Compared to other schools of telekinesis, the fighting system is the easiest way to compete. Whoever is stronger is better.

They can also compete in the ring. But Guan Hong didn't think it was necessary, and from the bottom of his heart, he didn't regard Yang Fan as an equal opponent.

"Want to prove you're not a trash? All right. Guan Hong put several detachable dumbbell plates on top of the barbell, and in the end, the weight of the barbell stopped at 2,000 kilograms.

"I lift ten times, add a hundred kilograms, you lift ten times, continue to add a hundred kilograms, I lift ten more times, and so on to deduce."

"Whoever can't bear it first will get out of the fitness area by himself and don't show up here in the future. Got it? ”

Yang Fan nodded: "Yes." ”

This is the fairest way to compete, one of the two fighting masters must win or lose, there is no tie, and there is nothing to be tricked into.

Someone in the crowd had already begun to sneer: "Dare to compete with Guan Hong? It's really overwhelming. ”

Who doesn't know that Guan Hong is the first person in the power of the Tiger Academy. Even in the Elephant Academy, where the overall level is stronger, there are many martial arts masters who defeat Guan Hong in the ring through skills and more scientific skill combinations, but very few people can be tough with this monster in terms of strength.

In their opinion, Yang Fan is simply humiliating himself.

Bai Lingyang was relatively kind-hearted, and persuaded beside him: "Yang Fan, don't pay attention to him." It's not the first time I've met him. ”

Why couldn't Yang Fan hear the subtext of Bai Lingyang's words? That is, you are not Guan Hong's opponent at all, and it is a white comparison to be in vain, so it is better to endure it.

But he couldn't bear it.

Guan Hong was already sitting on the dumbbell bench, didn't even do warm-up exercises, easily pushed up 2,000 kilograms of dumbbells, and did ten standard bench presses.

"Brother Guan is so handsome!"

Some of the young men and women in the crowd shouted.

"It's your turn, Yang Fan."

"Can you lift a 2,100-kilogram barbell?"

"I think you're going to lose the first round."

There were already people in the crowd who were coaxing, after all, Yang Fan in their impression was a waste who couldn't even lift 1,700 kilograms.

Yang Fan's heartbeat began to accelerate, he sat on the dumbbell bench, and the 2,100 kilogram barbell perpendicular to him was like a big mountain, pressing it heavily, and he felt desperate at a glance.

Perhaps, those people are right, before they listened to the advice of their juniors and entered the gravity tower to forge bones, they would have difficulty pushing even a 1,500-kilogram barbell.

Who would have believed that in just one month, he would be able to rise 600 kilograms of strength? Even if it's me, I can't believe it.

Yang Fan's hands had already grabbed both ends of the barbell.

He began to exert force, pushed up for the first time, and the 2,100-kilogram barbell did not move at all.

"Hell."

Yang Fan scolded in his heart. The barbell was much heavier than he expected.

The second time, the barbell was still stagnant. Yang Fan suddenly felt like an ant trying to push the mountains, no matter how hard he tried, the mountains would not move an inch for themselves.

The originally silent crowd gradually stirred, and Yang Fan heard people's whispered laughter at him again.

The third time, the lever finally moved. Little by little, they left their original positions and ascended towards a higher place.

The 2,100-kilogram barbell is not as heavy as expected.

Yang Fan finished ten bench presses.

As he stepped down from the dumbbell bench, the onlookers erupted in a low exclamation again. No one thought that this guy, who couldn't lift 1,700 kilograms a month ago, would be able to complete 2,100 kilograms a month later.

"How is it possible, six hundred kilograms in a month......"

"Let's hang up, I'll you."

"Could it be that he has been hiding his strength in the academy before?"

In the face of everyone's whispers and doubts, Yang Fan was silent. Only he knew in his heart that the advice given to him by that junior had played far beyond his imagination.

Even Bai Lingyang nodded slightly to himself: "Why didn't I find you so powerful before, Yang, Yang ......"

It's so embarrassing that she even forgot what Yang Fan's name was.

"Oh, that's amazing. Yang Fan. Guan Hong, who was fiddling with his arms, walked over, and it was his turn in the next wave.

Although Yang Fan was able to push a barbell of 2,100 kilograms, it far exceeded Guan Hong's expectations. But that doesn't mean you're going to lose. On the contrary, the stronger the opponent, the more his fighting spirit burns.

"Then it's rare to be serious."

As Guan Hong passed through the crowd, a nearby girl pushed a 100-kilogram dumbbell in front of him like a flattering one.

Guan Hong kicked the dumbbell open, turned around and lifted a 500-kilogram dumbbell from countless instruments, and put it on top of the barbell: "Don't grind and chirp like this, I'll just add 500 kilograms this time." ”

The weight of the barbell suddenly rose to 2,600 kilograms.

Guan Hong sat under a dumbbell bench and completed ten standard bench presses again.

When he stood up, Yang Fan noticed that tiny beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

The monster of power was starting to feel tired, but it was still far from exhaustion.

It was Yang Fan's turn again, and he honestly stacked a hundred kilograms on it. Two thousand seven hundred kilograms was an unimaginable weight for Yang Fan before, but now he actually pushed it up, and pushed ten. When he stepped off the dumbbell bench, Yang Fan's arm began to sore, but he still had some strength left.

The freshman was right when he said to himself, with strong bones, he could withstand more force and push.

Guan Hong was still arrogant and continued to stack five hundred kilograms. When he pushed the first barbell, which had already reached 3,300 kilograms, everyone present screamed.

Worthy of a ...... Monster-like existence.

After ten strokes, Guan Hong's forehead sweated more. But to defeat him, this is not enough, far from enough.

Yang Fan added another 100 kilograms to the barbell, and pushed ten strokes of 3,400 kilograms belonging to him.

The crowd couldn't stop screaming. This is already a veritable fairy fight.

Shangguan Ang raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that this Yang Fan would put Guan Hong in a bitter battle.

Once again, it was Guan Hong's turn to bench press. This time, he was silent for a moment and honestly picked out a hundred kilograms of dumbbell pieces.

Three thousand five hundred kilograms. After pushing these ten times, Guan Hong stepped off the dumbbell bench. He's obviously struggling a lot harder than before.

It was Yang Fan's turn, three thousand six hundred kilograms. He didn't know how many more times he could stack it up. The only thing I can pray for is that Guan Hong, a power monster, will not fall down by himself first.

Ten strokes are done. There were more and more onlookers nearby.