[Occupation Card]: Randomly generate an occupation. Shall I generate now?
Lewis couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation in his heart, feeling pleasantly surprised. He hadn't expected his luck to be this good.
Not only did he get a bottle of gene drink, but he also drew an Occupation Card.
Gazing at the exquisite card, Lewis didn't hesitate and said, "Generate!"
"Congratulations, host! You have obtained the occupation: Street Workout."
Street Workout?
He immediately clicked to view the details.
[Street Workout (Minor Achievement+)]: You have mastered all forms of Street Workout and can complete some simple moves with relatively little strength.
This occupation… seems rather useless.
After the initial excitement wore off, Lewis realized that this occupation was quite underwhelming.
The only useful thing was the gene drink.
Unable to buy food with money, he could only resort to drinking beverages.
Then, he noticed the words (Minor Achievement+) behind the skill.
He tried clicking on it and found that the plus sign meant it could be upgraded.
Upgrade based on the Minor Achievement.
However, upgrading required 1 million reputation points.
Lewis clicked his tongue, thinking that the requirement was too high.
After lying on the ground for an hour, the photographer's takeout arrived and was soon consumed.
Lewis stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon and we can start. You guys go to the horizontal bar and wait for me there."
"Oh, okay."
The photographer waited in place, controlling the drone to follow him.
The drone followed him all the way to the bathroom entrance. Lewis went in to use the facilities and took the opportunity to drink the gene drink.
He wasn't very hungry since he had consumed two bottles of gene drinks in the morning, which contained enough energy to sustain him for a day and a night without food or water.
Even with such intense exercise, his energy levels wouldn't drop much.
And now, after drinking another bottle, he felt even more powerful, with a noticeable improvement in his physical fitness.
With one punch, he could probably create two more stalls in the bathroom!
However, he was well aware that the human body had its limits.
When he drank enough gene drinks to a certain extent, this enhancement would begin to slow down and eventually stop altogether.
But in the early stages, the improvement was very noticeable.
For instance, now, he felt like he could punch a dent into a three-inch-thick steel plate with one fist.
Emerging from the bathroom, Lewis headed straight for the horizontal bar.
It was a weekday, so the park was filled with elderly people.
Some were playing ping-pong on the nearby tables, while others were walking and chatting on the track.
There were only a few young people near the horizontal and parallel bars.
He walked up to a horizontal bar and said, "Count for me."
"Sure."
The photographer quickly took a few sips of water to lubricate his throat.
"Finally, it's about to begin!"
"There are still 19 hours left, more than enough time!"
"Just a thousand pull-ups? That's nothing. Double it for our Lewis!"
Ash said, "He seems to be starting the second challenge."
"Observers, do you think Lewis can complete a thousand pull-ups?"
James chuckled and said, "Don't ask me. I really don't dare to speak out of turn. Lewis is currently very popular, and he has many fans. If I say he can't do it, I'll probably be scolded by netizens. Moreover, I'm afraid of being proven wrong by Lewis."
Blake said, "Just looking at the objective data, he probably can't do it. But like James said, no one can be sure right now. Lewis' energy is so abundant that I don't see any fatigue in him. Moreover, he hasn't even eaten lunch, which theoretically shouldn't be possible. But as I said before, I have an inexplicable confidence in him."
"No wonder you're a national first-class actor. You've said so much, but it's like you haven't said anything at all."
"When it comes to the art of speaking, he is here to demonstrate for you in person."
"Friends, did you learn something? This is emotional intelligence. You can say things without offending anyone, see?"
Zoe said, "I think he can do it!"
Rose vigorously nodded, "I think so too!"
Ash looked at James and Blake, and the three men exchanged bitter smiles.
It was obvious that these two women had become fans of Lewis.
Just like men enjoy watching women with graceful figures, women also enjoy watching men with perfect physiques.
Especially when this perfectly built man is also incredibly handsome!
This was outrageous!
This was unfair!
"Slap!"
Lewis lightly pushed off the ground with his feet, jumped up, and grabbed the horizontal bar with both hands.
Professional horizontal bar athletes would apply magnesium carbonate powder to their hands every time they trained or participated in competitions.
On the one hand, it prevented their palms from sweating, and on the other hand, it increased friction.
Lewis didn't have much preparation and didn't have the money to buy it at the moment.
He simply rubbed his hands on the ground to get some dirt and mud on them, making do with what he had.
Grasping the horizontal bar, he simultaneously engaged the upper part of his latissimus dorsi, brachialis, and trapezius muscles, easily completing a standard overhand pull-up.
From behind, all parts of Lewis' body remained stationary except for his arms. Each time he pulled his body up, the muscles of his upper arms tightened and bulged, exuding a sense of explosive power.
"Wow, Lewis' upper arm muscles… I feel like he could punch me to death with one punch."
"Be confident and drop the word 'feel'."
"Where's Duck King? Your Lewis has already started. Why isn't the number one sycophant here?"
[Duck King]: Too busy marveling, forgot to speak. Damn, my Lewis is still my Lewis. His pull-ups are so standard. I can't find a single flaw.
"He's so fast. Why does it feel like it's faster than doing sit-ups?"
"Because it is indeed faster than sit-ups. I counted, and he did 45 in a minute."
"Wait… what's the world record for one minute?"
[Duck King]: The world record for one minute is 46. Lewis is just one short of tying it. Suddenly, I'm a bit worried. Lewis is going too fast. His core strength is amazing, really amazing. If he slows down and maintains a good rhythm, he might actually complete a thousand. But now, I'm not so sure.
Although he admired Lewis, he wasn't blindly in awe.
"He's started. He did 45 in the first minute," Ash said. "He's very fast. It looks like he wants to finish early."
James said, "I'm afraid he's too focused on speed and ignoring his energy levels."
Blake said, "Pull-ups consume a lot of energy, and this consumption is throughout the body."
Zoe said, "But I see that he's still very relaxed so far. He doesn't look strained at all."
Because he wasn't strained at all.
When Lewis grabbed the horizontal bar and did his first pull-up, he had a strange feeling.
It was as if the horizontal bar was an extension of his body. He could use it to perform various fancy moves.
He knew that this was the fitness experience brought to him by [Street Workout].
He could even precisely control every muscle in his back and arms while doing pull-ups.
This allowed him to complete the pull-ups with minimal energy consumption.
Before this, he didn't have this awareness.
Of course, he could still do it, but it was purely by brute force, without any technique. There was a significant difference in energy consumption between the two methods.
It seemed that [Street Workout] wasn't as useless as he had imagined.
If he had enough reputation points, it would be necessary to upgrade [Street Workout].
"470, 371…"
"How long has it been?" Lewis casually asked after completing one.
"Ten minutes," came the reply.
"A bit slow," Lewis muttered to himself.
The photographer, "…"
The netizens, "…"
The production team, "…"
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