"Y-You bastard!" Ken groaned, his arms shaking as he fought to maintain his plank. Meanwhile, Tyson sat on his back, deep in thought. "How much longer do I have to do this?!" Ken shouted.
Next to them, Lara and Bee remained in the same position, holding their planks. Lara continued to steal glances at Tyson, while Bee did his utmost to ignore the searing pain in his body.
A few feet away, Shaun sat cross-legged, gazing at the notes in his hands—Victor's method. His eyes widened with disbelief as he went through them.
"This is insane!" Shaun blurted out, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth. "I mean—the possibility of gaining four power points?!"
A hush settled over the group. Ken almost collapsed when Tyson finally got up.
"Did I hear that correctly?" Lara asked, scrambling to her feet. "Four power points?"
"S-So what?" Ken murmured, rolling onto his back, totally overtraining. "I can raise ten if I want to."
"Boss, why are you still at seven?" Bee interjected.
