Chapter 447

He Zhao got into a push-up position, arms straight as they braced against the floor. One leg bent forward, knee close to his chest. Then, keeping both arms straight and planted, he rapidly alternated the positions of his legs, making a climbing motion like he was scaling a slope.

Before long, he felt the fat all over his body burning violently. Dense beads of sweat immediately covered his forehead, flung away with the swaying of his body and shattering when they hit the floor.

Of course, this was not part of the Knight Squire Training Method, but a kind of fitness exercise. The content of the training method was a set of sword technique movements called the Crusader Sword Style, meant to rapidly strengthen oneself through sword practice.

However, there was clearly no sword in the room. Besides, training was training either way. As long as he maintained the rhythm of his breathing, he could achieve the goal of rapidly stimulating his own muscles, reducing his body fat, converting excess fat into muscle, and producing the effect of muscle growth.

As for whether he could perform proficiently in battle without practicing the Sword Style, that was completely overthinking it. After all, what he had eaten was Harold's Knight Dao Fruit. Even if he did not touch a sword for several hundred years, the moment one entered his hand, he could transform into a perfect killing machine.

"Huff, huff. Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff."

While constantly stimulating his body through the Mountain Climber Exercise, his breathing did not grow the slightest bit disorderly. It was still the same old line: thank the Simulator's Dao Fruit Gift Package.

A certain selflessly devoted Divine Knight had gone through who knew how many trials and training sessions, and had long since fused the breathing