Urban Most Awesome Dad - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Dare to Arm Wrestle with Me?_1

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Xu Fan stood quietly in front of the barbell, without lying down on the bench at all.

Seeing Xu Fan’s indifferent demeanor, the two foreigners thought he was scared, so they mocked him, “Yan Country weakling, no need to look anymore, 250 kilograms, even three of you couldn’t lift it. Hurry up and find a cup to catch a drink from our bodies’ fine brew.”

“Haha, a frog in a well cannot discuss the ocean, a summer insect cannot discuss ice. I will show you now what strength is,” Xu Fan said lightly, extending two fingers and placing them beneath the barbell.

“Lift!” Xu Fan’s fingers gently lifted.

The 250-kilogram barbell rested on Xu Fan’s fingers as if it were a mere pencil, effortlessly lifted by him.

Though Xu Fan had already reached the Qi Practicing Realm, his physical strength had in fact not been up to 250 kilograms. Fortunately, this morning, Xu Fan had just absorbed a Pei Yuan Pill that greatly enhanced his physical condition. Now, Xu Fan’s physical strength was greatly increased, making the weight of 250 kilograms a trifle.

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In the amazed gazes of the onlookers, Xu Fan effortlessly lifted the 250-kilogram barbell to the height of his nose with just two fingers.

The two foreigners were staring in disbelief.

The bench press requires not only the strength of the arms but also the engagement of the waist and back muscles, almost the full body’s effort.

If they were asked to lift it with two fingers, they probably wouldn’t have been able to lift even 50 kilograms. The strength Xu Fan displayed was almost unimaginable to them.

“This is impossible, there must be something wrong with the barbell!” Foreigner number one shouted loudly, looking at Xu Fan as if he were a fraud. The strength to hold up 250 kilograms with two fingers absolutely surpassed the limits of his understanding, so he was convinced that Xu Fan was up to some trickery.

“I need to check the equipment!” Foreigner number two also approached Xu Fan, closely examining the barbell for any possible contraption.

“You want to check it, fine, catch!” With a light flick of his two fingers by Xu Fan, the barbell was flung directly toward the foreigner.

The 250-kilogram barbell smashed straight towards the chest of foreigner number two.

“Shit!” The foreigner shouted loudly as the barbell slammed into him, sending him to the ground.

With a loud “thud,” the barbell heavily hit the rubber floor of the gym, shaking it. Luckily, the elastic rubber absorbed much of the kinetic energy.

Still, where the barbell fell, it left two deep dents.

The muscular foreigner number two almost had his waist broken, lying on the floor and groaning in pain.

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“Impossible, how could a Yan Country weakling possess such tremendous strength? Could it be that you know ‘Yan Country Kung Fu’?” The standing foreigner looked at Xu Fan with fear plastered across his face.

“Why waste words, hurry up and get lost!” Xu Fan said coldly to him.

After all, the two foreigners had lots of tattoos on their bodies; adding a couple of Yan Country characters wouldn’t look too out of place.

“No, there might be a trick with the barbell. I don’t believe it. You have to arm wrestle with me, then I’ll believe it’s your own strength!” Foreigner number one looked at Xu Fan warily. Although he knew he had lost, he still found it hard to believe that Xu Fan could exert such immense power with just two fingers.

“I don’t like people bargaining with me, but since you’ve asked, I’ll accommodate you. However, if the person arm wrestling is too weak and gets hurt, they’re responsible for their own injuries!” Xu Fan said coldly to the foreigner.

“Alright! I am the arm-wrestling champion of the pubs in Bavarian State, unbeaten till now. I’ve snapped wrists, not a hundred, but definitely eighty, you can’t intimidate me!” the foreign guy spoke to Xu Fan with a ferocity that belied his inner nervousness. Ultimately, he didn’t believe that what happened earlier was Xu Fan’s true strength. Although he couldn’t figure out how Xu Fan cheated to lift the barbell with just two fingers, he still wanted to use arm-wrestling to truly test Xu Fan’s limits.

If Xu Fan really had such strength, then it would be normal for him to lose, but if Xu Fan relied on cheating to lift the barbell, then he would not let Xu Fan off easily.

“Get a table!” Xu Fan said to Da Zhuang casually.

“Okay!” Da Zhuang, seeing Xu Fan’s cold expression, didn’t dare to disobey and scuttled to fetch a thick wooden table.

Zhao Dong also brought two stools over from the resting area nearby.

“Come on!” Xu Fan was the first to place his arm on the table, taunting the foreigner in front of him.

“Stop posturing; let’s see how I expose your little magic trick!” The foreigner warmed up his broad arms, took a seat with a thud, and stretched out his arm towards Xu Fan.

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Without comparison, there’s no harm, but now with their arms together, Da Zhuang and Zhao Dong could clearly see that Xu Fan’s arm was almost half the thickness of the foreigner’s—or even more.

Da Zhuang glanced at Zhao Dong with some uncertainty; in his mind, a young man with slim arms and legs like Xu Fan simply couldn’t beat the foreign hulk.

There’s an old saying: no arm can twist a leg. His arm was thicker than Xu Fan’s leg, and even a child could tell that Xu Fan had almost no chance of winning this arm-wrestling match.

But Zhao Dong had a smile from ear to ear, not the slightest bit worried.

He had witnessed Xu Fan’s strength twice before, taking down six men in an instant—the power was simply inhuman.

For Xu Fan, arm-wrestling with an ordinary mortal was as easy as an adult bullying a child.

If it weren’t for these two foreigners calling Yan Country weaklings and provoking a confrontation, why would Xu Fan personally step in to teach them a lesson?

Now it was too late. The foreigner’s hand was already clasped with Xu Fan’s, and Zhao Dong could already foresee what would happen next.

“Ready!” Da Zhuang raised one of his arms and started the countdown: “3… 2… 1… Start!”

At the command, Xu Fan’s hand quickly pressed the arm twice his thickness towards the table.

There was not even a moment of resistance; the foreigner’s arm was just two centimeters from the surface.

The foreigner’s face turned red, seemingly attempting a desperate resistance.

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Xu Fan could have easily pushed his arm down on the table, but it wouldn’t be fun to let him lose straight away.

Seeing the foreigner exerting himself in resistance, Xu Fan applied a twist.

“Crack!” A sound of a bone snapping echoed.

“Aaaah! My arm!” The foreigner screamed in agony.