"Huff puff—"
Sweat drenched his quick-dry shirt, Tang Song clenched his jaw, feeling the engorgement and sourness in the muscle groups of his back and arms.
"Pull it down a bit more, pull until the upper arm touches the forearm."
"Your spine is crooked, tighten your core."
…
"Your shoulder joints are starting to become unstable, maybe I should lower the weight for you?"
"No need, I can finish."
"Don't try to show off, little brother, you'll really injure your muscles."
Tang Song exhaled and glanced at Wen Ruan with an amused face.
You know nothing about being badass.
He opened the system interface, selected "Physical Recovery Potion", and used it immediately.
Immediately after, a thick, sweet liquid materialized in his mouth.
"Gulp"—Tang Song swallowed it directly.
In an instant, everything from his throat to his esophagus felt ice-cold.
