Henry Clark started with weighted running.

He tied a sandbag to each of his legs. The sandbags weren’t large, each weighing only 5 jin.

Henry Clark was ambitious and determined, but never reckless.

You can’t become fat in one bite; his foundation was too weak. This was different from absorbing the medicinal power of the Strengthening Powder—he had to start from the very basics.

The training ground was large. Although it couldn’t compare to a soccer field, it was about the size of a basketball court. One lap was roughly a hundred meters. Henry Clark began to run.

As soon as he started, the effect of the two sandbags became immediately apparent. This was completely different from simply gaining ten jin of weight.

After about ten minutes, Henry Clark’s breathing became extremely heavy, the hot air he exhaled forming a white dragon-like trail, and sweat rolled down his forehead like a stream.

No more strength. So tired. So heavy. He really wanted to stop.

But if he stopped now, the medicinal power of the Strengthening Powder absorbed by his body wouldn’t be able to penetrate into his cells and would slowly dissipate, just like soaking for only three or five minutes.

For Henry Clark, this was certainly not a problem. His physical fitness was average, but deep down he had an unyielding tenacity—how could he possibly stop here? Run. Run. Run.

He swung his arms, maintaining a steady, moderate pace.

His body started to heat up again, but this time it wasn’t like being burned by fire. Instead, it was unusually warm, even a bit comfortable, as if a spring of fresh water had been injected into his parched body, restoring his strength once more.

This was his cells absorbing the medicinal power, truly taking effect.

It was easy to judge whether the medicinal power had been fully absorbed: just look at the color of the skin. If it returned to its original color, it meant the medicinal power had been completely absorbed or had dissipated.

Half an hour, an hour.

On Earth, unless you’re a professional marathon runner, running continuously for an hour would be deadly. But because Henry Clark had previously absorbed the Strengthening Powder, its medicinal power was continuously nourishing his body, supplying him with energy, allowing him to keep running.

On the side, Robert Hughes watched with his heart in his throat. This young master either never trained at all, or when he did, he went all out.

His own heart could hardly take it.

After running for two hours, Henry Clark finally stopped. But after just a few minutes of slow walking, he began frog jumps.

This training lasted for another half hour.

Next came push-ups, weighted deep presses, pull-ups... After a full four hours, Henry Clark’s skin finally returned to a healthy rosy color.

He couldn’t continue any longer.

Without the support of the medicinal power, excessive training would only damage his body. Under the intense training and the fierce impact of the Strengthening Powder, several areas of Henry Clark’s skin had split open, oozing blood, and his internal organs had also suffered considerable injury.

This was when the Body-Forging Pill would come into play. After resting for two days, he would heal, then continue taking the Strengthening Powder, forming a cycle.

As soon as he stopped, Henry Clark collapsed directly onto the ground, not even having the strength to move a finger. A puddle quickly formed beneath him—his sweat.

“Young master, you haven’t eaten yet. You must be starving.” Robert Hughes came over, speaking with concern.

Henry Clark forced a smile and said, “Let me catch my breath before I eat.”

After resting for at least half an hour, Henry Clark finally put on his clothes and came to the living room. Robert Hughes brought out the food, which had already cooled and been reheated, filling the entire table. Henry Clark didn’t stand on ceremony and immediately began to wolf down the food.

After such intense training, he was so hungry his eyes were practically glowing, and his appetite was astonishing.

The Strengthening Powder only made his cells more energetic, but the source of strength was still the food he ate.

After this meal, Henry Clark ate at least four or five jin of food, most of it meat.

And this was just after he had started on the martial path. If it were William Clark, eating a hundred jin in one meal wouldn’t be surprising. The problem is, a person’s stomach is only so big—can you really eat a hundred jin of food?

Of course not.

However, some rare meats have extremely high energy content, just like a small nuclear warhead can destroy a city—a few jin is enough. But these meats don’t come from ordinary beasts; they come from fierce beasts.

Fierce beasts are a specialty of this world, and like martial artists, they are ranked by level. The higher the level, the stronger they are, and the more nourishing their meat.

In the afternoon, Henry Clark took a nap to let his body recover. Around three o’clock, he returned to the training ground.

This time, he wasn’t here for body training, but to practice his fists.

Strength is the core element for a martial artist, but having strength alone isn’t enough. You also need technique; otherwise, if you can’t hit your opponent, no matter how strong you are, it’s useless.

Qianfeng Academy taught basic boxing techniques, but those were too ordinary. As a Vajra Realm expert, William Clark naturally had his own unique martial arts.

Gale Fist and Phantom Shadow Sword.

Martial arts are ranked by power. The “Wildfire Fist” taught at the academy is the lowest-level basic martial art. Above that are intermediate, advanced, and supreme levels.

Both Gale Fist and Phantom Shadow Sword are advanced martial arts.

Henry Clark decided to practice fist techniques first, then sword techniques.