Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 52 - 48 Slight Sensation of Fullness, King of Steroids

Chapter 52: Chapter 48 Slight Sensation of Fullness, King of Steroids

Borrowing money to take drugs?

These muscleheads really care about muscles more than their lives!

Qin Shi felt secretly shocked. His usual activity range at Silver Horse Gym was only at the reception and lounge area.

He had never been to the equipment area or interacted with the top-level trainers, so he had no idea about their teaching methods.

He quietly activated his introspection state, his spirit highly focused, simultaneously detecting several pulses of energy.

They were roughly similar, sounding heavy and powerful, like the roars of beasts.

In reality, they resembled pieces of sausages cut into small segments, completely unconnected.

This indicated that the muscleheads had very poor stamina and endurance, and the burden of high-intensity exercise was very heavy for them, all show no go.

Qin Shi was very skeptical that if they all participated in a 5,000-meter run, half of them might burst their blood vessels.

The only fortunate thing was that, compared to these people’s precarious physical condition, Zhou Ning seemed like a lively dragon and an energetic tiger, having nothing but a prominent head.

He truly lived up to Coach Luo’s "talented" evaluation.

"Does the life force gained from drugs and injections even count?"

A doubt surfaced in Qin Shi’s mind. In his view, many of the burly men doing the three main exercises in the equipment area had visibly bright muscles, but the colors were cloudy and uneven, like jade pieces full of cracks, ready to shatter at a touch.

"Old Qin, you wait here, I’ll go talk to Coach Luo."

Zhou Ning had a beefy body, but he looked small in the gym compared to the excessively muscular other trainees.

"Your friend bought fake drugs?"

Lin Yunqing, who looked slightly dolled-up but was actually meticulously dressed, lightly frowned.

"Silver Horse Gym is quite famous in Urban Circle, I’ve heard of it several times. I didn’t expect them to condone coaches selling drugs under the table."

Qin Shi leaned closer and whispered:

"Miss Lin, how much reward money can you get for reporting a gang selling fake drugs?"

As Qin Shi approached, Lin Yunqing’s nose perked up as if she sniffed a fresh mountain rain scent.

She inhaled like a small beast, wondering how long Assistant Qin had been in the rookie stage?

How could his body be so clear and pure from practicing the secret potion, it almost smelled "irresistible"!

Indeed, it was very fragrant!

"Miss Lin, I’m asking you something..."

Qin Shi glanced at the dazed Lin Yunqing and saw her cheeks flush slightly, thinking to himself:

"Why are you as red as a bubble teapot!"

Somehow, he felt this woman couldn’t be trusted, lacking Old Liang’s calm and reliable security.

"The reward isn’t much at the moment. It feels like a small matter, not serious enough to warrant much attention."

Lin Yunqing coughed lightly to cover her embarrassment.

She usually was impervious among countless flowers but easily stumbled before Assistant Qin.

She silently changed her mental note from "top martial beauty" to "enchanting demon".

"To get your friend out safely is actually simple. These fake drug sellers don’t dare to be too reckless, fearing the consequences, they are all bluffing."

Thinking of the "High Charm Cultivation Guide," Lin Yunqing quickly spoke earnestly, eager to shape a knowledgeable and capable image:

"Assistant Qin, follow my lead later. We can pretend to sign up for a package, get the injectable potion as evidence, then I’ll call some friends from the Inspection Department.

Silver Horse Gym is a major chain in Urban Circle that cares about its image. They will inevitably want to avoid trouble."

Qin Shi thought for a moment and felt Yunqing’s plan was excellent.

He just did not want his best friend Zhou Ning to waste money and harm his body.

If Coach Luo could refund the fees for the membership, drug, and injections, he wouldn’t need to push any further.

The less hassle, the better!

While they were chatting, Zhou Ning ran over happily:

"Old Qin, Coach Luo agreed. There’s one last spot left in this session’s class.

He’s keeping it for you since you’re my friend."

He looked at Lin Yunqing apologetically, scratching his head:

"Sorry, Miss Lin, Coach Luo doesn’t take female trainees, so you came for nothing."

Qin Shi’s mouth twitched, thinking:

"Little Zhou is quite loyal! This kind of deadly opportunity, better not involve me next time."

