Chapter 93: Only My Unique Method Chapter 93: Divine Strength Unmatched

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Around Chen Yi, a sea of people instantly surrounded him.

The originally crowded gym suddenly emptied out a lot of equipment.

Some took the chance to train, but more still looked toward the bench press area.

100 kilograms is a standard many can reach through prolonged training, but 120 kilograms already makes one a strongman among experts.

Watching weightlifters' performance tells you that once weight reaches the limit, every increase of 0.25 kilograms is a challenge.

170 kilograms is enough to make 99% of people back away.

It's like middle schoolers seeing relativity theory — glancing at the summary is fine, but other actions that waste time are unnecessary.

As for how many rapid bench press reps, that has a huge gap from max bench press.

The military doctor called Lao Liu came running, feeling all over Chen Yi's arms, checking if he was injured from overexertion.

Stanik secretly weighed things up: the Flag Bearer strongmen trained by the Holy See could supposedly lift 350 pounds, which calculates to just under 160 kilograms.

He used the Holy See's secret herbal formula, but limited by body weight, he could only bench 300 pounds, 137 kilograms.

Moreover, these numbers are at most two or three reps; for real training, they still use weights not exceeding 120 kilograms.

Just seeing Chen Yi easily bench 170 kilograms for 5 reps shows he hasn't reached his limit — this number is terrifying.

Supposedly in the NFL, the strongest players can bench 700 pounds, nearly 320 kilograms. But those are strongmen; who knows how much steroids they've taken — they've almost detached from normal humans.

A burst of cheers suddenly rose from the crowd.

It was Lao Liu announcing: no problems at all.

Worship of strength gave everyone a feeling of shared glory.

Dameng, the fireman who squeezed into the crowd, was the whole regiment's bench press record holder — 185 kilograms, but he could only do one rep. 170 kilograms for 5 consecutive reps, he never even dreamed of.

Now seeing Chen Yi was fine, Dameng was both happy and envious, blocking the front of a crowd, extending his thick dark arms, laughing: "Brother, let's arm wrestle?"

The crowd clamored, even Chen Yi's own instructor was screaming wildly in the crowd.

Not giving face, it seemed he couldn't get away. Besides, he still needed a favor from them.

Chen Yi looked at Big Brother.

The latter said helplessly: "You're born with divine strength, kid, just play around."

"Then let's do it." Chen Yi moved his arm.

Did 5 reps of 170 kilograms bench press, what's there to be squeamish about.

"Here, here." Dameng grinned like a colander, a bunch of people like stirred-up ants collectively shifted to the gym center, found a flat table and started.

Chen Yi sat in position, and three layers inside and three layers outside surrounded him.

He decided on a quick victory, so he directly extended his arm, placed it on the table, ready to begin.

Unfortunately Dameng didn't want it that simple.

He first cupped fists to salute all around, then shouted loudly: "Today we test if we can push a 350-jin man; if I, Dameng, luckily win, I'll make Braised Pork three times in a row."

Everyone praised, Chen Yi's original sympathy points instantly vanished completely, everyone one-sidedly supported Braised Pork.

Amidst cheers, Dameng grabbed Chen Yi's hand, laughing heartily: "Little brother, if you win, I'll host, all the Braised Pork you can eat."

"Good." The soldiers all shouted.

Like this, Chen Yi really felt bad winning too easily.

Waiting for the referee's command, he didn't use full strength in his right arm.

Dameng likewise tentatively added strength slowly, the two deadlocked for 30 seconds, then gradually entered the decisive phase.

At this point, Chen Yi seemed to use six or seven parts strength; he added a layer of force, and his arm began bending leftward.

The soldiers' shouts weakened a bit, then quickly turned back, cheering for Chen Yi again.

Such a young student, even fiercer than Dameng, is rarely seen.

Chen Yi laughed twice, strength eased a little, but didn't let the opponent exert force, just gradually pressed down.

When reaching eight or nine parts strength, Dameng couldn't persist, his hand went "pa" and was pinned on the table.

Chen Yi hehe'd twice, shook his hand standing up, laughing: "Born with divine strength, I won."

"Truly formidable." Dameng still laughed heartily, moving his arm while pulling him: "Today you must taste my Braised Pork, Grandpa Mao's Braised Pork, absolutely authentic."

"It's almost 10 o'clock." Chen Yi declined, wanting to leave low-key early.

Dameng just wouldn't agree, shaking his head: "Rare to get out of the barracks, we have no curfew, eat meat, play a bit more, tomorrow we're good men again. I tell you, pork, especially fatty pork, that's the good stuff for building strength..."

Familiar soldiers clamored to eat meat together, he agreed to all, patting his chest: "Dameng's happy today, my treat, count everyone in, let's go eat meat."

No one was polite with him, the gym instantly emptied by half.

Chen Yi was dragged along helplessly, head spinning, just then he spotted Stanik.

The handsome foreigner with a head of blond hair, in the gym like a caged lion. He shook his head uneasily, wanting to leave yet not wanting to leave.

Chen Yi strongly suspected the Europeans who attacked him that day were Vatican's people — after all, 19 big men, not yellow race, how could they spring from rocks? Must take an organization of Vatican's scale.

