Chapter 208: Baifeng Tribe

Because everyone's enthusiasm was extremely high, they were originally arranged to watch from the city wall, but now the area around the field below was also packed with people, especially at the weightlifting spot, where Baifeng couldn't even see what was happening inside.

However, Baifeng coughed once, and the crowd very tactfully squeezed out a path for Baifeng to enter the very center to watch.

As soon as Baifeng entered, someone with sharp eyes and a quick mind ran out immediately, and before long, brought a chair over for Baifeng. Baifeng expressed his approval of the person's actions; no one around felt that the person was sucking up, but rather felt annoyed, wondering why they hadn't thought of it themselves.

With Baifeng watching on-site, the weightlifting contestants put in even more effort. The stone barbells, which looked very heavy, were pulled straight up by them with sheer force; there was no technique, just pure deadlifting, and then they were lifted straight up above their heads. After the clansman acting as staff counted down three times, they slowly lowered it back down instead of throwing it directly onto the ground.

Because throwing it down directly could cause the loosely fitted stone slabs to fall off, and it was also possible to shatter the stone slabs. Previously, someone had thrown it directly onto the ground, chipping off a large piece of stone, and was ultimately expelled from the competition field on the charge of damaging competition equipment. Even though lowering it slowly was harder than lifting it, everyone had to grit their teeth and persist for the sake of their competition eligibility.

Baifeng saw that everyone's posture was not standard, and since it appeared that not too many stone slabs had been added yet, it was completely pressure-free for Baifeng, because his own strength was already at the top level of the tribe.

So he stood up, clapped his hands, and told the onlookers that he would demonstrate how weightlifting should be done. He also stated that he would not add more weight, nor would he participate in the competition to compete with everyone, so as not to snatch away everyone's rewards. Those who were hopeful of winning the championship breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; after all, with Baifeng's physique, he was indeed very threatening to them.

Baifeng walked behind the stone barbell and first lifted it slightly with his hands to feel the weight, so as not to make a fool of himself by not gauging his strength properly. After roughly estimating the weight, it was not a difficult task for him.

So Baifeng half-squatted to prepare his stance, while also explaining the essentials to everyone. Although he had never practiced weightlifting in his previous life, he had seen pigs run even if he hadn't eaten pork; those various competitions were not watched in vain, especially when cheering for the athletes of his motherland, the weightlifting posture was seen clearly. His own physique could definitely imitate it, and it was absolutely much more useful than a deadlift.

He half-squatted, gripped the wooden pole with both hands, then pulled it to his chest, transitioned from a half-squat to a lunge, subsequently lifted the barbell over his head, and then slowly stood up. The set of movements was smooth and flowing; not only was it energy-saving, but it was also very aesthetically pleasing. However, he could only use brute force to put the barbell down. This series of movements stunned the surrounding crowd; they hadn't expected weightlifting to have such techniques. Those who were eliminated earliest hammered their thighs in annoyance, thinking if they had known about this method, they definitely could have rushed into the finals, while those who still had competition eligibility exclaimed that they had learned something.

Once the demonstration of showing off was over, the stage was handed back to everyone. Baifeng patted the non-existent dust off his hands, returned to his chair, and made a gesture for the next person to continue.

After that person came up, they briefly recalled Baifeng's movements and then perfectly replicated them, lifting it with ease, which even they themselves hadn't expected.

However, once one person learned it, everyone learned it; in fact, the difficulty of the competition had not changed.

The competition entered a white-hot stage. Later on, even the stones were added to the point of almost running out, and one could clearly see the pressure when everyone lifted them. Every time they successfully lowered the barbell, everyone cheered for them from the bottom of their hearts; it was very pure.

At the current weight, even if they didn't lift it successfully, no one would mock them anymore, only feeling it was a pity, because not many people could really lift that weight.

Just as the competition reached the semi-finals and was nearing its end, an accident occurred. The clansman had just pulled the barbell to his chest when it slipped from his hands and smashed onto the ground. The stone slabs scattered, but fortunately, no one was hit.

Originally, the person thought their competition eligibility was gone and was very annoyed, but Baifeng asked if it was because there was too much sweat on the wooden pole that their hand slipped, and the clansman nodded and said yes.

So Baifeng hurriedly had someone go find some quicklime. They didn't have anti-slip powder, so they could only make do with quicklime for now, and indicated to that clansman that they still had a chance and that this time didn't count.

The clansman was pleasantly surprised and repeatedly indicated that they didn't need any quicklime. Subsequently, they grabbed a handful of dry dust from the ground, rubbed the sweat off their hands, and also rubbed the sweat off the wooden pole.

After testing that it wasn't slippery, they indicated they could continue. Since they could do it this way, Baifeng didn't stop them, so he let them start. They lived up to expectations and successfully lifted it and put it down.

The subsequent clansmen followed suit, all using dirt to dry their hands and the pole before starting.

Subsequently, the competition smoothly entered the grand finals. Unexpectedly, when competing for the top three, an accident happened again. Because the weight was too great and it had been used continuously without rest, the wooden pole snapped while being pulled up, and even a stone slab smashed onto that clansman's foot.

Baifeng urgently called a halt to the competition and hurried forward to check. Fortunately, the single stone slab that rolled onto the clansman's foot was not heavy, and with the thick Boot worn in Winter, they didn't suffer a very serious injury, just a limp for now, and it might be swollen for a while afterward.

For everyone's safety, Baifeng decided that this competition would end here, with the three of them tied for first place. But none of them were willing; they were determined to decide a winner. They weren't doing it for those rewards now, because they were all very wealthy; they were just doing it for that honor.

Baifeng couldn't sway them, so he had to have someone go find a good piece of wood again. After it was installed, he repeatedly urged them that if anything felt wrong, they should immediately step back and let go; safety first.

Finally, the competition ended with Baifeng's heart hanging in suspense. That Soldier became third because their foot injury prevented them from using their strength, but they still received everyone's cheers.

To encourage the spirit of those few, Baifeng said that apart from the medal, all other rewards would be distributed according to the first-place standard.

Baifeng hadn't had time to watch the remaining other events before they had already reached the finals, waiting for Baifeng to act as the referee.

Finally, all the competitions for the clansmen and Free Person were successfully concluded. Among them, four Free Person obtained clansman status, and two new clansmen received generous rewards, giving everyone a strong stimulus.

Everyone gained joy, and Baifeng also tested everyone's abilities and expanded the tribe's combat power.

Next was the competition for the Slave. Both clansmen and Slave could go to watch, but many clansmen had no interest, and only a portion of people who hadn't had enough were prepared to go take a look.