Jiang Chen's eyes flickered.
A two hundred pound deadlift.
The average strongman couldn't reach this intensity.
And look at Mao Tu at most with an eighty or ninety-pound physique.
Wasn't it supposed to be "archer"?
"Impressive!"
Jiang Chen approached, looking admiring, not holding back his praise at all.
"Clang!"
The barbell was thrown to the ground, bouncing from the massive recoil.
"Laughing at me. If you have the guts, give it a try."
Laughing?
How is this a joke?
It's genuinely heartfelt, words from the heart.
Let's just say Mao Tu is different from normal people; her standards for herself aren't aligned with worldly standards.
"How heavy?"
Jiang Chen asked.
"Two hundred and fifty."
"..."
Boss Jiang then shook his head, "I can't do it."
Main thing is to be cautious and pragmatic.
Indeed.
You can bluff elsewhere, but not in the gym. No matter how exaggeratedly you boast, if you can't lift or pull, it's purely a joke.
