Chapter 389: Take the Cromwell Family down!
Chapter 389
A Month Later!
Bam!
The mountain quaked as Grey could be seen training alone. Yami was nowhere in sight. On his shirtless body, the 200 kg weight clung tightly as he struggled to execute the Cyclone Fanged Kick.
Out of ten tries, he managed to perform it perfectly only twice. His body was drenched in sweat, the massive weights pressing down on him as he continued pushing past his limits.
This had been his daily routine for the past month. Ever since Yami handed him the weights, Grey had followed his instructions without question, wearing them at all times. Whether in bed, in the toilet, during meals, or while training, the weights never left his body.
Everywhere he went, they accompanied him like a second skin. At first, it was brutal. No, mountainously brutal. Breathing alone felt impossible, not to talk of walking.
Two weeks in, he had finally adapted enough to breathe and walk with relative ease. But training? That remained just as grueling and strenuous as the day he first strapped the weights on.
He used to do seventy push-ups without breaking a sweat. Now, he could barely crank out twenty before crashing into the ground, completely drained.
His body ached, muscles groaned, and legs trembled violently—but still, he refused to stop. Against all odds, he pushed through, his will burning hotter than the sun above.
Now, he could go through his routines better. His timing while using the Triple Threat Technique (Triple T) had never been sharper.
His roundhouse kick had become noticeably more destructive, powerful enough to split small boulders on impact. As for the Cyclone Kick? It remained a wild card. One moment, he executed it flawlessly; the next, he was completely off. And nothing frustrated him more.