(Second update)
Hotel, backyard.
Slaughter City had no distinction between day and night. The Purple Moon inlaid in the high sky cast cold moonlight into the courtyard, where a young man with a bare upper torso was performing push-ups.
"Four hundred sixty-seven... seven hundred fifty-four... nine hundred ninety-nine... one thousand!"
Push-ups, sit-ups, weightlifting, frog jumps...
Various ordinary exercises that seemed mundane to regular people would produce a certain qualitative change when their cumulative numbers reached the thousands.
Sweat continuously trickled down from his forehead, cheeks, arms, and thighs, pooling into small puddles on the obsidian floor tiles, yet Yang Ming paid them no mind.
When a Spirit Master reached the sixtieth-level Spirit Emperor, similar exercises could no longer bring about noticeable changes for Yang Ming, nor could they directly enhance his combat strength. However, Yang Ming had long since practiced every single morning; the word habit was already engraved deep in his bones, and he had no desire to change anything.
Yet this kind of high-intensity training, which was difficult for ordinary people to attain, bit by bit excavated the potential of Yang Ming's body, stimulating the Saiyan Bloodline hidden within and gradually enhancing cell quality, tightening muscles, densifying bones, and purifying bloodlines at a slow and steady pace.
This transformation was imperceptible, and even Yang Ming himself had not noticed it.
Hu Liena leaned her back against the courtyard wall, a pair of beautiful eyes like cropped autumn moons gazing intently at Yang Ming's appearance while working out. Just like a little fan girl, she involuntarily revealed an expression of appreciation and admiration.
After a night of spring breeze, Hu Liena had shed the youthful clumsiness of a young girl, exuding a mature and alluring temperament from the inside out. She was like a ripe cherry, making one unable