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A hundred and twenty kilograms was nothing to Jiang Wuchen. A normal warrior's punch would have the strength of five hundred kilograms, and as a martial master, his full strength punch would have the strength of at least fifteen hundred kilograms!

A mere weight of over a hundred kilograms could be easily lifted.

"This is used to train the pectoral muscles." Jiang Wuchen stood up from his seat.

"What about this?" Young Master Zheng pointed to a bedroom to push it, "Don't tell me they are there to practice lifting weights?"

"Of course not, this is lying on top of it. Using one's arm to push the barbell is also used to train the muscles of the chest and arms." Jiang Wuchen explained.

"Oh, Brother Chen, how much weight can you push?"

"This... I really haven't tried it. "

Qiu Lin jumped down and took off his fist, both of his hands were wrapped around a black gauntlet, with a very professional look, "Do you want to try?"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head and said uninterested: "Forget it."

"Hehehe, normal martial artists are already considered experts if they can push 100 kg. One must know that Tyson's weight is only 130 kg. Get me a hundred kilograms! " Qiu Lin smiled and lied down.

One of the bodyguards immediately added the barbell plate.

A hundred kilograms would be hard for both of them to carry. Qiu Lin held it tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and instantly pushed it forward a few times.

Although it was only a few times, his face was already the color of a pig's liver, and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

After placing the barbell down, Qiu Lin stood up and looked at Jiang Wuchen sharply: "Student, I heard that you've practiced before, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Wuchen frowned, this look was filled with provocation, a little bodyguard actually dared to provoke him? A tiger being bullied by a dog.

Young Master Zheng said, "Ah Lin, are you very angry? This is my Brother Chen, how can you say that? "

Qiu Lin immediately bowed, "I'm sorry young master, I did not have any intention of offending you, I was just asking you."

Jiang Wuchen smiled faintly, "There's no harm in trying, but I think that's a little bit lighter, let's add it to the 200 kilograms."

What?

Add it to 200 kg? World Boxing King Tyson's sleeper is only one hundred and thirty-two kilograms. You want two hundred kilograms? I won't crush you.

The bodyguards around looked at each other, Qiu Lin laughed, then touched his eyebrows and laughed: 200 kg? "Are you sure?"

"Forget it, I'll just add as much as I can." Jiang Wuchen said.

How much and how much?

Hahaha.

Qiu Lin laughed again, "Good, good, good. Add him. Cough cough … What's Jiang again? Hehe, it doesn't matter anymore. Classmate, if I add 200 kilograms to you, what will happen if you can't move it? "

"What do you think we should do?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

If you can't push it, then bring out three thousand yuan. After work tonight, we'll treat everyone to a drink. Uh, I might go with the boss to Australia, but I can still make you happy.

"No problem. What if he does?"

"Uh, this … I'll give you three thousand dollars. "

"No need, just learn to bark."

"What?" Qiu Lin was instantly enraged.

Jiang Wuchen said indifferently: "Since you are a dog, then you must learn how to bark. Oh right, you do not need me to teach you?"

"Hey, boy, you are so arrogant …"

Qiu Lin immediately stopped him, and stared straight at Jiang Wuchen: "Alright, as long as you can move it, I will dog bark."

Jiang Wuchen laid down, covering the barbell with both hands.

"Brother Chen, you …" Young Master Zheng was about to say a few more tactful words, but he was stopped by Jiang Wuchen's cold and stern gaze.

A few bodyguards laughed as they watched, Qiu Lin's face carried arrogance.

In the next second, Jiang Wuchen gently grabbed the barbell, and with a twist of his arms, he said, "One."

One song after another, "Two."

"Three, four, five …"

"Huh?"

Everyone was immediately shocked, the two hundred kilogram barbell in Jiang Wuchen's hands was raised up easily like a toy. Qiu Lin's eyeballs almost rolled down when he saw it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. This was four hundred kilograms …

"Wait a moment." Qiu Lin shouted.

"Twenty!" Jiang Wuchen pushed twenty of them, then placed the barbell back down, his face not red nor did he jump, he stood up and clapped, "Learn."

"Huh?" Qiu Lin was immediately embarrassed, "Wait a moment." Two hundred kilos of weight. He pushed it a few times, but it wouldn't budge.

His face was burning with embarrassment, and he immediately stood up, continuing to speak stubbornly: "Pushing the barbell is useless, it's just strength is great, true kung fu is often used to deal with the enemy in one move, or four or four times a thousand catties. Let's go up on stage, we can exchange two moves, and if we lose, I'll just lie down and start barking."

"Sigh." Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "Must we do this?"

"If you don't dare, then forget it."

"You should have learned from the dog first …"

"I'm just learning from your head. If you have the guts, come up on stage and fight!" Qiu Lin was immediately furious. He was the leader of the bodyguards, and came to the Zheng Family from the special forces three years ago. Out of the dozen or so bodyguards here, none of them were his match.

"Ah Lin, shut up!" Young Master Zheng shouted. In reality, these bodyguards only respected him on the surface, and had scolded him as an idiot.

Seeing that their captain was about to be humiliated, the group of bodyguards all puffed up their chests, looking eager to give it a try, as if they did not put Young Master Zheng in their eyes.

"You're a dog, you don't even have the appearance of a dog. If you let me go, sooner or later I will turn you around!" "Fine, I'll educate you guys for Old Zheng." Jiang Wuchen said coldly, "There's no need to go up on the stage. It's a waste of time, all of you come at once."

"F * ck, he's so f * cking crazy."

"Brother Lin, let me learn from him." A burly man stood out. He was of the meat shield type, with a height of 195 meters. The muscles on his body were exceptionally well-developed, like those of rocks.

"How dare you!" Jiang Wuchen bellowed, and punched forward.

This punch was extremely fast, and the few people only felt a blur before their eyes. This man had been punched in the chest by Jiang Wuchen, and his body weight of 200 kilograms flew 5 meters away. With a bang, he knocked over a Treadmill and fell to the ground.

The scene was deathly silent.

Jiang Wuchen released his hand and looked at Qiu Lin.

Gulp.

Qiu Lin swallowed his saliva in shock. The man that was struck down by Jiang Wuchen was nicknamed Tank, he had a body of over two hundred kilograms, had rough skin and thick flesh, and his ability to withstand attacks was not weak.

Such a Giant Man was sent flying with a single punch from Jiang Wuchen.

"There are two choices. One is to lie down and bark like a dog. The second one is to lie down and bark like a dog after getting beaten up by me." Jiang Wuchen said coldly.

"This... Just now … "This …" Looking at Jiang Wuchen's cold gaze, Qiu Lin's fighting spirit disappeared, "This is a misunderstanding, young master, what do you think?"

Jiang Wuchen said: "I'll count to three. One, two, three."

In the end, Qiu Lin did not kneel in front of so many people.