March 23rd, 6:42 PM — Underground Cell, Gu Tianhao's Compound
John Wang POV
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"Haa..."
I gritted my teeth and lowered myself.
Drip!
Air pushups weren't real pushups. You hover, a fist-width above the floor, then explode back up without touching.
"Hap!"
Again.
And again.
Blood and sweat smeared the floor beneath me.
My arms burned with agony as I held myself in the air, vertically holding my body as I performed air pushups. From the moment I was attacked for the second time. I decided that sitting here would only lead me to become useless.
One more.
The chain on my ankle clinked softly with each repetition, too short to let me stand, just long enough to move.
My body felt heavier than usual, but also stronger.
Like my bones had grown thicker overnight.
