Chapter 206: 206 Provocation of the Foreign Hunk _1

Chapter 206: Chapter 206 Provocation of the Foreign Hunk _1

Zhao Dong didn’t care in the slightest about the disdainful eyes of the two foreigners, quickly seating himself on the bench press bench and then gradually lying down, his hands firmly gripping the barbell rod.

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.



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.