and walked towards the basement.

Pushing open the door, an extremely large, luxurious research room appeared in front of the fat man.

This laboratory is Qi Jie's private research room, and these equipment alone are not available in ordinary universities.

The fat man walked to a table, which was neatly filled with various utensils, and the fat man casually picked up a thing, which was a memory folding metal given to him by Qi Jie.

The metal was fixed into a strange shape by the mold, and the fat man reached out to feel it, and nodded with satisfaction.

The fat man spreads out a picture, which is filled with various parts and eerie symbols.

At the same time, the fat man took out a few cards, which were the same second-hand cards he had bought on the black market.

The fat man placed the cards on the table, reached out and stroked their lines, and his eyes revealed something indescribable and incomprehensible.

No one knows that in addition to being a mechanical enthusiast, he is also a card master.

Or rather, the Card Remodeler!

Card remodelers, different from traditional card masters.

A traditional card maker who specializes in making cards. Card remodelers, on the other hand, focus on restoring cards.

However, that's just an ordinary card remodeler, a good card remodeler, good at optimizing cards, and even ...... Change the purpose of the card!

The cards that the fat man used to make machinery could not be bought on the market at all, and they were all transformed by him one by one.

Fortunately, the fat man has a high talent on the card, and he has completed things that ordinary people can't accomplish at all.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to attract Qi Dashao's attention.

After all, geniuses will only be friends with geniuses, and they have something similar in them.

What made Qi Dashao intolerable was that the fat man had been squandering his talent, so he tried his best to get the fat man to embark on the path of a card master.

It's just that how would he know that the fat man did all this just for this day!

This is a day he has been thinking about for a long time.