America? No, it's the warp!

"We must investigate! Otherwise, it's unfair to us participants!"

George stood up, pointed at the stage, and shouted.

The masked man was the first to stand up and speak up, since if it really was cheating, he could still get a third place.

"That's right! A thorough investigation is necessary! We can't favor him just because he's white!"

Political correctness!

This tactic is very useful now, as it is still during the reign of Emperor Meiji.

With the support of other players whose results were inferior to Logan's, the entire competition became one-sided.

Only Ivan and the Asian contestant remained silent, maintaining objectivity.

Only the two most skilled individuals can discern the intricacies.

That muscle definition was definitely not fake.

The person on stage truly deserves the title.

The host looked somewhat embarrassed and asked Logan with his eyes.

"Investigate."

Logan said softly, then ripped off his hoodie, revealing his well-trained muscles.

The host took the hoodie, turned it inside out, but couldn't find anything that could be used for cheating.

He showed it to the audience:

"As you can see, there is nothing inside the clothes."

Jonah and Sean kept quiet; all they needed to do was create a buzz.

The audience, who had been without a leader, also changed their stance and believed that the championship was justified.

Logan turned to the players' area and addressed the player who had just questioned him directly:

"If you all think there's something wrong with my muscles, then I think the trenbolone flowing through your muscles is also a form of cheating."

Unfortunately, apart from him, almost all the contestants used the power of the Nine Dragons.

No contestant raised any more overt questions, since no one would question themselves.

Once the situation calmed down, the host proceeded with the awards ceremony.

The three judges then presented the prizes to the three winners, one for the champion and two for the runners-up.

Logan, holding the trophy and cash prize, posed for a photo with the others.

A foreign YouTuber seized the opportunity, rushed up with a microphone, and held it to Logan's mouth, asking:

"Mr. Logan, are you all-natural? And what would you like to say to other fitness enthusiasts?"

Logan curled his lip and said:

"Of course I'm all-natural. I never use any drugs. For fitness enthusiasts, I only have one thing to say."

"Practice makes perfect."

As he said this, Logan specifically looked towards George and exchanged a glance with the masked man standing in the corner.

It was highly provocative.

Logan declined questions from other bloggers, pushed past them, and alone, clutching the trophy and cash, disappeared into the alley.

At the game, George, who hadn't left, was still putting in the effort:

"There's something inside story. There's definitely something inside story. He doesn't deserve that trophy and cash at all. He stole a spot that should have been yours."

The hooded man stared in the direction Logan had left.

"You're right. Without him, I would have been the third place winner."

He left alone.

George gave him a fierce look, and the masked man smiled knowingly.

The two bypassed the crowd and disappeared into the alley.

Logan, clutching the trophy and stuffing the cash inside his coat, walked slowly, as if giving someone ample time to prepare.

He walked into a dark alley, where there were piles of debris made of foam boards, each board more than 3 meters long and stacked to a height of 2 meters.

As I walked to the center of the foam board, an image suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my way.

Logan looked up and saw the black man wearing a hood. He was about to turn around when he saw another burly white man behind him.

"What? You can't beat them on stage, so you want a tiebreaker offstage?"

"Stop talking nonsense. The organizers are biased towards you. I'm just here to take back what's rightfully mine."

The black men and George surrounded him, and Logan stepped aside and placed the trophy on the ground.

Then, he quickly bent down and delivered a roundhouse kick, striking George in the side of the abdomen with a weak but powerful blow. The latter fell in the opposite direction and then convulsed on the ground, refusing to get up.

"Alright, now it's just the two of us one-on-one."

Logan assumed the fighting stance and beckoned the masked man to make the first move.

The black man seized the opportunity, stepped forward quickly, and delivered a powerful blow to his abdomen.

"Thump!"

The sound didn't sound like a fist hitting flesh; it sounded more like someone smashing a piece of soft iron.

To the black man's astonishment, Logan punched him in the same spot in the abdomen.

But this punch was not something an ordinary person like him could withstand.

If he had used his full strength, this punch would have been even more powerful than Tyson's; the enormous impact would have instantly shattered the black man's liver. Therefore, Logan only used 5% of his strength.

"Well……"

Black people forget to breathe, because the more they breathe, the more it hurts.

He froze on the spot, then clutched his stomach and slowly knelt down.

"Speaking of which, you should weigh around 100kg."

Logan grabbed the black man's waistband and lifted him up like a chick.

"See? I can lift 100kg with one hand. People like you who have no experience are truly pathetic."

After saying that, he threw the black man onto the foam board, and the man passed out.

Once George saw that the matter was over, he got up from the ground.

"You're really amazing! You lifted a 200kg weight so easily! Judging by that, you must be able to bench press at least the same weight, right?"

"No, no, no, it will be even higher."

Logan corrected him.

"In short, we're even now, you can go back."

George didn't immediately become aggressive; instead, he leaned closer with a beaming smile.

Are you really all-natural?

"Of course!"

"So what's your fitness secret?"

Logan was getting impatient:

"I already said, the more you practice, the better!"

He dismissed the skeptical white man and then called Stephen to share the good news.

Five minutes later, Stephen, who was on standby, sped to the scene in a police car.

"Damn! How did you manage to take down such a big black guy, bro?"

Stephen looked at the enormous thing lying on the foam board, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Logan grabbed the black man by his clothes, pulled him down, and held him in his hands.

"So that's how you got it?"

"Holy shit..."

Stephen watched Logan's dashing figure disappear into the distance.

"The Crippled Gang has really suffered because of you..."

Stephen's colleagues handcuffed the black man, opened the car door, and let Logan shove the big guy inside.

"If all goes well, there will be a press conference in front of the police station tomorrow. You'll have to come then, the mayor will personally come to present you with the bonus."

Stephen said.

"You guys are really efficient."

"Because the mayor attaches great importance to this case."

Stephen looked around, then whispered to himself,

"The deputy chief said the mayor wants Seattle gangs to make some big moves."

Logan nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

If the mayor wants to form a gang, then he should form a gang too. Isn't that perfect?

This also provides an opportunity to establish connections with high-ranking figures.

"Okay, I'll definitely go tomorrow. Let me know when the time is confirmed."

"OK!"

[Mission Completed: Champion of Strength]

You won the championship and the highest honor with undisputed strength.

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

[You defeated a high-ranking deacon of the Slaanesh Order with a single punch. If every Imperial soldier were like you, the expedition would proceed with unparalleled success.]

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]