Ethan was taking double what was a pretty decent lift for an untitled as his baseline. Since it worked out for his squat, he did the same for the remaining exercises.
Next on the list was Bench Press.
He loaded the bar again, glancing down at the plates.
'400 pounds... about 180 kilograms. That should be about right.'
"Alright… steady," he whispered.
He lay back, gripping the bar firmly before unracking it.
The moment the weight settled above him, his arms trembled, just slightly, before stabilising.
"Okay… okay…"
He lowered it to his chest.
The bar touched down, heavy but controlled.
Ethan felt a tinge of pain in his left shoulder, but he endured and pushed as hard as he could. His arms extended, chest and triceps firing as the bar rose steadily.
It wasn't exactly explosive, but the weight was going up.
"No way," he breathed, locking out his arms.
He racked it and sat up, staring at his hands as if they belonged to someone else.
"I'm fucking yoked."
