Chapter 353

The weight was slowly added on, and Huang Xiaoming watched with a dry mouth and tongue.

Damn it, he couldn't even lift it!

Yet the figure in the corner shook his head again and again.

He was very dissatisfied.

He couldn't say a word now; his expression was shaken, and his body was completely frozen in place.

Little Brother Qin...

Just how fierce is he?!

Soon, reality gave him the answer.

Qin Mu added the weight up to one hundred kilograms, grabbed both ends of the barbell firmly with his hands, took a deep breath, and lifted it up with ease.

Arms straight, he lifted it upward.

One!

Two!

Three!

(ahef) One set!

Two sets!

After a full two sets, Qin Mu put it back.

Clatter!

At this moment, Huang Xiaoming was dumbfounded, and the towel draped over his shoulder slid down his arm to the floor.

Yet he had no reaction at all.

His gaze was incredibly dull.

Holy crap!

Holy, holy crap!

One hundred kilograms clean and jerk!

Two sets!

Moreover, looking at Little Brother Qin, he wasn't the least bit tired; he looked quite relaxed!

What kind of level is this?!

Huang Xiaoming didn't know, but he could definitely be crushed by him!

"Brother Xiaoming, you're here."

At this time, Qin Mu turned around and greeted him with a smile.

"I... I'm here."

Huang Xiaoming hurriedly picked up the towel, twitched the corners of his mouth, and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He suddenly didn't want to work out anymore.

It was too demoralizing!

"Perfect."

"Brother Xiaoming, come give me a hand; I want to try bench pressing."

Qin Mu called out.

For bench pressing, having someone nearby to help is much more convenient and safe.

Especially for someone like him who is seeking to verify heavy weights.

"Okay."

Huang Xiaoming responded woodenly.

His brain had already crashed.

Soon, Qin Mu made preparations and lay down on the flat bench.

"Little Brother Qin, how much weight?"

After coming back to his senses, Huang Xiaoming also seriously threw himself into the spotting work.

He was very curious.

Little Brother Qin, what level can his bench press reach?

"One hundred and twenty kilograms, I suppose."

Qin Mu said indifferently.

Bench press strength is greater than clean and jerk strength.

Therefore, he started directly from a high weight.

"O... okay."

Huang Xiaoming was stunned.

His own limit was only around one hundred and twenty or thirty.

What a gap.

A moment later, Qin Mu grabbed the barbell and began his first attempt.

Immediately after, he shook his head.

It was light.

"Add more."

"Add how much?"

"Ten kilograms."

Huang Xiaoming didn't stop for a second.

After adding the weight, he lifted it again.

"Keep adding."

"How much?"

"Brother Xiaoming, take it slow, just add ten each time."

Qin Mu laughed.

Hearing this, Huang Xiaoming didn't want to talk.

Adding twenty jin at once!

You call this taking it slow?!

Are you kidding me!

And so...

"Add."

"Add more."

"Still adding."

"..."

Soon, the weight reached one hundred and eighty kilograms.

Huang Xiaoming tremblingly wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave a bitter smile.

This was already equivalent to the weight of two of him!

Yet Little Brother Qin...

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

Two sets completed.

Relaxed, comfortable.

"That's about enough."

After Qin Mu put it back, he stood up calmly.

He didn't continue to add weight.

Having a rough idea in his own mind was enough.

After all, Huang Xiaoming was standing right there, his jaw almost hitting the floor.