America? No, it's the warp!

Chapter 24 Talent

Logan didn't dare to be careless, so he removed all the 5kg weight plates from the barbell, reducing the weight to 100kg.

This is the level he had anticipated.

"Eek~~"

Marcus led a chorus of boos.

"Logan, if you start at 100kg, you'll have a hard time beating him."

Ivan whispered to him.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Logan lay down on the bench press and mimicked Marcus's movements, straightening his chest and lowering his shoulders, gripping the bar with a long grip, and placing his feet firmly on the ground before lifting his hips and arching his back.

He used 7% of his muscle strength and awkwardly made a back-and-forth motion with less-than-perfect movements.

"Not bad, I feel like I'm using about 7% of my strength at around 100kg."

Ivan frowned and shook his head slightly.

What's the point of comparing? The result is obvious.

This newcomer not only doesn't look like he's worked out much, but his movements even look like he's doing a bench press for the first time.

I thought there would be something interesting to see...

The crowd of onlookers almost all shared similar thoughts, with supporters of Marcus quickly becoming the majority.

He himself had even started celebrating in advance with a few acquaintances, discussing how to spend the $200.

"It's so simple, I don't even need to try anymore, you can try a few more times."

Logan didn't say anything, but simply asked Ivan to help him lift the dumbbells.

"One 5kg on each side?"

"No."

"You can't push your limits too much," Ivan tried to advise. "It's impossible for you to gain 20kg all at once, and you're likely to hurt yourself. Even though I'm here to help, I can't guarantee you won't get injured."

"Don't worry, I already know my bench press level."

Logan smiled confidently. "20kg on each side."

"140!"

Ivan couldn't control his voice, and everyone in the crowd heard it.

This beginner is actually going to challenge 140kg!

Some scoffed dismissively, some secretly admired his bravery, and a few were even planning to call an ambulance.

"Don't be reckless! Your bet isn't a rib!"

Marcus's words were meant to dissuade, but his tone was extremely provocative.

"Open your eyes and look carefully."

Logan began his second bench press, while Ivan, assisting him, assumed a horse stance, his eyes focused, his nerves on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.

All he felt was regret.

Why did he not assess the abilities of the two individuals himself, but instead insisted on becoming the notary?

If something goes wrong, I might have to take responsibility myself.

Bad luck...

Logan mobilized 100% of his muscle strength, causing the muscles in his arms to explode at full capacity.

One move, one release.

Without blushing or panting.

It happened so fast that no one realized it was over.

Ivan was still in his supporting position, and Marcus was still thinking about joking around with his friends, unaware that the surroundings had become completely silent, and everyone except him was staring intently at the barbell.

"What the hell!"

"Holy shit!"

"God damn!"

"Ruthless Harasho!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and Ivan kept giving Logan a thumbs-up.

Only Marcus, like an outsider, didn't understand what had happened.

He turned around and saw Logan gesturing to the onlookers, as if victory was already assured.

He realized what was happening, and after glancing at the weight of the barbell again, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

140kg!

I would need to train for at least another year to reach that level, and that would be while I can't stop taking the medication.

The person who just released this result did not have excessive muscle swelling, and did not look like someone who had taken performance-enhancing drugs.

Most importantly, even his bench press form is incorrect.

In other words, I, a seasoned gym-goer who has been training 5 days a week and taking performance-enhancing drugs for two years, was defeated by a fitness newbie.

Is this... talent?

"Do you want to try again?"

Logan's words interrupted his melancholy.

"I'll try again."

Even though he knew he had no chance of winning, Marcus still wanted to give it a try.

Even if we push it to 140, and it's a tie?

He reluctantly lay down on the bench press without asking to change the weight plates.

Ivan knew his skill level; his focus during this support role was even higher than before.

After all, the level of a newcomer is unknown, but 120kg is already his absolute limit.

Marcus took deep breaths, adjusted himself to the final state, and then performed the most standard movements step by step.

He gripped the barbell with both hands and, with his first effort, lifted it less than 10 centimeters.

The second time, he put in all his effort, frantically squeezing out the power from his muscles, and finally managed to lift the barbell straight up to just above his mid-chest.

But then, as the barbell slowly lowered, his triceps couldn't handle the strain and suddenly gave way. The barbell, like the guillotine blade, slammed straight into his chest under the force of gravity.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will break a few ribs.

Fortunately, Ivan had extensive experience in assisting with the task. He immediately supported the barbell, slowing its descent, and managed to stop it before it hit the ground, then put it back on the support.

lost.

The defeat was undisputed.

"Should we try again?"

Logan offered timely words of comfort, reminding Marcus that he had another chance.

But having just failed, he had lost all will to try again.

"No, I won't try."

"Alright, I have one more chance. Shall I try again?"

Should we try again?

Is it necessary to try again?

Can the weight be increased further?

Logan's third attempt answered their questions.

He added 5kg of weight plates to each side, and he had an idea to try 150kg.

Everyone else present knew how long it would take to go from 140 to 150. The bench press weight gets harder and harder as you go. For some people, it takes three years to break through that 10kg barrier, and for those with less talent, it may be impossible to break through in their entire lives.

On their third bench press, they might actually witness this miracle.

Everyone held their breath, except Logan, who was adjusting his breathing.

He used [Pus Tide Pulse] to release a large amount of [Dry Tide].

Instantly, it felt as if every nerve in my body was ignited by flames, and the activity level of my muscles reached a new high.

His movements were still not standard, but he was still very fast at lifting, lowering, and putting the support back on.

"call……"

Logan breathed a sigh of relief; this should be his current limit.

100% mobilizes muscle fibers, [Dry Moisture] slightly enhances the effect.

not bad.

The onlookers had forgotten to cheer; 150kg is a weight that very few people in the entire gym can achieve.

And so the miracle happened right before their eyes.

"Well... the results are in, and I don't think anyone will disagree."