Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 51 - I Want It All

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 I Want It All

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 I Want It All

When he finally stood upright, the entire gym erupted in applause for him.

Blair hurried over to help him put the barbell back on the rack.

“My God, that was downright unbelievable.”

But Li Ang’s attention promptly went to his attribute panel.

Name: Li Ang

Strength: 9.02 (+0.12)

Constitution: 14.80 (+0.55)

Response: 10.47 (+0.01)

Spirit: 15.45 (+0.1)/31

Breakthrough Points: 0

Limit Break Points: 0.5

Skills:

[Cycling] 124/5000 (Grandmaster)

(Trait: Increased lower limb strength and endurance by 60%)

(Trait: Reduced cycling stamina consumption by 20%)

[Tongbei Fist] 306/400 (Mastery)

(Trait: Increased Response and Nerve Aggregation Ability by 20%)

[Running] 44/400 (Mastery)

(Trait: Increased lung capacity by 20%)

[Sports Massage] 68/200 (Proficient)

(Trait: Body recovery ability increased by 10% for 12 hours after massage)

[Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training] 30/100 (Beginner)

Just as he expected, his Limit Break Points indeed increased by 0.5 during the recent squat.

However, pushing the body to its physical limits appears easier than winning a championship or fighting life-and-death battles, but in reality, it’s definitely a high-risk activity.

This could be seen from his nosebleed; many of his body’s capillaries had likely burst from the excessive pressure.

That’s because his current Constitution had improved, and even though he was able to handle it, it definitely wouldn’t be sustainable with frequent occurrences.

Li Ang planned to add this 0.5 to [Physique], but not right now.

The last time he broke the limit on [Spirit], it caused him immense pain; he didn’t know what would happen with his Constitution yet.

Blair watched Li Ang admiringly from the side.

A young man, having made such a breakthrough and praised by so many, showed not the slightest expression on his face. He was remarkably composed; his potential achievements were truly boundless.

Regaining his composure, Li Ang faced the warm gazes of the crowd, finally understanding why fitness attracted so many people.

Because it not only energized your body but also nourished your spirit. Of course, in gym speak, you’d call it a “spiritual nitro boost.”

During his rests, Li Ang had also learned a lot about fitness from Blair, not just in terms of technique but at a higher level as well.

“I think there’s a lot of truth in the saying that before you train your body, you have to train your mind first.”

“You have to be clear about why you’re working out. Is it for a good physique, or to make yourself healthier, or do you want to push your body to its limits?”

“For you, constantly trying to lift your limit weights, if your goal is to have a good physique or to be healthier, I think it’s unnecessary. Not only is there the risk of injury, but there are also serious consequences like rhabdomyolysis or myocardial ischemia.”

“I want it all.”

Li Ang replied calmly and resolutely.

Blair: ?

He had never seen a scene like this.

“Then work toward that goal.”

Blair extended his hand and gave Li Ang a high five.

He would never mock anyone’s dream, no matter how unrealistic it may seem.

After resting up, Li Ang once again continued his strength training.

Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training mainly increased the body’s ability to take hits, and increasing muscle mass also increased his resistance to blows.

One improved defense, the other health points; they didn’t conflict, but rather, they could stack.

“Hey, your phone is ringing.”

A blonde with big wavy hair pointed to the phone on the stool and said to him.

When you become strong, the world also becomes friendlier.

Li Ang glanced at the caller ID and found that it was a call from Officer Tyler.

“What? Okay, I’ll be right there.”

…

The time goes back to ten minutes ago.

Tyler hadn’t expected that, even on his day off just strolling around, he would run into someone he knew.

The figure in front of the boxing club’s entrance looked a bit like his “senior brother,” Charles.

He walked quickly towards him, intending to say hello and inquire about his training progress.

But as he got closer, he, being a police officer, acutely sensed that something was amiss.

Although Charles was walking in the middle, he clearly didn’t look like the core person among these people; rather, he seemed to be propped up in the middle.

“Charles, who are these people?”

Tyler caught up with him and called out to Charles in the corridor at the entrance of the boxing club.

“They… they’re my classmates.”

Charles’s face seemed a bit tense.

“So where are you guys heading?”

Tyler continued to ask.

Before Charles could speak, a young man next to him, also tall and dressed in a basketball T-shirt, replied:

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“He’s going to train boxing with us, isn’t that right, Charles?”

If it weren’t for the hot weather, wearing a baseball jersey might have been a better fit for his image.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Charles slowly nodded and echoed in a soft voice.

“Charles, do you really want to train boxing with them willingly?”

Tyler asked for one last confirmation.

Upon hearing this, the guy in the basketball T-shirt revealed an exaggerated smile and said to Charles:

“Weakling Charles, is this guy some relative of yours? Is his job, by chance, a priest in a church? Do you truly wish to marry him, Miss Charles?”

While speaking, he also mocked Tyler’s way of talking.

“Quickly say, ‘I do.'”

The guy in the basketball T-shirt shook Charles’s shoulder.

“Smack!”

He had barely finished his sentence when Tyler slapped him hard across the face.

“When I’m fucking talking to him, you better fucking keep quiet.”

Instantly, Tyler’s fierce demeanor subdued the three young men present.

They usually strutted around in school, but when had they ever encountered a situation like this?

Even Charles was stunned, and at this point, he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was the one who had approached the others wanting to train boxing.

“Uh… It’s not that I really want to train boxing with them, but I guess I can…”

After babbling, Charles himself didn’t know what he was saying.

The young man in the basketball T-shirt cursed Charles a thousand times in his heart: Fuck, that’s not what you just said a moment ago, thanks a lot!

But having just been slapped, he didn’t dare to speak out now.

However, Tyler concluded from his unyielding posture and ambivalent expression that the kid did have the intention.

Now, he was truly at a loss about how to handle the situation.

This feeling was somewhat similar to a case he had once heard about, where a wife reported her husband for domestic violence, but when the police arrived, she prevented them from taking her husband away.

Of course, the end result was that both of them were shot dead by the police.

Having no choice, he decided to call Li Ang, thinking that he might have a clearer understanding of the situation between them.

When Li Ang arrived, the two were already sizing each other up in the ring.

Tyler was observing the situation from a spot far away from the ring.

Across from Charles, was an old acquaintance of Li Ang, Barber, whom he had encountered during his last cycling competition.

Li Ang’s arrival instantly reminded him of some not so pleasant memories.