"Huff... Huff... Huff..." Lucas had ragged breathing while he lay on the ground with his chest lifting again and again.
He was not wearing a shirt and his chiseled body was on display.
With the leveling up and training every day, Lucas now had a set of eight abs, his chest with pure muscles with no fat, and with movement, the chest also tightened as if his breathing was too ragged.
Even his arms had muscles that looked like they were hard enough to break steel just by pushing at it. Even his calves were flaunting.
If left the fact that Lucas's face was burnt to the point that his skin was knotted and some bone showed with one of his eyes just blank white. He could have become a model back on Earth.
Right now, Lucas had a wooden weapon in his hand while he lay down in front of one of the group's members who was sweating lesser than Lucas.
"Wow, that healing really has messed with your stamina huh," Jerry said and gave Lucas a hand.
