Fitness Club

Damn, this is a fitness club? You've got to be kidding me. With decorations like this, I would've thought it was a hair salon. After all, Yang Xuan had passed by this place occasionally in the past and had always assumed it was a hair salon. The sign out front was even in English. The information the butler's department found was probably what was registered with the Bureau of Industry and Commerce.

It looked ordinary from outside, but once he walked in, a strong mechanical atmosphere hit him, giving off an intensely masculine sense of power. Looking around, he found something strange: in such a heavy-metal mechanical environment, there were actually more women than men. Fine. Society had become impossible to understand. Women were becoming more and more stylish, while men were becoming increasingly feminine.

"Hello. How much do you charge for this club?"

"Sir, we usually offer membership cards. A monthly card is 1,800 yuan, a quarterly card is 5,000, and an annual card is 9,000. We also have punch cards for people with busy schedules. A 3,000-yuan card includes thirty visits."

"I heard you have punching machines and private gyms here, right?"

"Yes, sir. Those are charged per visit—500 yuan a day."

"Then get me a private gym. By the way, there are no surveillance cameras, right?"

"Mm, there aren't any, so please rest assured. This is your wristband. If you're injured or there's an emergency, press the button on the wristband. This way, please."

So the private gyms were in the basement. Whew, it was quite large. Not bad, not bad.

Looking at the punching machine, which was about the size of a small city bus, Yang Xuan was dumbfounded. Were there really people this powerful in real life who needed a punching machine this big?

"Your punching machine is this large? Can anyone use it?"

"This punching machine was specially made by one of our shareholders. She likes mechanical things, so it was manufactured in Russia and assembled here. Sir, all the equipment has instruction manuals. Would you like me to explain anything?"

"No need, thank you."

"Enjoy your workout." The young lady at the front desk then slowly left the room.

A private gym really was different. The space was about 140 square meters, with a rest area of more than ten square meters. One side consisted of a huge pane of glass. This kind of design made the room look even larger.

He had worked out for quite a while in the past, so he knew how to use all the equipment—except this punching machine, which he had never seen before. Ordinary machines, such as those used for stretching and horizontal presses, had weight stacks of at most 75 to 100 kilograms. But this place had machines with a maximum of 200 kilograms. Good lord, with this weight stack, the leg press could reach nearly two tons.

He tried the horizontal press and the stretching machine. The maximum was 200 kilograms. No, no, it was too light. He couldn't feel a thing. Then he tried the leg press at two tons. Heh, Yang Xuan felt as if he could kick the entire weight stack away. Far too light.

Now for the main event. Following the punching machine's instructions, he switched it on.

He'd start with an ordinary straight punch. He'd better not break the machine. Yang Xuan glanced at the enormous machine and muttered inwardly.

Yang Xuan did not even put on gloves. He lightly threw a straight punch.

Bang!

The punching machine did not move at all. The display showed 561 kilograms.

Not bad. The machine could handle it. Looks like he could really let loose now.

He twisted his waist and suddenly drove out a fierce punch.

Bang!!! This time, the sound was clearly much louder than before.

2,765 kilograms.

With all his strength, the punch reached 3,159 kilograms.

He circulated the power of Hua Jin.

Bang.

7,001 kilograms.

The power of Hua Jin, Baji Quan.

Booooom! The machine trembled slightly.

10,238 kilograms.

Whew, his punching power had already exceeded ten tons, and Inner Force had not even been counted yet.

He switched modes and tested his punching speed.

Bang bang bang~~~! Yang Xuan's fists became afterimages as they hammered furiously into the punching machine. The massive body shook more and more violently.

Fifty-six punches per second. Not bad. With the strength of ten men, his body's reflexes and speed did not seem to have increased tenfold. The only things that had steadily increased were his strength and resistance to blows.

The system scanned his entire body and checked his physical data. It removed the technical terms and converted everything into simple human multiples.

The analysis was based on the multiples of an ordinary adult man.

Height: 173

Weight: 150 kilograms

Bone density: Double

Muscle strength: Triple

Nerve reflexes: Five times

Speed: Triple

Endurance: Five times

"System, did you make a mistake? How did I become 150 kilograms? I weighed myself a long time ago, and if I remember correctly, I was 75 kilograms. You calculated it wrong, didn't you?" Yang Xuan roared angrily inwardly.

"I'm satisfied with the height." After all, he had only been 171 before. Ahem, that was without shoes.

"Host, your bone and muscle densities are far greater than those of ordinary people. Based on density comparisons, 150 kilograms is appropriate for you. You are not fat."

"That explanation is so ambiguous. Fine, I'll forgive you. Damn it, how am I supposed to ride in an elevator if I get any heavier in the future?"

The system had just irritated Yang Xuan. He furiously hammered the punching machine at super speed while complaining about it in his mind. Who said only women cared about their weight? Men cared about it too, all right?

In the room next door, someone stood before the glass. Through it, she could clearly see everything Yang Xuan did.

A pair of tight fitness pants designed for exercise hugged her pert, peach-shaped buttocks. A short women's workout top outlined her proud breasts, making them look even more alluring, as if they might burst out at any moment.

Her face bore the strong features of an Eastern European woman: large eyes, a high, straight nose, and a small mouth. Together, they formed a face somewhere between that of an Eastern European girl and a goddess. Unfortunately, the only thing ruining her overall beauty was the fact that her mouth was slightly agape, her face filled with disbelief.

The beauty immediately picked up the intercom. What came out of her mouth was pure, authentic Chinese: "Xiaoyan, who used the private gym downstairs today?"

"Boss, a young man used the private room today. He isn't very old, and he isn't one of our members. I checked the records, and it seems this was also his first time here."

Watching Yang Xuan sweat profusely, the beauty thought, Interesting. This guy definitely isn't simple. Russians worshipped strength, so she had a strong favorable impression of such a powerful man.

The beauty was Natasha Ivantarich Ivanov, a typical Russian. Her mother ran her own company in Russia, while her father was a Russian general. As a famous rich second-generation heiress and military second-generation heir in Russia, living there had been like living under surveillance. Although she was talented and capable, people in Russia could see only the label of her family background. This left her feeling extremely stifled every day. By chance, she became friends with an overseas student from Huaxia. Later, when they discussed the circumstances of their respective countries, Natasha, who had never left Russia, became especially curious about Huaxia. Finally, one evening during a family gathering, Natasha announced that she wanted to live in Huaxia for a while. Although her parents were not particularly willing, everything was settled once Natasha's grandfather gave his approval. Indeed, the affection between generations knew no national boundaries.

It was Natasha's first trip to Huaxia and her first time abroad. For the newly graduated Natasha, it was practically paradise. Young people loved to have fun, didn't they? She went shopping every day, bought things, ate Huaxian cuisine, traveled, went out to sea, and visited cities all over Huaxia to experience their local cultures. She also made many Huaxian friends, and her Chinese grew increasingly fluent.

Thus, Natasha began living and studying in Huaxia. Since she had always been an academic prodigy, she also earned a graduate degree and a master's degree in Huaxia.

Although she returned to Russia every year, the more time she spent in Huaxia, the less she wanted to go back. After discussing it with her best friend and another friend, they opened a fitness club in her best friend's hometown, HN City. The two Huaxian girls were both second-generation officials, and with a Russian second-generation heiress among them, opening a fitness club was practically child's play.