Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

Wu Meng staggered to his feet and walked to the flat bench press.

He increased the weight of the barbell to 160 kilograms.

"rise!"

Wu Meng let out a beast-like roar, his pectoral muscles almost tearing apart.

The first push lifts it up.

The second time, the barbell swayed violently in mid-air, threatening to shatter his sternum.

The two coaches next to him quickly rushed over and helped him put the barbell back in place.

Two, that's already his limit.

Wu Meng lay on the stool, like a dehydrated fish, staring intently at Lin Dawei.

Lin Dawei stretched his wrists and walked to the barbell.

He didn't lie down immediately, but turned to look at the coach on the sidelines.

"Add two more pieces, each weighing twenty kilograms, to each side."

boom!

The entire strength zone instantly erupted into chaos.

Add another forty kilograms? That's a staggering two hundred kilograms!

Even in a professional provincial team, this is definitely monster level!

"Are you crazy? Is he trying to break his ribs?!"

"Quickly, get some protection!"

Even the female yoga students in the group exercise room were attracted by the noise and pressed their faces against the one-way glass, staring intently at this side.

The weight of the barbell was increased to 200 kilograms.

Lin Dawei lay on his back, his hands firmly gripping the knurled barbell, his violent power awakening at that moment.

Up!

Two hundred kilograms of heavy steel were directly detached from the hook.

Lin Dawei did not pause at all.

lower.

Push it up.

His black short-sleeved shirt was completely stretched by his engorged pectoral muscles, and sweat dripped down his neck and into his collar, exuding a strong masculine aura.

"one!"

"five!"

"ten!"

"twenty!!"

The onlookers went from initial shock to complete numbness.

That's so brutal!

Two hundred kilograms of weight were like a plastic toy in this man's hands, and the speed of his continuous lifting did not slow down at all!

The female trainees and instructors, all wearing tight-fitting clothes, were breathing rapidly and their legs felt weak.

Looking into Lin Dawei's eyes, one could see an undisguised, fiery passion.

This kind of terrifying physical strength and core strength is like a human pile driver.

If you put it on the bed...

"thirty!"

After pushing the thirtieth barbell, Lin Dawei casually put it back on the rack.

It made a crisp "click" sound.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Dawei sat up without even taking a deep breath.

He looked down at Wu Meng, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, with a cold gaze.

"Should we continue the competition?"

Wu Meng lay sprawled on the ground, his mouth agape like a dead fish, his chest heaving violently.

He stared intently at the 200-kilogram barbell on the shelf, feeling completely lost.

Those thirty nominations just now crushed his pride into dust.

What a load of crap!

If he keeps competing like this, he'll definitely die from training on the equipment today.

"I...I'm not competing anymore..."

Wu Meng squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, too ashamed to utter a single defiant remark.

He scrambled to his feet, ripped off his weightlifting back brace, lowered his head, pushed through the crowd, and fled.

A burst of undisguised laughter immediately came from behind.

"Brother Lin! You're amazing!"

Xiao Li was the first to react.

Clutching a clean white towel, she stuck herself to the towel like a piece of soft, chewy taffy.

The soft mound of flesh pressed unabashedly against Lin Dawei's sweaty biceps.

The little girl held a towel and diligently wiped his neck.

"That nomination just now was absolutely amazing, it was unbearable! Dude, with that kind of 'core strength,' anyone who wanted to be your girlfriend would be begging for mercy every day!"

Xiao Li's voice was so sweet it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

The burning desire in his eyes made him want to devour Lin Dawei on the spot.

When Wang Na realized she was half a step behind, she cursed under her breath, "You slut!"

He quickly unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.

"Brother, have some water to soothe your throat."

Wang Na leaned forward, deliberately exposing the deep cleavage at her neckline to Lin Dawei's eyes.

Not only did she hand him water, but she also took the opportunity to lightly scratch Lin Dawei's firm abdominal muscles with her fingers painted with red nail polish.

"Brother's muscles are as hard as rocks, how could someone as skinny as Xiao Li appreciate them?"

Wang Na winked at her.

"Come to my private room tonight, I'll give you a good deep fascia massage..."

The two stood on the left and right, secretly competing with each other.

Lin Dawei sat on the bench press with an air of nonchalance, letting the two stunning female coaches rub against him.

He took the bottled water from Wang Na and tilted his head back.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down half a bottle of water.

He casually poured the remaining half bottle onto his steaming head.

Water droplets slid down his chiseled jawline, flowed over his engorged pectoral muscles, and finally disappeared into his black short-sleeved shirt.

Wild and rough.

It exudes a masculine aggression that women simply cannot resist.

Just as the atmosphere was about to reach its peak.

A tall figure walked over from the passageway at the edge of the strength zone.

Sun Qian had just finished teaching a 90-minute hot yoga class.

She was wearing a black, tight-fitting sports vest and pure white, high-elastic yoga pants.

The white fabric was slightly see-through due to excessive sweating.

It was tightly wrapped around her flat stomach and plump peach-shaped buttocks, and her two long, straight legs swayed alternately as she walked, making her extremely eye-catching.

She originally came to the strength section to get a foam roller.

As soon as I got closer, I saw a large group of people gathered around the bench press rack.

When she saw the man sitting in the center of the crowd, fawned over by Xiao Li and Wang Na on either side, Sun Qian suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

Lin Dawei.

It's the same old Deng who was forced to kneel in public by Zhao Pengfei before, but he's changed so much!

Sun Qian clearly remembers that Lin Dawei knelt on the wooden floor that day, his spine crushed by power.

But now.

The man was only wearing an ordinary black T-shirt, but the sheer size and power of his muscles made him look like a tiger just released from its cage.

A two-hundred-kilogram barbell was placed on his head.

Sun Qian is also an expert in the gym; she knows all too well what that weight means.

That's an absolute dominance that crushes all amateur enthusiasts!

Sun Qian's breath hitched.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Dawei suddenly became extremely complicated.

Shock, confusion, and even a strange flutter of excitement that she herself was unwilling to admit.

The big bosses she tried to curry favor with were either pot-bellied or empty-headed.

However, the aura emanating from the man in front of her could easily break down a woman's defenses.

You should know that women are attracted to strength.

As the old saying goes, if you want to connect with a woman, you have to become a leader in her field.

The strong have the right to mate!

Lin Dawei was the strongest person in the gym at that moment, and he did attract everyone's attention.

Lin Dawei's gaze swept across the crowd and precisely locked onto Sun Qian.

Their eyes met sharply in mid-air.

Lin Dawei twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't say anything.

He simply used his deep, cold eyes to scrutinize Sun Qian's white yoga pants, which were soaked with sweat.

His gaze was incredibly penetrating, as if he were assessing a product whose packaging could be torn open at any moment.

Sun Qian felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze.

I felt like I was naked, completely exposed in front of this dangerous man.

She quickly turned her head away.

She bit her red lips tightly, not even bothering to grab the foam roller, and hurriedly fled the strength training area in her sneakers.

The fleeing figure revealed an undisguised panic.

"Tsk tsk, this is fucking unbelievable!"

A hoarse, unpleasant voice broke the ambiguity of the surroundings.

Zhao Pengfei, clutching the thermos in his hand, swayed as he squeezed through the crowd.

He had looked around outside the group exercise room but couldn't find a target, so he came to find Lin Dawei.

As soon as he entered, he saw the two sexiest female trainers at the Limei Gym, practically clinging to Lao Lin.

Zhao Pengfei's eyes were sore from watching so much that they almost popped out.

"Holy crap, Lin, are you here to stretch your joints or to build a harem?"