I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 87 Breaking the Limits!

Looking at Bruce's serious expression, Li Ang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This guy really cares about him.

He grabbed the box and, without saying a word, tore open the packaging film with a "rip".

Then he took out the phone and shoved it into Bruce's hand.

"Take it!"

Li Ang spoke, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Bruce:

"But……"

Li Ang interrupted him, took out another identical white box from his backpack, and waved it in front of Bruce, saying:

"No buts. Look, I bought one myself. We have the same one."

Bruce looked at the phone in his hand, which had already been disassembled.

Then, glancing at the same model that Li Ang was holding, still unopened, she was at a loss for words.

Li Ang then took out the SIM card from his pocket and handed it to Bruce, saying:

"Here's your SIM card; I got it yesterday. It's a T-Mobile prepaid card, $20 a month, including 300 minutes of calls, unlimited texts, and 100MB of data."

Bruce took the small card, his fingers trembling slightly.

He looked down at his phone and SIM card, remaining silent for a good ten seconds.

Then he suddenly looked up and hugged Li Ang tightly.

The arm gripped Li Ang's shoulder so tightly it hurt.

"Thanks, bro."

Li Ang patted him on the back and said:

"Hey bro, we're like brothers, stop getting all sentimental, it's too gay. If we keep hugging, people will think we're having an affair."

Bruce released him and grinned:

"Get lost, I like girls."

Li Ang smiled, took the phone from Bruce's hand, helped him insert the SIM card, turned it on, and then saved his own number.

"Let's go in and work out. This is my first time at this gym."

The two went to the front desk.

Behind the reception desk sat an incredibly burly white man, whose neck was thicker than Li Ang's thigh.

His body was covered in exaggerated muscle mass, but it was starting to loosen up a bit, and he had gained some fat on his stomach.

The burly man was looking up at the television set hanging on the wall, which was replaying last night's NFL game.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, saw Bruce, and nodded.

This is Martin Sawyer.

The owner of this gym.

He used to be on the River Valley High School football team and played in the state league, so he takes special care of the players from his alma mater.

All members of the school team, regardless of whether they are on the first or second team, can use his equipment for free.

Bruce introduced himself:

"Martin, this is my brother, Leon, who's also on our school's football team."

Martin looked Li Ang up and down, then nodded and said:

"Okay, go in. Be careful, don't do anything reckless."

Li Ang politely replied:

"Thanks, boss."

School has just let out a short while, it's still early, and there aren't many people in the gym.

There was only one tall, thin man jogging on a treadmill in the corner.

There were also two middle-aged men who looked like office workers doing bench presses while protecting each other in the dumbbell area.

Wearing suit pants and shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he looked like a middle-class white-collar worker who had secretly slipped out of work to exercise.

These white-collar workers are the most shrewd. They make sure their power bank is fully charged, their water bottle is full, and they always poop at the company. Whenever they have time, they sneak out to the gym to exercise.

Bruce walked confidently toward the free weights area, pointing to the squat rack:

"Same as always, let's start with the three main exercises. Are you ready?"

Li Ang nodded and began to warm up.

Bruce had already warmed up, so he started removing the weight plates to prepare for squats.

He said this while applying anti-slip powder to his hands.

"I've been working out recently, and my coach said if I can consistently squat 450 pounds and do sets before the playoffs, he'll recommend I attend the state training camp."

Li Ang watched from the side, secretly calculating in his mind.

As good brothers, Bruce knew Bruce's data very well.

The squat limit is 450 pounds.

I can now bench press 225 pounds 30 times.

Deadlift limit: 500 pounds.

This is indeed top-tier among high school students, ranking among the best in all of New York.

According to Li Ang's own data, his best squat is 200 pounds, he can't even bench press 225 pounds for a set, his limit is only 130 pounds, and his deadlift is only 180 pounds.

Among ordinary high school students, he would be considered above average.

But in American high schools, where steroids are rampant and bio-engineered muscle people are everywhere, it's not even as good as a roadside stall.

Compared to Bruce, Li Ang's individual statistics are less than half of Bruce's.

If Bruce bumps into him even once on the field, Li Ang will fall apart on the spot.

However, this is old data. Li Ang is somewhat looking forward to seeing how much he can improve after his crazy weekend of hard work and practice.

After he finished warming up, he stood in front of another squat rack.

Take a deep breath and start adding plates to the barbell.

Li Ang had neglected his physical training for some time due to his part-time job.

Therefore, he didn't dare to increase the intensity right away, so he first added 135 pounds and did ten squats as a warm-up.

It was very relaxing, and my breathing was steady.

Then I increased it directly to 200 pounds.

This was his previous limit; he could only do three at most, and the fourth would cause his form to become distorted.

If you tried to do five in one go, you'd be crushed to death by the barbell.

Li Ang picked up the barbell, took a step back, and steadied himself.

He could feel the state of every muscle in his body, and he could feel the internal energy generated from his dual cultivation with Karen yesterday flowing slowly within him. As he focused his attention, it was drawn to every part of his body that needed to exert force.

Squat down.

The hips are lower than the knees.

The core is tightening.

Finally, he mustered his strength and stood up.

One.

Squat down again, then stand up.

two.

The third one...

The fourth one...

Li Ang was surprised to find that the 200-pound weight seemed to feel much lighter than before!

He originally thought that doing three would be difficult.

But now, even though my thighs are sore and sore, my back is still straight and my knees don't buckle inward. My movements are exactly the same as the textbook demonstration!

Most importantly, Li Ang still has the capacity to spare!

Li Ang put the barbell back on the rack, took a breath, and then added 25 pounds of weight to each side.

250 pounds.

He lifted it up again, squatted down, and stood up.

One.

two.

When the third one got up, all the muscles in his body were screaming.

We've reached our limit!

But Li Ang still stood up straight.

Three 250-pound squats.

Li Ang didn't even throw the barbell down; instead, he gritted his teeth and put it back on the rack.

He then braced himself on his knees with both hands, panting heavily.