What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 33-32- Comprehensive Reshaping

One hundred push-ups.

It sounds like a lot, but actually it’s not a lot at all!

Just something that a seven-year-old could make?
If he hadn't exercised regularly (trying to trick Edward) and practiced breathing techniques every day, he really wouldn't have been able to do these one hundred push-ups.

But after finishing it, he was so tired that he lay limply on the ground like a puddle of vegetables soaked in water.

The beam of light shines on his head like the protagonist in a tragic comedy.

Altaïr was also very surprised to see Domi actually do a hundred push-ups.

To be honest, he just wanted to give Duomi a seemingly impossible goal at first, and then mercifully lower the difficulty for him, so that he would see hope and then try his best to achieve this goal.

Then at the end, the quantity requirements are continuously increased to improve his mental endurance.

But now it seems that the middle step can be omitted.

"Very good waste, it seems you do have some strength, so this number is not enough, add fifty more! The last fifty, come on!"

Domi struggled to get up. He had no strength left, but Altaïr couldn't disobey Altaïr's request, otherwise Carlos would let Kelsey go home for vacation!
He cannot live without Kelsey, just like the West cannot live without Jerusalem, and GGbond cannot live without red long johns!

Fight for Kelsey!
He finally used the backup hidden energy of rapid breathing, and the energy continued to fill his dry body through breathing.

One, two, three...

Bean-sized drops of sweat fell down, leaving a small puddle on the smooth floor unknowingly.

In addition, he felt that every muscle in his body was burning, and his whole body was about to burn!
Fifty!

When he silently counted the last number, there was applause in the darkness.

clap clap~
"I'm impressed! For a seven-year-old child, you have already done very well, but I think your limit is far beyond that, plus fifty more!"

Clam? !

Domi's eyes widened, and three huge question marks seemed to flash on his hair. He just wanted to greet Altaïr, but he stopped him:
"Shut your mouth! You loser has no right to speak. All you have to do is to execute it absolutely!"

"Fifty push-ups, keep going!"

Okay, you're Artest, you look strange and honest with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I didn't expect you to be very bad!
Full of MMP, there was nowhere to vent, Domi had no choice but to break his teeth and stuff it into his stomach. A gentleman's revenge, it's not too late in ten years, let's see him return after learning and hammer Artest!
Taking advantage of the increase caused by breathing before it was over, Duomi gritted his teeth and continued doing fifty more.

His movements were deformed, and his two arms were trembling obviously due to the high-intensity exertion. This time he really couldn't do it anymore, and he lay on the ground breathing heavily.

My mind was completely empty, and my soul seemed to be running out of my body to elope. I was simply in a state of ecstasy.

Finally, he took a short break.

"Take a rest for 10 minutes. There is salt water here to drink..."

Domi took the water bottle handed by Altaïr and poured it into his mouth. His undeveloped Adam's apple moved up and down, which showed how thirsty he was at this time.

ha~
He made a sound of contentment.

The water was replenished and the fatigue seemed to have eased a bit. At least his brain could function again.

Altaïr, who was still hiding in the dark and had not shown any body so far, seemed to have expected this, and immediately began to talk about his endless theoretical knowledge:
"We don't accept idiot killers, so theoretical knowledge is equally important. Now let's start Chapter 1..."

"All killing techniques are based on a strong body. Without a strong body, no matter how much you learn, it will be just an illusion." "Push-ups train your core, arms, chest muscles, and triceps, which can greatly improve your strength. Strength, even if you accidentally get stabbed a few times, it will be blocked by the muscles, so that you won't immediately become warped..."

This lasted for half an hour, and Duomi was getting dizzy.

But because the brain is forced to turn on, this knowledge is instilled from high to low like an osmotic reaction.

Altaïr really made me cry to death.

Even during his breaks, he did not forget to spread knowledge to him. He is such a good person!
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he was lucky to have such a coach.

"It's time, get up, trash."

"One hundred sit-ups, planks for 2 minutes, fifty supine bends with knees and hip raises, fifty supine stretches with alternating ankle touches... Let's start!"

After you train those upper body muscle groups, you’ll move on to the core, right? Then, will it be the leg muscles that follow?

If you don’t train all the muscle groups in your body in one day, you really won’t be allowed to leave?

Duomi felt like she wanted to cry but had no tears in her heart... Why did she come here if she was so desperate?

Wouldn't it be nice to tease your eldest sister, trick Edward, earn some villain points every day, and draw cards when you have nothing to do?
I came here just to be tortured!

The most annoying thing was the unexpected "overtime".

Every time he finished a set of movements, he would be very frightened, for fear that Altaïr would ask him to do another fifty, and then another fifty, and if you didn't reach the limit, he would do another fifty!
He now finally understood what the team member's warning meant.

Then, as expected, during the half-hour break after finishing core training, Altaïr began to talk at length again, and then he would start working on his legs.

He directly called the team members who were good at illusion magic and space magic. In such a small room, he created a simulated running scene for him and added the space magic that was constantly reset to forcibly create a different world version of the treadmill.

Altaïr himself was not idle either, using his part-time magic to add light, shadow and sunflowers to the environment.

That's right, in addition to being an assassin, Altaïr also mastered light and plant magic. He was nicknamed the Photosynthetic Assassin. He was especially fond of plants like sunflowers.

It is said that he supplies all the sunflower seeds in the castle. The melon seeds are not only large, but also have the taste of sunshine, which is highly praised by everyone in the family...

As a result, there was light in his treadmill, and a sunflower bloomed towards him every 100 meters.

"Whenever you pass by a hundred sunflowers, your physical fitness training will be over."

Listening to Altaïr's voice, Domi seemed to be able to see him grinning with a heartless smile.

So what can he do?Even if he resists, he will be asked to leave even if he writes a letter on the bus. If he wants to complain, he will be choked back. Who would his family understand? He is too difficult...

After training to this point, Dominic has become a qualified walking zombie, his eyes are white, and his brain has been disconnected from his body.

If you want to move your finger, an error message will pop up: Sorry, cannot connect to the external device...

He was in this state after running ten kilometers. Not a single piece of flesh in his body belonged to him.

After lying like this for an hour, Altaïr finally showed his body for the first time, although he only came to kick the sleeping Domi.

"Hey, wake up, trash, and cheer up. The next step is the actual combat session, so get ready."

(End of this chapter)