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The barbell now totaled 70 kilograms, a weight that, for gym enthusiasts like Zhao Dong with an average physique, would typically be a bench press limit.

Zhao Dong gripped the rod tightly, exerting a bit of strength in his arms, and the 70-kilogram barbell was surprisingly lifted with ease by Zhao Dong.

“Brother Dong, according to the rules, you need to do ten in a row for it to be considered a standard completion,” Da Zhuang looked at Zhao Dong with surprise. Zhao Dong was still lifting the 70-kilogram barbell effortlessly; it seemed Brother Dong had indeed become stronger.

“1, 2, 3, …9, 10,” Da Zhuang whispered the counts.

With a concerted effort from his hands, Zhao Dong completed the ten lifts with incredible speed, something almost impossible for Da Zhuang, a personal trainer at the gym, to match.

Now, Zhao Dong’s strength and explosive power had surpassed the muscular Da Zhuang.

“Heh, merely 70 kilograms, even if lifted, it won’t change the fact of being a weakling,” the foreigner sneered at Zhao Dong, contemptuously letting out a few words.

“Bring me 120 kilograms,” ordered the other foreigner, gesturing to Da Zhuang and pointing at the dumbbell plates on the ground.

Although Da Zhuang was quite displeased with these two foreigners, as the referee he couldn’t say much, and proficiently added the weight plates to make it 120 kilograms.

Internally, he was thinking bitterly: Drop dead, you grandson.

120 kilograms was almost a weight only professional weightlifting teams could lift. In ordinary gyms, it was almost impossible to find someone who could bench press 120 kilograms. In the gym of Yulou Ancient Town, there was only one big shot that could bench press 100 kilograms, but he wasn’t here today.

Even if he were, he couldn’t reach the terrifying height of 120 kilograms.

After Zhao Dong stood up, the foreigner who had spoken earlier wiped his palms and laid down on the bench press bench with ease.

“Watch closely, weaklings!” the foreigner said rudely to Zhao Dong before gripping the dumbbell rod.

The dumbbells were now loaded with 120 kilograms by Da Zhuang, looking extremely bulky.

The foreigner bent his arms, his robust muscles tightly contracting, and he instantly lifted the 120-kilogram barbell.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, the nearly 200-pound foreign strongman was huffing and puffing as he lifted the 120-kilogram barbell, repeatedly performing ten bench presses, and then with a clang, he set the heavy barbell on the rack.

Da Zhuang’s eyes were glued; 120 kilograms, ah! Even if all the gyms in Zhonghai City were added together, there wouldn’t be ten men who could bench 120 kilograms, excluding professional athletes. Rarely would ordinary people reach such high strength requirements in training.

After completing the 120-kilogram bench press, the foreigner stood up and gave Zhao Dong a provocative look, fiercely flipping him the middle finger.

“Hey, Yan Country weakling, now you’ve witnessed true strength,” he said.

Upon hearing his words, anger surged in Zhao Dong’s heart.

Although he himself didn’t know to what extent his strength had increased, the challenge from the detestable foreigner made Zhao Dong feel that if he didn’t put down this arrogance, he wouldn’t live up to the name Xiao Bawang of Yulou Ancient Town.

“Da Zhuang, add another ten kilograms to the barbell for me!” Zhao Dong said to Da Zhuang with determination.

“Brother Zhao, that’s 130 kilograms, and you only weigh a little over 60 kilograms. How could you possibly lift something more than twice your body weight? Just let it go, the physical constitution of foreigners is indeed better than us Yan Country people. I think it’s not worth competing with them over this temporary pride,” Da Zhuang said, not adding a plate to the barbell but instead trying to persuade Zhao Dong.

Because he knew deep down what 130 kilograms meant. This was nearly twice Zhao Dong’s weight. If he could lift it, he might as well switch careers and become an athlete.

Although Da Zhuang wasn’t a particularly impressive fitness coach, he could still roughly gauge a person’s strength level by the shape of their muscles.

The key muscle groups on Zhao Dong were not developed at all, the fact that he could lift a 70-kilogram dumbbell was already impressive. Adding 60 kilograms suddenly, it seemed impossible.

“Da Zhuang, add it for me!” Zhao Dong once again said to Da Zhuang loudly, his face wearing a resolute expression.

“Alright, Brother Zhao, don’t force yourself if you can’t lift it, and don’t hurt your body,” Da Zhuang cautioned Zhao Dong while he added round plates to the barbell.

“Don’t worry, today I’ll show this foreigner that although we people of Yan Country are small in stature, we can still outdo these big, dumb foreigners,” Zhao Dong said fiercely, lying down on the bench press chair.

This time, the barbell, loaded with nearly double the weight he had previously lifted at 70 kilograms, felt significantly heavier in his hands.

At that moment, Xu Fan’s gaze also slowly shifted to Zhao Dong.

The words of those two foreigners had likewise displeased Xu Fan. At heart, he was still a Yan Country native. Those two foreigners disparaged Yan Country people right in his presence, which was as good as cursing a monk to his face. Had Zhao Dong not been there first, he would have gone over to teach those foreigners a lesson himself.

Today, two foreigners, Sandru and Mackenzie, had already been sent to heaven, back to God’s embrace for underestimating Xu Fan.

Xu Fan feared no foreigner.

By then, Zhao Dong had firmly grasped the 130-kilogram barbell. With a heavy grunt, the muscles in his arms gathered fiercely, and with a swoosh, he lifted the heavy barbell into the air.

Then one, another, another…

Despite having taken the Strengthening Pill, Zhao Dong still found the 130-kilogram weight somewhat unbearable, but he continued to grit his teeth and persevere, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead profusely.

For the first few reps, Zhao Dong was able to hold on. By the sixth rep, he felt that he had drained all his strength and really wanted to throw that iron weight away.

But seeing the mocking looks in the eyes of the two foreigners next to him, a new force burst forth within Zhao Dong’s body, driving him to continue.

On the seventh rep, Zhao Dong breathed heavily.

On the eighth rep, his sweat had dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision.

By the ninth rep, Zhao Dong could no longer feel his arms, only relying on his obstinate will to keep going.

When he reached the tenth rep, Zhao Dong had almost no strength left, and both his arms seemed to tremble slightly.

Yet the barbell, weighing 130 kilograms, still persisted through the tremors, and he completed the tenth bench press.

With a “bang”, the heavy barbell was thrown back onto the rack, and Zhao Dong’s body was drenched in sweat as if it were raining, almost passing out.