However, his guess was merely a guess; besides similar race and large organization, the Vatican appeared to have no connection to the kidnapping incident.

On the contrary, the "Human Development Research Society" where Jin Douna belongs was the confirmed attacker.

If it were before, Chen Yi would probably keep suspicions in his heart, waiting for future revelation.

But after practicing Body Technique, his confidence was enough to let him choose whether to catalyze this step.

After lightning-fast thought, Chen Yi shouted in Chinese mixed with English: "Stanik, come taste Chinese Braised Pork."

The handsome foreigner froze for a moment, then nodded heavily and said, "Okay."

He could not let himself off the hook, dodging Chen Yi, especially when he had not yet figured out his situation.

Chen Yi's demand forced him to make a decision from another angle.

The soldiers looked curiously at the handsome foreigner, but ultimately the braised pork was more attractive, and they continued following Dameng away.

Chen Heng was caught off guard and dragged along; only when they reached the apartment dormitory at the back did he pull Chen Yi around to look him over, saying, "When you were a kid, I never discovered you had innate divine strength."

"If I'd had innate divine strength as a kid, I'd have beaten you to death." Chen Yi waved his fist viciously.

The group chatted and laughed; Chen Yi secretly sent Tang Xiongfei a text message, then attached the only Listening Scroll he had brought today, popped a Green Breath Berry, and slowly approached Stanik.

At some unknown point, the roles of attacker and defender between the two had actually reversed.

Before, it was Stanik chasing Chen Yi to probe him; now it was completely the opposite.

Chen Yi, with a kind of confident high posture, asked in English with a smile, "Why are you still at the gymnasium so late?"

"After practicing fencing, I train my leg muscles a bit more." The handsome foreigner replied in English.

Chen Yi obviously couldn't understand such complex vocabulary, so he asked again in Chinese, "What?"

Stanik laughed heartily, feeling slightly more relaxed, then said, "Actually fencing is a very good sport; interested in trying the Fencing Club?"

"Is fencing very difficult? Practiced from childhood?"

"That's right."

"What age did you start practicing at?"

Stanik hesitated a moment, then answered truthfully, "Nine years old."

"Learning the Bible and such at the same time?"

"Yes."

"What about math, physics, chemistry and the like?" Chen Yi felt that was too Chinese, so he added an explanation: "I mean science?"

"Learned them together." Stanik had the feeling of being interrogated by the police.

But the bad thing was, he found himself a bit unable to extricate himself from this situation.

In a situation that was not completely hostile, the Green Breath Berry had some effect, making it so he would not just flick his sleeves and leave.

Chen Yi focused his gaze on the handsome foreigner, striving to exert the Listening Scroll's power, and still asked the target, "Wouldn't that be very hard?"

"You get used to it."

Chen Yi suddenly blurted out a killer question: "Then what about the other children?"

"Everyone is very hard-pressed." Stanik finished speaking, then realized he had fallen for Chen Yi's trick, and angrily stood up at once.

Many children started training together from age nine; this was obviously not the Holy See's popular education.

Chen Yi pressed down on his shoulder, smiling, "Don't get excited, take it slow."

Stanik stood firm, then bit by bit was pressed by Chen Yi into sitting on the chair.

This was an extremely painful process, especially the final stage, when the handsome foreigner went "Bang!" and was smashed down into the seat.

This shocked him extraordinarily.

Over ten years of training seemed to have no effect at all at this moment.

Stanik couldn't help asking, "Who trained you?"

At the same time, Chen Yi heard a phrase: "Gene Strength?"

Recalling, it seemed Liu Xinyu had also mentioned something about genes.

Couldn't figure it out for now; Chen Yi first shrugged with a grin, laughing, "Innate divine strength."

Just as Stanik was about to say something more, Dameng shouted loudly, "Braised pork is ready!"

Chen Yi took the chance to slip away; before leaving he grabbed Stanik's arm, and while Stanik struggled fiercely, said, "I know those Europeans were sent by you; this account, we'll settle later."

"What are you talking about, I don't understand." The handsome foreigner kept a straight face, spirit highly concentrated.

Chen Yi secretly sighed; the Level 3 Listening Scroll still wasn't strong enough — when the other party had strong hostility, it was too hard to listen for useful information.

Dameng's braised pork was indeed delicious.

A group of muscular men who should have been eating high-protein food, disregarding the hard work of the past few days going to waste, wolfed down a fierce meal.

Chen Yi held his belly and left the Small Gymnasium, laughing heartily, "Big bro, does that mean starting tomorrow I don't have to go to military training?"

"Starting tomorrow, you're a member of the Military Service Department, responsible for liaising between students and instructors from now on..." Chen Heng said, coughed twice, laughed, "Yes, starting tomorrow you don't have to go."

Chen Yi excitedly slapped his big brother's shoulder hard, saying, "From the money I earned tonight, I'll take 20% out as a promotion fund for you."

"That's great." Chen Heng still didn't know how much his second brother's so-called 20% actually was.

He saw Chen Yi take out over 50 million RMB for household expenses, supposedly two months' income; roughly calculated, that was about six or seven hundred thousand RMB a day, 20% just over 100,000 — not much.

Once he finds out, his expression will be completely different from now.

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