A Life of Attributes Starting as a Nobleman in the Republic of China Era

Next up is the bench press.

Chen Che lay on the inclined plane, feeling the stimulation of his upper chest muscles and shoulders from different angles, starting with 150 kilograms and gradually increasing to 300 kilograms.

I pushed three times, and my arm was still under full control.

But these were just appetizers. What Chen Che really wanted to try were those "foreign gadgets" he had never seen before.

He picked up a heavy kettlebell, but didn't know how to use it, so he simply raised it above his head and put it down, played with it a couple of times, and then tossed it aside.

I also tried the medicine ball hanging on the shelf. I slammed it against the specially made rebound wall with all my might, making a loud "bang," and felt the instantaneous explosive force travel from the soles of my feet to my fingertips.

Finally, Chen Che returned to the dumbbell area, picked out a pair of dumbbells weighing 100 kilograms each, and performed 20 alternating bicep curls. His biceps bulged high under his skin, like tightly wound steel cables, with veins clearly visible.

Sweat soaked through his underwear, leaving dark stains on the carpet.

After nearly half an hour of testing, Chen Che walked to the bench next to the boxing ring and sat down. His breathing was a little rapid, and his muscles trembled slightly due to blood congestion.

"Third Brother, why don't you give it a try?" Chen Che said to Chen San while wiping his sweat.

"Alright." Chen San was also eager to try, and followed Chen Che's example to test each piece of equipment. His scores for clean and jerk, squat, press and alternating curl were 160 kg, 250 kg, 260 kg and 80 kg respectively, which was about 20% to 30% lighter than Chen Che.

"Young Master, we're both undergoing 'blood exchange,' but your strength is about 30% greater than mine," Chen San said, panting, sitting next to Chen Che.

"You've only been practicing martial arts for three months, while I've been doing it for over ten years." Chen San's voice held an undisguised envy.

"Third Brother is making fun of me again." Chen Che chuckled and stood up. Except for "Spirit", all his attribute points were above 4, which is four times that of an average person. He hadn't even used his full strength in the test just now.

Of course, he also knew that Chen San's strength was far more than that. Having entered the "Martial Artist" realm, Chen San was already a martial artist one in a hundred. His spirituality and explosive power in the face of life and death were definitely not something that could be measured by a few pieces of iron.

Chen Che grabbed a towel and covered himself with it. "Third Brother, let's go to the sauna, then take a bath, and have a good, relaxing sleep."

The two changed their clothes and went into the sauna together.

The sauna was filled with heat, and on top of the hot stones on the sauna stove was a medicine bag that Qian Bo had arranged to change every day. Inside were herbs such as Sichuan lovage, Panax notoginseng, Salvia miltiorrhiza, and tiger bone, which are all precious herbs obtained from the old Nanjing brand "Ji'an Hall".

A ladle of water was sprinkled on it, hissing and steaming. This was no longer just hot steam, but was imbued with a strong, pungent, and exotic fragrance that went straight to the soul.

Chen Che leaned against the wooden wall with his eyes closed, initially only feeling that it was hotter than usual. But soon, a strange feeling came over him.

First, my skin felt slightly numb. Then, a subtle soreness deep within my muscles and bones was drawn out bit by bit by a medicinal aura. The heat traveled along the meridians, and my shoulders, lower back, and thighs spontaneously relaxed and warmed up.

With each breath of the hot, medicinal air, a feeling of expansion spread through my chest. The faint bitterness of the danshen lingered in my throat, making my mind exceptionally clear. Meanwhile, the pungent aroma of the tiger bone subsided, and a steady warmth arose in my lower abdomen, complementing the burning sensation on my body.

Chen Che could clearly feel his blood throbbing powerfully, a rich and smooth flow.

"This 'medicinal steam' seems to be a step up from our previous 'medicinal bath'." Chen Che was drenched in sweat, and as soon as he wiped himself with a towel, sweat immediately streamed down his face again.

"Thanks to you, young master, I'm able to enjoy such efficient service." Chen San was also soaked in sweat, his firm muscles glistening under the sweat.

......

The next day, Chen Che got up very early, but Chen San was already waiting for him in the living room.

The two had breakfast in their room and then went down to the front desk in the lobby.

"Young Master Chen," a man dressed in a well-fitting three-piece suit, who appeared to be a lobby manager, approached him. "The boss has arranged everything for your trip. Your car is parked in the back; would you like me to call it over?"

Chen Che waved his hand: "No need today, I want to take a walk by myself."

The manager nodded and left, and Chen Che and Chen San walked out of the Peace Hotel one after the other.

Before dawn, a thin layer of mist hung over the Huangpu River. The clock on the Western-style building struck eight times. In the middle of the river, the dark shadows of ships appeared and disappeared, their chimneys belching plumes of black smoke.

As soon as Chen Che stepped out of the restaurant, he saw a long line of rickshaw drivers waiting for business at the street corner.

At the front of the line was a young man with a buzz cut, who looked younger than Chen Che. He had a strong physique, and his rickshaw was gleaming and impeccably clean.

Besides a bell, his car also had a small flag with a tiny "Li" character on it.

Chen Che walked up to the young man: "Hey bro, the Central Martial Arts Academy, two people, wanna go?"

The boy looked up, his eyes large and bright: "Let's go. This place is in Zhabei, not too close, not too far. Sir, how about 100 coins for two people?"

Chen Che nodded, and he and Chen San got into the rickshaw.

The boy pulled on the handlebars and shouted, "Hold on tight, let's go!" and started running, the bells hanging on the handlebars ringing "ding-ding-ding".

Chen Che, who was in the car, only felt a slight sway, and the scenery on both sides began to rush past him. He felt no bumps at all.

The boy was wearing straw sandals, his body leaning slightly forward, his back rising and falling rhythmically as he ran.

As he ran, he struck up a conversation with Chen Che: "Where are you two gentlemen from? Are you going to a martial arts school to become apprentices?" His breathing remained perfectly steady.

Chen San whispered in Chen Che's ear, "It's 'Bone Forging'."

Chen Che nodded and said to the young man, "Young man, you pulled the cart quite steadily. May I ask your name?"

The boy chuckled, "My name is Li Yu, but they all call me 'Carp,' saying that if I jump over the Dragon Gate, I can become a dragon."

The rickshaw turned into Zhabei, where the road became narrower and rougher. The rubber wheels crunched over the gravel with a soft, rustling sound. Crossing the Hengfeng Road Bridge, the Suzhou Creek below, its waters shimmering with green foam, flowed slowly eastward.

The rickshaw stopped at the intersection of a side street.

A three-story detached building stands nearby. It is built of imposing bluestone and covers an area of ​​about 500 square meters. On the lintel, a black plaque is painted with the five large characters "Central Martial Arts Academy" in gold, and below it is a line of smaller characters "Shanghai Branch".

"We're here!"

Li Yu put down the handlebars and looked at Chen Che with anticipation.

Chen San took out two silver dollars from his pocket and handed them to Li Yu: "Kid, you're growing, eat more."