Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 155 Not Weak at All

After Xia Fan took off his sportswear, what appeared in Fukuda's eyes was not the white, weak body with no signs of training as he had imagined.

Broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, tight forearms, and six distinct abdominal muscles...

Although his body is not big, his muscle lines are as smooth and clear as a sculpture, and just the right amount of firmness, neither too exaggerated nor thin, showing a healthy and energetic beauty.

"Hey, this kid must have practiced before! After all this time, you are just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right?"

Just when Fukuroda had a look of horror on his face, a "bang" sound suddenly came from the direction of Shirakawa Rika.

"Sorry, my hand slipped..."

Fukuroda turned around and saw Rika Shirakawa bending over to pick up the dumbbells that had fallen on the ground, staring at him with twinkling eyes...

It’s all because the visual contrast between Xia Fan, who now looks muscular when he takes off his clothes and looks thin when he usually wears clothes, is too great.

"Shirakawa Rika, control your emotions and take a deep breath. You are not the kind of superficial female artist who would be fooled by appearances..."

"As a kendo expert, it's normal for that guy to have six-pack abs."

Shirakawa Rika's face flushed, her breathing was disordered, but her eyes couldn't help but wander back and forth on Xia Fan.

"Ms. Shirakawa, don't look at him, look at me! Although he has some muscles, mine is still bigger! Look at my secret technique of instantly getting blood flowing..."

The angry Fukuroda intentionally or unintentionally struck a few fitness poses, squeezing his muscles to make them fuller, but he couldn't attract her attention at all.

"Hey, when did I have such obvious muscles?"

Without noticing other people's reactions at all, Xia Fan was looking at his "strange" body in the mirrored wall with a puzzled look on his face.

His previous exercise was mainly cardiopulmonary and aerobic, and he had never done any special muscle training with equipment, so he didn't have the well-defined muscles like he has now.

"Could it be, that, the stabbing... no, the effect of being naked?"

"But, is this explosive 'body-strengthening effect' only considered 'weak' to the Lord God?"

The huge figure of "Red God" with bursting muscles subconsciously appeared in Xia Fan's mind, allowing him to draw a conclusion.

[Naked: Apart from this body, there is nothing else. The nature of the red ghost is impure and has a weak effect of strengthening the body. ]

"Well, being strong and energetic is a very useful ability, and it goes well with the other 'protections'."

Recalling the description of "naked", he nodded with satisfaction.

The improvement in physical fitness brought by [Naked Body] and the precise control of [Shed Puppet] fit well during exercise.

Although I haven't tested it, I believe the effectiveness of [Kagura Izumo Sword Dance] will increase exponentially.

"Ahem, although Mr. Xia's muscles are not very big, there are still signs of training."

"Well, next, let me take you to do some equipment testing..."

"Since I don't know your situation, I'll use the amount of my usual 'normal training' as the standard. If you can't hold on any longer, just shout out loud immediately."

At the same time, Fukuroda, with a gloomy face, installed heavy barbell plates one after another on both sides of the gantry next to him.

"Bench press, 120KG, 7 sets, pay attention to my movements..."

"Okay, done. It's so easy. It's your turn."

After demonstrating a crazy bench press with his arms that were even more exaggerated after being engorged with blood, Daitian asked Xia Fan to lie on the bench press with a sinister smile on his face.

I must let Miss Shirakawa see this kid being pinned to the bench by the barbell, unable to move, and shouting for help...

"Is this how you push it up? It's pretty heavy. Do seven in a row, right?"

Imitating the coach's posture, Xia Fan tested the optimal state of coordinated force of each muscle and joint, then gritted his teeth and completed seven bench presses steadily and standardly.

“120KG, although it’s not a very strong number for professionals, but these arms, legs and chest are smaller than mine. How can it be so easy…” Fukuroda was stunned. He felt that his brain, which usually didn’t move much, was even slower today.

"Yeah, that's right. Although I don't have much muscle mass, some people are born strong, which is normal..."

"Then, next is the deadlift..."

He laughed dryly, wrote down the data on the physical examination form, and silently came to a barbell.

"Squats are also 120KG, seven in a set, watch me demonstrate..."

Fukuroda took a deep breath and began to squat down, completing seven squats with a tense neck and flushed face.

"Pay attention to the strength of your legs, and don't compensate with your waist, it's easy to get injured..."

"Don't force yourself if you can't lift it. Just yell for me to change the weights."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked at Xia Fan expectantly.

Squats, known as the "king of strength training", mainly rely on the leg muscles to exert force.

According to Fukuroda's understanding, many of the "pretty boys" in the entertainment industry, even if they do exercise, mainly do aerobics. Even if they train the upper body, very few of them specifically train the legs.

Because the muscle dimensions are too exaggerated and do not conform to the increasingly feminine "aesthetic standards" in the entertainment industry.

However, purely aerobic training methods will only exercise the endurance muscles of the legs and are simply unable to produce the explosive power required for squats.

“Oooooohhhh!!!”

"If you follow the 'standard posture' taught by Fukuroda, can you lift such a big barbell?"

"I feel like doing it seven times is no problem..."

But the next second, Xia Fan was already carrying the 120KG barbell with shining eyes, squatting down and standing up, completing a standard squat movement.

"Asshole...what do you mean the standard posture I taught you...it's you who is the monster, isn't it?"

Fukuda stared at Xia Fan's long and straight legs, which were only half the length of his own. He was so surprised that his jaw dropped and the pencil that had just fallen on the form broke.

Although squatting 120KG is not a big number in the fitness world, it is for a muscular man who eats protein powder as a meal and spends every day in the gym...

Among the "bean sprout" trainees, Xia Fan is definitely considered a "monster" level.

But judging from his posture, this guy doesn't look skilled at all, and doesn't look like he has been practicing for a long time...

Fukuroda felt that the fitness concept he had built up over the past decade was collapsing bit by bit.

"Well, next up, squat deadlift 150KG..."

He secretly added 20kg to the weight, smeared lime powder on his palms, and stood in front of the barbell with a determined look...

"Like me, feel the force on your back... Get up!!!"

Taking a deep breath, veins all over Fukuroda's body bulged, and his facial muscles "compensated" with all their strength, as he pulled up the barbell slightly unsteadily.

"Oh, oh, oh, the consultant is having such a hard time, can I really do this?"

Although he had no idea what was going on, Xia Fan, who was watching from the sidelines, applauded repeatedly when he saw Fukuda's blood boiling and his all-out burst.

"Hehehe, a group of seven, of course, for me... just average... You have to be careful when you pull it yourself..."

While doing deadlifts with great effort, Fukuroda smiled with satisfaction.

150KG deadlift is the "limit weight" for Fukuroda's well-trained back muscles.

He didn't believe that Xia Fan could lift the same weight.

(End of this chapter)