Chapter 207: 207 Tattoo on the Face_1

Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Tattoo on the Face_1

“Brother Dong, you’re amazing, you’ve literally set a bench press record for our gym. I, Da Zhuang, am truly convinced by you!” Da Zhuang, his eyes ablaze with zeal, looked at Zhao Dong after he’d thrown down the barbell.

130 kilograms, as a professional fitness coach, he could only bench press up to eighty or ninety kilograms at most. He hadn’t expected Zhao Dong, who previously could only press fifty kilograms, to suddenly explode in strength as though he’d taken some sort of aphrodisiac, actually benching an unbelievable 130 kilograms, outperforming even the foreigner built like a bear earlier on.

“Hehe, 130 kilograms, what of it? Sadly, you know nothing about true strength,” said another foreign man coldly, dousing Da Zhuang’s excitement with a bucket of cold water as he saw his surprised face.

“Come on! Bring it on! I’m ready whenever you are!” Zhao Dong drew a weak breath and then said to the larger foreigner.

“Haha, since you’re so overconfident, let me show you the real limits of strength, Yan Country weakling,” the foreigner laughed arrogantly, his face marked with a sarcastic sneer.

Although he was talking, his movements were quick; he swiftly loaded the barbell with several heavy plates.

Da Zhuang took a closer look and disbelief flashed across his eyes. This foreigner had actually increased the barbell’s weight to 180 kilograms.

Fortunately, the gym used the best extended alloy bars, or else they wouldn’t have been able to fit such heavy weights.

“180 kilograms, how about that, weakling? Saw what a real powerhouse is now?” the foreigner boasted confidently as he shook his wrists, not forgetting to taunt Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong’s face was full of anger, but seeing that the foreigner had already lain down on the bench press, he decided to watch what would come of the foreigner’s live bench press first.

“Haha, let me show you what being Hercules is all about!” the foreigner bragged before raising his unnaturally thick arms and started doing the bench press with grunt after grunt.

Despite his immense strength, 180 kilograms was nearly his limit. His muscles tensed to their limits, channeling all his strength into his arms.

Whirring.

He’d already shown off his stellar 180-kilogram achievement and thought that now, there’d be no one else bold enough to challenge him. And yet, here was Xu Fan, a slender and refined young man, calmly stepping forward without the slightest hint of fear.

“How about 250 kilograms? Can you do that?” Xu Fan asked the foreigner indifferently.

“Are you joking? That’s not a strength humans can achieve,” the foreigner scoffed at Xu Fan’s words, dismissing them completely. Even he couldn’t lift a 200-kilogram barbell, let alone 250 kilograms.

Xu Fan was clearly talking nonsense.

“Since you can’t do it, how about if I can, I tattoo the words weakling and idiot on both of your faces? And then you kneel and kowtow three times before me,” Xu Fan said lightly.

“Haha, you want to play, huh? If you can’t do it, how about tasting our special vintage instead?” the foreigner laughed heartily at Xu Fan’s challenge.

He’d never seen anyone able to lift 250 kilograms before, and even if such a person existed in the world, they wouldn’t look as skinny as Xu Fan.

So he was confident he wouldn’t lose.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Xu Fan clapped his hands.

“OK!” The foreigner also laughed and picked up more weight plates, adding them to the barbell.

After reaching 250 kilograms, he even lifted it by hand to verify its heaviness, realizing it was indeed very heavy and even he didn’t have the strength to move it.

Da Zhuang looked at Xu Fan, thinking he must be joking.

In Da Zhuang’s mind, he had never seen anyone who could lift 250 kilograms.

But then Da Zhuang glanced at Zhao Dong. He saw a look of indifference on Zhao Dong’s face as he mockingly surveyed both foreigners, as if contemplating where the inscriptions would fit best.