"Why are you still standing there, trying to compete with him?" Zhao Fen roared.
Immediately, everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Fan again.
When they saw Zhang Fan's relaxed expression while carrying the barbell, they were stunned.
Damn, has Zhao Fen been holding the barbell on his shoulders since he was beaten?
Damn it, it's been almost a minute, aren't you tired?
The scoring coach also reacted at this time and said quickly: "Eighty-five kilograms for number three are valid. You can put the barbell down."
Zhang Fan curled his lips, then raised the barbell above his head again, exerted slight force on his hands, bent down, and gently placed the barbell on the ground.
This action fell in everyone's eyes like a bolt from the blue.
God, is this really 85 kilograms?
Why is it like carrying a wooden stick?
It didn't even make a sound when it was placed on the ground. Compared with other people in Z City, it was so smart.
The Z city athletes who watched this scene were also stunned.
They know how much effort it takes to achieve such a level.
At this moment, they couldn't help but doubt that this barbell was fake.
Immediately, a man walked up. He wanted to see if the barbell really weighed 85 kilograms.
The moment he grabbed the barbell, his expression changed instantly.
Damn, it’s so heavy.
However, he did not give up. He could lift even 85 kilograms.
"come on!"
Several other team members from City Z roared.
"Ahhhhh!"
The man gritted his teeth, his face was red, his hands trembled violently, and the barbell slowly rose on his shoulders.
"Stand firm, stand firm." Several people shouted.
"Tsk, as for that, isn't it only 85 kilograms? Is it that heavy?" Zhang Fan said disdainfully, he only used less than 50% of his strength.
"Get out!" Several people in City Z immediately shouted at Zhang Fan with angry faces.
"Garbage!" Zhang Fan raised his middle finger disdainfully, then walked to another barbell and said to the staff: "Here comes one with a hundred kilograms!"
"hiss!"
When Zhang Fan's voice came out, a group of people on and off the stage took a deep breath.
One hundred kilograms?
Damn, why are you so exaggerated?
"Contestant No. 3, are you sure?" The scoring coach stood up suddenly and asked with a look of disbelief.
"Oh, it's only a hundred kilograms. What a big thing. Hurry up. I really can't stand it anymore. I haven't been able to lift eighty-five kilograms for a long time. It's embarrassing." Zhang Fan glanced at the man holding eight kilograms.
The fifteen kilogram athlete, who was still unable to stand up straight, laughed disdainfully.
"puff!"
The people in the audience could no longer bear it.
"This kid is so arrogant. Damn it, isn't it just one hundred kilograms? I can't control my unicorn arm anymore."
"Giggle, this guy is so interesting." A girl burst out laughing.
However, Zhao Fen has already started throwing teacups.
"Damn it, one hundred kilograms, you are awesome, you can lift it, I won't crush you to death when the time comes."
Xiong Lin also looked worried.
One hundred kilograms, this is completely beyond the limit for provincial athletes.
Looking at the barbell that had been weighted to 100 kilograms, everyone held their breath.
Can this kid really lift a hundred kilograms?
"Look, you have such little strength and you still want to slap me in the face. I just want to say that you are too naive." Zhang Fan said, and then glanced at Zhao Fen. He bent down, grabbed the barbell, and relaxed
shoulder, and then raised it high.
"Bang!"
Seeing this scene, the athlete who was still struggling to hold on finally couldn't hold on any longer. He threw his whole body forward and rushed towards Zhang Fan with the barbell attached.
"Fuck you, uncle, you are still planning to throw away a concealed weapon."
Zhang Fan quickly released his right hand, bent forward and grabbed the flying barbell with an angry look on his face.
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.
Damn, Zhang Fan let go?
Damn it, he is still holding a 100 kilogram barbell in his left hand, my God!
However, the next moment, everyone's eyes became horrified.
Damn, what did they see?
Zhang Fan actually grabbed the 85-kilogram barbell belonging to the athletes from City Z?
God, this adds up to 185 kilograms.
"You have to be shameless. Oh, what kind of qualities are you? If you can't afford to lose, don't come to participate in the competition. Why do you have people like you in city Z?" Zhang Fan said coldly.
However, at this moment, everyone fell silent.
Seeing Zhang Fan twisting the barbell with both hands, they became uneasy.
Damn it, one weighs 100 kilograms and the other weighs 85 kilograms, uncle, how the hell are you carrying it like a toy?
"Ah, so handsome! God, how powerful this guy is."
A group of girls lost their composure and immediately started screaming.
At the same time, their eyes were shining with gold stars, and their eyes seemed to be seeing something treasure. If such a powerful body were on the bed, wouldn't it be...
"Coach, I protest and disqualify this person from the competition." Zhang Fan looked angry, then walked up and smashed the two barbells on the man's side.
Suddenly, two thunderous collisions sounded.
"Boom!"
It was deafening, and the whole ground seemed to be shaking.
The man who fell to the ground had a look of horror on his face, and his body curled up, as if a barbell had hit him.
Seeing this, several coaches ran over quickly.
"Contestant No. 3, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, impulsive is the devil."
"How do you say that?" Zhang Fan frowned and looked at the coaches coldly.
"Ahem, I'm disqualified from the competition and my previous results will be invalidated." A coach said quickly.
"This is not bad." Zhang Fan stood up, then looked at the other athletes in City Z with extremely provocative eyes, and said coldly: "Is it still better?"
"Forehead!"
A sound of astonishment came out of several people's throats at the same time, and immediately they turned around and ran away.
Compared to your uncle, you are carrying a barbell in one hand more like a chicken. Who the hell can't think of competing with you? I won't play anymore.
Looking at the athletes running wildly, everyone was dumbfounded.
Hey, this plot is wrong. Aren't you, City Z, going to torture Zhang Fan to death? Why are you running? Come back and continue the game.
Immediately, a roar began.
"Z City, don't be a coward. Go back. Damn it, I really want to see where Zhang Fan's limits are."
"That's right, go back!"
Hearing such a voice, the presidents of other cities had extremely bright smiles on their faces.
"Hey, President Zhao, your athletes are very strong!"
Voices with an extremely strong sense of ridicule sounded one after another.
A group of presidents from other cities were extremely lucky at this time. Fortunately, they did not let their athletes play. Otherwise, this would definitely leave a psychological shadow.