Soon, Wang Yi felt the pain vanish in an instant.
His injury seemed to have improved somewhat compared to before he'd started lifting dumbbells.
But before he could even catch his breath, the system issued another task:
[System Training Task: 500 one-arm push-ups with the right arm.] [Task Reward: Recovery speed increased by another 10%.]
Wang Yi didn't start the task right away. Instead, he took a few sips of water and rested for more than ten minutes.
Seeing this, James Wells secretly let out a sigh of relief.
At last, Wang Yi was taking a break. If he kept training like this, even Wang Yi wouldn't be able to take it.
But just ten minutes later, James Wells's expression changed dramatically.
He watched as Wang Yi laid out a yoga mat, got onto it, and propped himself up with his right arm before starting one-arm push-ups.
"Fuck! Fuck you, King! Oh my God, Wang, you're insane! Get up!"
James Wells was losing his mind.
Wang Yi's right shoulder was dislocated and still recovering. The dumbbell presses hadn't been enough—now he was doing one-arm push-ups.
That kind of movement put tremendous strain on the shoulder joint. Wang Yi was practically wrecking his right arm.
Still shouting, Wells went over to pull Wang Yi up.
Wang Yi lost his balance and toppled onto the floor.
He shook his head at James Wells beside him.
"Relax. I promise you, there's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. In fact, it'll speed up my recovery. I'll be able to play in tomorrow's game."
James Wells looked at Wang Yi's confident expression and shook his head again and again.
"Wang, are you sure you're not lying to me? This is absolutely insane. You're the craziest guy I've ever met. But... you've also got