Elf: I am really a civilian trainer

Because this time the natural dance didn't work.

Obviously [Power of Clear Stream] can be used normally, but after performing the natural dance, no gifts from the forest will be received.

This is indeed the case. At this moment, Mark is in a dream world. The forest here is not a real forest, and Mark naturally cannot receive any gifts from the fake forest.

Marx thought about it for a while, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

But Mark didn't continue to dwell on it, and soon started dancing another way on the spot.

In fact, it is not a dance, but a kind of boxing, or martial arts.

These martial arts moves were a set of physical fitness exercises that Mark created these days through the strange strength of [holding] and [seeing through] techniques, combined with some martial arts he learned before the time travel.

Practicing it feels a bit like Tai Chi, but with many differences. It is round but also has a lot of strength.

Unfortunately, both Uncle Qian and Guai Li are no longer with us, otherwise he could have further improved this kind of physical fitness.

While thinking, Mark, who was doing physical exercises, stopped.

Speaking of which, where did Uncle Qian and Guai Li go?

Mark glanced around the courtyard, but couldn't find the reason for a moment. He just remembered that Uncle Qian and Guai Li had left.

Without much hesitation, Mark quickly continued to practice physical fitness gymnastics.

After doing the physical fitness exercises five times, Mark was sweating profusely and his muscles were trembling all over his body. He then called Butterfree and Caterpillar over and cast the [Electric Grid] on his body, using electric current to stimulate his body cells.

After the electric shock, Mark felt sore all over, so he used the [Power of Clear Stream] to heal his body while eating the food placed near the stone table.

Although I don't know why I can't get the gifts from the forest by dancing the natural dance, the use of [Power of Clear Stream] is not affected in any way.

Soon, feeling that his body had almost recovered, Mark started doing fitness exercises again.

This time, Mark tied a dozen sandbags all over his body for weight-bearing exercises.

After two hours of exercise, Mark once again lay on the ground sweating and feeling sore all over.

The sky had brightened before we knew it.

At this moment, Mark suddenly heard a slight noise.

The noise came from the water tank.

I don't know when it started, but while he, Caterpillar, and Butterfree were practicing this kind of physical fitness exercise together, the Timid Bug also started practicing it in the water tank.

Mark walked to the water tank and took a look. Although he was not very skilled, the cowardly bug was practicing very enthusiastically.

Without thinking too much, Mark continued to let Caterpillar and Butterfree use the [Electric Grid] to stimulate his body with electric current...

……

Mark's workout is simple and crude.

Specifically, it means using the same routine, repeating the exercises day after day, persisting, continuing to persist, and persisting continuously.

one day……

a week...

a month...

One year...

Two years...

Finally, one day three years later, Mark stopped.

After three years of continuous training, his body has become as hard as steel, with bulging muscles all over his body, making him look like a human tank.

He was originally 1.88 meters tall and weighed about 140 kilograms, but now he weighs more than 350 kilograms.

"Is it impossible to make any progress?"

Mark whispered softly.

At the beginning, he felt progress almost every day during this training process, but as time went by, this progress became less and less.

Then in the last month, his body has stopped growing at all.

Somehow, Mark had a feeling that it seemed that achieving such a body would be enough.

However, Mark quickly shook off the thought.

That’s not enough, he also needs to make his body stronger.

On this day, Mark did not exercise as he had done before. Instead, he picked up a wooden stick and wrote and drew in the sand in the yard, organizing the knowledge in his mind.

After writing for three consecutive days, Mark left the village and came to the forest outside the village to breathe and feel the forest.

A few days later, Mark returned to the courtyard and continued writing and drawing on the ground.

After two days of writing, Mark went to the forest again.

A month later, Mark began doing yoga in the forest, and then a gentle style of calisthenics in the forest without weights.

Time goes by...

Mark's hideous, steel-like muscles seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and his weight was gradually approaching that of a normal person.

After another three years, Mark's weight has completely returned to normal.

In terms of strength and defense, he is weaker than the tank he was three years ago, but in terms of speed and nerve reflexes, his body is much faster than it was three years ago.

Of course, these are not the main points.

While thinking, Mark took a deep breath.

For a normal person, breathing for more than ten seconds is already the limit, but Mark's breathing lasted for nearly three minutes.

Then, a white air wave nearly one meter long spewed out from his mouth like a column.

From outside to inside.

Unconsciously, Mark developed something that seemed to be internal strength.

So Mark continued to practice.

Time continues to pass, year after year.

Before we knew it, eighty-three years had passed.

Mark, who was sitting cross-legged in the forest, slowly opened his eyes.

Mark seemed to sense something, looked at the sky, then stood up and walked towards the outskirts of the forest.

Before he knew it, he came to the meadow where he first crossed over and saw puddles of various sizes.

He walked to a puddle and looked at his reflection in the puddle.

Soon, the green caterpillar with a body length of 2.3 meters came over, and then the green caterpillar called Butterfree behind it to come over to watch the reflection together.

Mark looked at himself in the reflection and sighed.

He used his fingers to play with his hair and pulled out a silver hair from his head of black hair.

Looking at the white hair in his hand, Mark's eyes became a little confused and lost.

"After all, I couldn't resist the passage of time, and my body functions began to decline. It seems that this is the limit of what my body can reach..."

"I still failed..."

With this sigh, the picture in front of Mark shattered...

Chapter 98 [Super Strong Body], [Martial Arts Master]

In the courtyard, Mark woke up from his coma, and the expression on his face was not very good.

In fact, this is because he has a tough character, otherwise his mood would be even more depressed.

After all, looking back at the several times he added points after crossing, except for the first one, the rest of the additions were basically failures.

This time too, he failed again.

In fact, according to his idea, he could make his body stronger.

Unfortunately, he could not resist the passage of time.

As the saying goes, young people are more likely to be strong than young ones. With the first white hair appearing on his head, Mark realized that his physical functions had begun to decline.

After that, he can at best barely maintain his current strength, and as time goes by, his body will become weaker and weaker.

After all, although he created an internal martial arts method in the dream world, this internal martial arts method was not the kind of internal martial arts described in martial arts novels, nor was it those methods for cultivating immortals.

He cannot become more powerful or stronger as he gets older.

As his body ages and his body functions decline, he will definitely go downhill.

So, after realizing that my body had reached its peak and started to go downhill, this dream of adding points ended.

"If I were to do it again, and I used the internal skills that I summarized in the dream world fifty years later, my strength would increase by at least 30%."

"Pity……"

Mark said as he scanned the courtyard.

A few meters away, Cannon Bug was looking around in confusion, obviously not quite understanding the situation. However, Magnemite floating next to Cannon Bug looked normal.

Well, as stupid as always.

Mark thought that the Shovel Cannon Bug would not join in the dream world this time.

As a result, Cannon Bug actually came in, and with it came Magneto, Cannon Bug's partner.

It seems that even if it is a Pokémon captured by a Poké Ball, there is a certain probability that it can enter the dream world.

However, it is not his imperial spirit after all, and the effect of the cannon bug's training in the dream world is not very good.

Mark remembered that when he first started, he practiced physical fitness gymnastics in the yard, with Caterpillar and Butterfree following behind him, and Cannon Beetle also following behind, but he could never keep up with the pace.

Then, the Shovel Cannon Bug started practicing on its own.

Just like the weighted flying in the past few days, you hang sandbags on your limbs, and then fly around in the sky to practice flying skills.

Then suddenly one day, the shovel cannon beetle once again hung a sandbag and flew away, and never flew back again...

"Chi~Chi~Chi~Chi?"