It's midsummer now
There had just been a heavy rainstorm.
The road washed away by the rain looked exceptionally clean.
"The time is August 21, 2024. The training lasted four hours and thirty-three minutes, and the time to maintain full concentration was eleven minutes and twenty-five seconds. It was five seconds shorter than the last time." In the not-so-bright martial arts training room, a tall man with bandages on his hands was holding a recording pen to record his own condition.
Behind him, whether it was swords, guns, clubs, or unpopular weapons from various countries, they were all hung neatly on the wall.
It's almost a weapons museum.
On the other wall, there are glass showcases.
It is filled with various trophies and medals, as well as some photo frames.
In the largest photo frame, a boy and a girl stood arm-in-arm, each holding a gold medal with a bright smile, just like the tsunami-like cheers that year in the venue of 100,000 people.
Put down the recorder in your hand, take out the record card and insert it into your laptop. The data will be automatically transferred and then merged with many similar files.
This is a habit he developed while training with the national team.
Although he has retired from the national team, his habits have remained.
Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, thick dark clouds still showed no signs of dissipating.
Some will-o'-the-wisp youths who were not afraid of death stepped on the newly developed flying pedals and shuttled rapidly in mid-air, cheering excitedly.
The colorful projection screen fluttering in the air was unceremoniously smashed into pieces by these will-o'-the-wisp boys.
On the screen, the replays of classic martial arts moments from the past ten years looked particularly pale and feeble under the black clouds.
The will-o'-the-wisp boys modified the flying pedals into various dazzling shapes, but they also sacrificed a lot of the original safety features of the flying pedals.
Once hit by the lingering thunderstorm in the air, it is certain to be fatal.
Flashing lights of various colors scattered from the flight pedals, covering and shattering the last remaining images.
The man did not look at those will-o'-the-wisp boys any longer.
Instead, he silently walked to the refrigerator and took out a highly nutritious energy bar from the refrigerator.
After tearing open the package, the familiar texture of rough, sweet and hard immediately made the man frown.
Even after eating it ten thousand times, he still couldn't get used to the taste of this energy bar.
After finishing half of the energy bar, the man rubbed his belly, sat cross-legged on the ground, tapped his teeth, and swallowed saliva to speed up the digestion of food.
It's just that after all, he has passed the peak of his physical condition.
Even though he once ranked first in the world, Qishan today cannot resist natural 'aging'.
In fact, Qi Shan is less than thirty years old, but in the fighting circle where boxers are afraid of young people, he is already considered an 'old man'.
Overtraining in his youth and hidden injuries caused by fighting competitions began to show signs.
Although it didn't make Qi Shan uncomfortable, it did give another boost to his declining condition.
It took half an hour to digest the food.
Qi Shan walked to the center of the martial arts room again, spread his hands roundly, and started to stand.
Zhuang Gong can indeed strengthen the internal organs, but everything is still based on the physical condition itself.
Qishan Zhanzhuang could not help him recover from his declining physical condition.
Just delay it as long as possible, while the time slides down.
Adjust your breathing evenly.
Qi Shan was still a little distracted.
This has been happening from time to time since Yunhe moved away from here.
The most dangerous time is on the playing field.
Facing the attack from Basang's competitive rivals, he was distracted on the field.
Although it's just an exhibition match.
Many viewers regarded his mistakes as entertainment.
But those who are truly knowledgeable still know that Qi Shan, the former God of War, is already 'old'.
Not only did his physical reactions become sluggish, but he was also mentally depressed.
The sound of breathing gradually became heavier and sounded like thunder.
Qishan's whole body relaxed.
Then he doubled over and started vomiting.
That seemingly ordinary static pile is actually mobilizing multiple muscles in the body to carry out a domino-like chain reaction.
This seemingly motionless exercise is the most torturous.
Without exercising the body to a certain extent, it is impossible to perform such pile training.
Although this kind of static pile training is very effective.
But when the strength goes astray, it is indeed easy to cause self-injury.
Especially if Qi Shan had just chewed half of an energy bar, his stomach discomfort would become more obvious.
Qishan simply sat down and stopped continuing today's exercise.
He moved his wrist, which had been broken, but the wound had long since healed.
But sometimes I feel a dull pain.
"Virtual boxing match, colorful fighting,".!"
"It's not that I can't accept it, but,,, I can't convince myself."
"Such an action cannot penetrate the power at all and unite the whole body and mind. Why can it become a sure-kill move that explodes energy? This is not in line with the principles of fighting. It is just a game that pursues performance effects." Qi Shan sighed Take a breath.
Whether he accepts it or not.
He is already exhausted!
Just like many seniors who were once all-powerful, but then gradually grew old and were knocked off the altar.
There is no warmth in martial arts competitions.
Compared with many of his peers, Qishan is lucky enough.
At least he has been on top of the world.
"Perhaps I should completely retire."
"Let the name God of War choose its owner again, instead of being old and refusing to admit defeat, as those people on the Internet say, always occupying this name and refusing to let newcomers come forward."
"If I continue to refuse to accept old age like this, I will become the big bad guy in those stories." Qishan rubbed his wrist, but his eyes couldn't help but dim.
Shifting his gaze, Qi Shan turned his attention back to the 'Shuttle Device' presented by the country.
This shuttle is undoubtedly much better than the shuttles on the market that can only achieve 80% of the 'infiltration' effect.
It's ninety-five percent effective.
The remaining five percent is a 'forbidden space' that cannot be penetrated.
Once it is breached, it is a serious violation of law.
People need a little difference to distinguish what is reality and what is the virtual world.
Otherwise, a large number of mentally unstable people will become addicted to virtuality, confuse reality and virtuality, and will be unable to get out.
Looking at the 'shuttle machine', Qi Shan took out the somewhat deformed business card from his pocket.
There was no name on the business card, just a simple phone number.
Boom!
There was another thunderous explosion.
The flashing arc of electricity reflected on Qi Shan's face, making it appear bright and dark.
"With 100% infiltration... can we really regain our peak state in the virtual world?" Qishan hesitated again. He is a God of War with a strong will, as strong as refined steel.
Because of this, fighting sports is his fatal weakness.
Some people are not weak because they are weak.
It is precisely because we are strong that we are weak.
Putting on a waterproof suit and hat, Qishan walked out of the training room.
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