Chapter 290 Muscle Burning
"One..."
Gawain could no longer hold back when he heard Grant's blatantly drawn-out countdown. He glared at Grant fiercely: He really can't hold on any longer, okay?
Grant ignored him and cheered Gawain up with his fist. Although he didn't say it directly, his positive body language clearly said "come on, come on".
This isn't a hot-blooded comic like "Slam Dunk". What are you talking about? Gao Wen felt his muscles were starting to burn.
After finally holding on to the end, just when Gawain was about to relax for a moment, Grant continued to wave his hands upwards, sending signals with his eyes and actions, and the countdown in his mouth started from the beginning again.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Grant has already started the second round of countdown——
By the way, Grant just said twenty seconds.
But Gawain really couldn't hold on any longer. His muscles were stretched to the extreme, but he still couldn't control his body. His 85 kg body was dragged forward like a fallen leaf, unable to resist. He took small steps at a time like a little rabbit, and his movements were quite cute.
Tobias wanted to laugh.
Gawain felt like dying at this moment. He could see his arm and thigh muscles bulging with veins bulging. All his strength needed to be controlled in his abdomen to maintain balance; otherwise, if he exerted too much force in his upper or lower body, he might be pulled down by the reaction force of the battle rope.
"Seven, six, five..."
The frequency of the battle rope's vibrations became faster and faster, and more and more fierce. One could even hear the sound of it hitting the ground fiercely. The dull sound burst out with a powerful force, and rolling waves of air also spread out. Tobias, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but step back a little, feeling timid.
But looking at Gawain's blushing face, Tobias couldn't help but admire him -
"Hold on, keep your waist and abdomen steady, your upper body is leaning forward a little..."
Grant also took the time to remind him.
Then you can see Gawain making slight adjustments while dragging and shaking the battle rope up and down, and then forcibly retreating a little to regain the tightness of his body. Even though he saw it with his own eyes, Tobias still doubted his eyes and found it hard to believe how Gawain did it.
"Four, three, two..."
It can be clearly seen that Gawain clenched his teeth. He didn't even have time to glare at Grant. All his energy was focused on controlling the battle ropes.
The reaction force of the battle rope was so strong that it easily dragged Gawain's body forward. However, the closer he got, the louder and more violent the fluctuations became, and he was on the verge of losing control. So Gawain used the strength of his toes to control his body bit by bit while jumping lightly, and then pulled back a little distance.
Rub. Rub. Rub.
While maintaining the stability of the movement, Gao Wen managed to pull his body back a little, about one-third of his foot. If you didn't watch the whole process, after turning your head and blinking, it would be almost difficult to tell that he really retreated.
Never underestimate the space of just one-third of a step, as it consumes all the energy in the body.
Stability, coordination, explosive power, endurance, all-round tests can be seen at this moment. Even in just twenty seconds, one can feel the full burst of energy.
At this point, even Tobias noticed something was wrong.
Is this really only twenty seconds? Why does it feel like forty seconds is almost here? "One..."
Grant's countdown finally stopped, but Gawain did not stop immediately. He gritted his teeth and vibrated several times again, finally burning it to release all the energy before dropping the battle rope.
huff huff…
huff huff…
Gawain felt like he was breathing fire, his lungs were on fire, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dropping like rain. He was unable to utter a word, but just breathed in and out in big gulps, feeling the influx of oxygen, and was pulled back little by little from the edge of the cliff.
Grant looked at Gawain, who forced himself to walk back and forth to relax his muscles, and smiled with satisfaction.
No matter how difficult it is, Gao Wen is always able to complete his training goals with guaranteed quality and quantity. This perseverance alone is impressive.
"Very good, very good!"
Grant kept clapping to show encouragement.
"Twenty seconds like thirty seconds, you held on, great!"
However, Gawain was enraged when he heard this. He turned around and glared at Grant fiercely, because his whole body felt as if he was in a furnace. The stimulation brought by the burning feeling was constantly erupting. Gawain knew that the training was not over yet and he needed to conserve his strength.
But still use your eyes to express your protest:
You also know that the countdown is taking too long?
Grant seemed not to notice Gawain's look. He pretended not to understand and continued talking to himself.
"Rest for ten seconds, and then move on to the next set. Start now."
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The acting was extremely awkward, so awkward that one could tap one's toes to create a Disney castle, but Grant's cleverness was that he didn't give Gawain time to complain and started the countdown to the break without stopping.
"Nineteen eight seven six five four three two one."
Tobias' eyes widened. Is this ten seconds like five seconds? The countdown is so fast.
Gawain looked at Grant helplessly. If his eyes could radiate light like Ultraman, he wouldn't mind putting on a tights and transforming himself.
"The break is over. This time, do it while throwing the ball. It will be fifteen seconds like thirty seconds." Grant has made no secret of his "ambition".
call……
Gawain did not complain, but let out a long, heavy breath, gritting his teeth. The way he gnashed his teeth made Grant shudder.
Normally, Gawain would definitely complain back; but during training, Gawain was always able to control his emotions and focus all his attention on training. He has a ruthless spirit in his bones. No wonder he was called "the big devil" by the Bruins players. Even Grant was amazed by him.
However, it is precisely because of this that Grant always tries his best to continuously tap into Gawain's potential.
To others, from the spring season to now, Gawain seems to have appeared out of nowhere, jumping out of a crack in the stone; but the Brown Bears are not surprised at all. Judging from Gawain's training intensity and dedication, the current results are entirely the result of Gawain's hard work.
Not surprising at all.
Just like now, even though he won three challenge championships in a row, Gao Wen did not slack off or become complacent at all.
Then, Gawain obediently returned to the battle rope and took out a tennis ball from his pocket. While Tobias' eyes were almost popping out of their sockets in shock, he picked up a battle rope with his left hand, took a deep breath, and was ready.
"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen..."
As Grant's slow countdown continued, Gawain began to vibrate the battle rope with his left hand again. At the same time, he began to throw the ball into the air with his right hand, just like a circus clown, continuously throwing the tennis ball up and catching it, throwing it up again and catching it again.
Tobias felt like his jaw was going to dislocate—
How is this done? (End of this chapter)