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The Trainer followed into the house.
In the living room on the first floor, there was an iron Container. Su Qian deliberately avoided looking at it; after all, she had no interest in any man other than her husband. Fortunately, the Therapist had hired a male, so it didn't feel too out of place for a man to apply ointment on another man.
After applying the ointment, he had to enter the metal Container for cold therapy. The refrigeration temperature dropped below zero. Thankfully, the Frost Balm was quite effective; although he felt a strong cold treatment and his body temperature indeed decreased, it didn’t cause excessive stiffness in his limbs, as the Frost Balm helped alleviate that.
After thirty minutes, the Trainer emerged from the Iron Container.
"Ah, I feel restored," he said. He had heard about this special method of cold therapy before; it could lower body temperature and reduce strain on limbs, alleviating soreness. Many professional athletes used such a setup during breaks to quickly recover their physical strength. Of course, cold therapy wouldn't be complete without that special Frost Balm. While being exposed to subzero temperatures for a short time wouldn't be lethal, one could easily imagine the consequences of prolonged exposure.
"Is it really that miraculous?" another Trainer responded.
"If you don't believe it, you can try it," the Trainer replied immediately.
"Then I'll give it a shot." With that, he unbuttoned his shirt to allow the Therapist to apply Frost Balm on him.
He then lay down inside as well, undergoing thirty minutes of therapy. The time passed quickly, and soon this Trainer also stepped out.
He shook his arms, feeling the sensations coursing through him, and laughed, "This is truly the power of technology! I feel nothing at all—no pain or discomfort—and my stamina has really recovered!" With that, he went to one side and put on his clothes.
No one expected such results.
"After you're done, drink this bowl of Kelp Soup to raise your body temperature," the Therapist said as he stirred vigorously in a large pot with a ladle before serving a bowl.
Kelp Soup indeed has the ability to restore physical stamina during exercise, and sometimes it is even safer and healthier than simply hydrating with plain water. Additionally, the temperature of Kelp Soup can effectively raise body temperature, allowing both trainers to recover quickly after drinking it.
After gulping down the Kelp Soup, the Trainer responded, "It should be good now. Let's head out. Come back every eight hours for a check-up. Cold therapy can alleviate fatigue and create a new pressure-resistance mode. Before long, your abilities will gradually manifest."
"Come back every eight hours? That shouldn't be a problem. Alright, sounds good," the Trainer replied with a smile.
The two Trainers then walked out. Without the help of cold therapy techniques, they might have felt extremely fatigued after their session, making it difficult to return to work the next day. Moreover, their original plan didn't require too many Trainers; on one hand, they wanted to expose Freyr's overall strength, while on the other hand, these Trainers had their own ulterior motives.
Freyr's textbook-like professional skills intimidated the Trainers, yet their training did not weaken; instead, it intensified.
Time passed unnoticed, and two weeks went by in a flash.
"I feel like my strength has noticeably increased after all this training. Maybe I can try my hand at professional competitions," said one Trainer, sounding somewhat smug as he continued with his training regimen. Although he was just planning his work and occasionally had to step in to help out, he had seen significant improvements in his training abilities. This was far more effective than spending all day in the gym building useless muscle; he could clearly feel his strength had increased considerably.
"Well, that's natural. If you continue practicing with my training methods, you'll easily reach Professional Basketball level," Freyr remarked, realizing he might have let something slip. However, since the three of them had become quite good friends and this also helped him complete his body sculpting training, he felt justified in giving them that assessment.
Speaking of Professional Basketball inevitably brought up the substantial financial rewards associated with it. It was one of the few entertainment options in their city where outstanding professional athletes could earn large sums of cash through competitions and acquire immeasurable food resources. The wealth accumulated from these resources sometimes surpassed what ordinary citizens could achieve. These athletes were indeed a sought-after group; after all, they were public figures who maintained a tough-guy image, so every word they spoke carried significant influence among the general public.
Whether positive or negative, these athletes were always engaged in image management and various forms of positive outreach.
This routine would continue for some time until soon enough when his companions would arrive. After that, there would be no need for these two Trainers anymore. Perhaps they were unaware that if human beings could unleash even greater strength within themselves, they might instinctively seek to harness that power. Of course, they first needed to pass through the phase of unlocking Gene Lock; only those who emerged from this phase would be true Elite Humans—those who failed would simply face genetic collapse and death.
Meanwhile, Relock was busy working as a bodyguard while also assisting in perfecting body sculpting tasks; thus, the results were even faster than expected.
Freyr even felt that in some aspects, Relock was almost surpassing him. From his perspective, Relock seemed to be above him, and he knew he had to undergo extensive training to maintain a balance of this ability. If he were to become complacent and gain weight, all the effort he had put in would be in vain.
Training was painful, and the moment one gave up, all previous efforts would crumble.
As he immersed himself in relentless practice, time seemed to pass quickly. A group of people watched from a distance, observing the figure training diligently. Each of their faces broke into smiles of delight. "I can't believe he's still working hard at a time like this. He's really putting in the effort; we can't fall behind," one of them said.
They took off their battle gear and donned fresh outfits. "Hehe, this is the perfect time for new clothes. Just wait; soon someone will be captivated by my charm," Ross's voice rang out. The others turned their heads away, not wanting to engage with him.
"Who would be captivated by you? From where I stand, it's my good looks that are catching their attention. You're just a sidekick next to me," another person chimed in.
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