He told Lin Yunqing:

"Miss Lin, why don’t you sit in the lounge for a bit, we’ll finish the trial session first."

Lin Yunqing gave an OK gesture, fully understanding Qin Shi’s hidden meaning.

She just waited for Assistant Qin to signal, then she would call in an army and capture these fake drug dealers in one fell swoop!

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"Old Qin, at the crucial moment, I gave you the slot, not tempted by beauty! Are you touched?"

Zhou Ning patted his well-developed, bouncing chest muscles:

"When you meet Coach Luo, you must perform well. He really values talent.

If you don’t have the talent, he won’t take you. He fears taking unworthy disciples and ruining his Luo Family name."

Luo Family?

Quite an established group.

Qin Shi entered the equipment area, looking at those fierce bodybuilders who could bench press 290kg and deadlift 387kg, with veins bulging like they were about to burst.

"Several of them look less like humans and more like ’beastmen’ often found in old-era online novels."

If he ignored their visible forms and judged only by their energies, these musclemen were no different from half-monsters who drank Demon’s Blood.

This muscle built by drugs only had very short bursts of energy, and apart from satisfying some people’s distorted aesthetic, it was utterly worthless.

It couldn’t compare at all to the comprehensive, systematic enhancement that came from the New Martial Sect’s balanced nutrition and muscle training.

"A degraded, bankrupt version of the New Martial path."

Qin Shi concluded.

Following Zhou Ning into the equipment area, they went upstairs via a metal staircase to the VIP private room for top clients.

Sitting on a large sofa was Luo Hui, the gold medal coach, resembling a giant meat mountain, making an impressive visual impact.

Zhou Ning eagerly introduced:

"Coach, this is Qin Shi, my good buddy."

Luo Hui nodded, his tone indifferent:

"I remember. Wasn’t he working at the gym’s front desk for a while? Several of my female trainees mentioned him often."

Immediately after, this top-performing, consistently number-one sales coach at Silver Horse Gym looked Qin Shi over with a scrutinizing eye:

"Your physique is passable, barely satisfactory, showing some signs of training, but not much. Too thin and narrow. You should bulk up, increase your dimensions, and become a man among men like us!"

Qin Shi humbly and obediently replied:

"Coach Luo is right. Old Zhou told me about the excellent results of the various training packages and programs you developed. I’d like to try the ’Nine Dragons Fusion’."

Luo Hui frowned, thinking Qin Shi was overestimating himself, scoffed:

"You skinny guys always aim too high without knowing your limit. Little Zhou has good talent, that’s how he managed to get results in a short time.

Your talent is very average, to be honest. Your waist is too thin, legs are not thick enough, and chest muscles not developed. Forget Nine Dragons Fusion, you can’t even handle one shot of Sith Dragon."

Qin Shi remained silent. He, praised by Old Liang as a genius as talented as He Lanchan, was treated like an untalented nobody at Silver Horse Gym.

He began to suspect whether this gym was comparable to the Four National Universities, and if Coach Luo was a Martial Artist with life force surpassing a hundred points.

"Indeed, sharp-headed people are hard to communicate with."

Qin Shi managed his expression and sincerely said:

"Coach Luo, please let me try."

Luo Hui licked his lips, thinking about his monthly performance target, still a bit short:

"Alright, since you’re Little Zhou’s friend. A-Qiang, go to my locker and bring two vials, let’s give him a try."

If it worked, he would take him as a trainee and sell the drugs;

If not, he would send him to the privately run hospital by the owner for a kickback.

Soon, a tall, strong man named A-Qiang came over with a case.

Opening it, two bottles of dark green potion lay quietly inside.

"One shot! Our Luo Family judges talent by one thing, drug resistance!"

A-Qiang said gruffly:

"Little Zhou is the best trainee in Coach Luo’s current batch! I hope you’re not too bad!"

Qin Shi looked at the unknown potion that might be Demon’s Blood, debating whether to run away or stall until Lin Yunqing burst in and caught them red-handed.

Before he could decide, the Monument Panel flashed, and lines of text crossed his retina.

[Classification: Medicine (Defective)]

[Quality: Low]

[Edible Part: All liquid in the bottle]

[Effect: Slightly tipsy, quenches thirst, slight fullness, a chance to gain the "Steroid Warrior" title]