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After everyone had gone up to the third floor, Coach Heiguang quietly closed the door.
The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.
As the group looked at the setup of the gym on the third floor and the members exercising, their minds went blank, and they wondered if what they were seeing was real.
A muscular man, covered in fur like a brown bear, is stroking a piece of iron engraved with units measured in tons.
A muscular, strong female wearing a bikini, exercising her lower body opening and closing strength... probably.
The burly man doing a handstand push-up on the equipment is worth mentioning, as he is supporting another burly man riding a heavy-duty bicycle on his back.
The fitness equipment I saw and heard about was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine, and it might even make me wonder if the people who were supposed to use this fitness equipment were still human.
"So heavy, it's all solid." Fubuki tried to lift the barbell with her superpowers, but the ton-weight made it difficult for her to lift it.
"Impossible, there are quite a few people on the third floor..." Sykes was speechless. The number of people on the third floor was neither large nor small; she counted about ten members working out.
This means that at least ten people possess physical strength comparable to Fubuki and Psykos's superpowers.
For a moment, the two super-powered beauties were stunned and dazed.
To prevent the two from getting distracted and injured, Bai Zhi continued forward, holding the hands of a beautiful girl in each hand, amidst the furious stares of the others.
A group of lazy, skinny ordinary people entered the third floor, and several members who were working out were about to chase them away.
The equipment on the third floor is no joke; one wrong move and someone could really die.
Then, they saw Coach Blacklight leading the way and immediately returned to their original equipment to continue exercising their muscles.
They had absolute trust in the top fitness instructor at Black Gold Gym, after all, Black Light was the first person every member who entered the third floor challenged.
It is precisely because of the established challenges that they have aspirations for the future, realizing that their muscle-building journey has such a long way to go.
"A special alloy table designed specifically for arm wrestling can withstand a force of about 100 tons, which should be enough to complete this recreational competition."
Coach Blacklight confidently stated that his strength lay in his muscles, which he had trained to the extreme.
"I'm afraid that's not enough." The Vest Venerable bent over slightly, his left hand holding the lever on the table, his right elbow resting on the alloy tabletop: "It broke during the arm wrestling match, so I don't need to compensate for it, right?"
"Of course, it's the gym's fault that the equipment broke because the members' needs weren't met." Coach Blacklight also bent down slightly, holding the bar with his left hand and resting his right elbow on the table, grasping the hand of the Tank Top Master.
The two men's back muscles, accentuated by their bent-over posture, looked ferocious and terrifying. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the start of this great battle (arm wrestling).
Bai Zhi noticed that Chuixue and Sykes' eyes had regained focus. He breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to the staff to set up the camera. He then walked to the center of the arm-wrestling table.
"Since I suggested the arm wrestling, let me call it start."
Holding their hands, Bai Zhi glanced at each of them.
Coach Heiguang with a relaxed smile.
The serious-looking man in a vest.
He silently pondered for a moment, then began to count down aloud.
"Three...two...one...go!"
The moment the two hands clasped together and exerted force, the air seemed to explode, producing a loud bang.
One-Punch Man: Chapter 85 Incitement
Even S-class heroes have differences. In the original timeline, when fighting against the Space Thieves, Tanktop Master once lifted the steel and concrete wreckage of a high-rise building with one hand and smashed it onto a spaceship thousands of meters in the air.
As the super alloy black light passed by, its powerful, jet-black muscles slammed into the monster blocking its path as if it were air, turning it into a bloody mist.
The necessary explosive power, immense strength, and robust physique are all indispensable.
The three key points of arm wrestling are: instantaneous release of force, leveraging of power, and consistent output.
Unfortunately, these three points are the most basic of basics for both Vest Master and Coach Blacklight.
Therefore, the first thing to suffer was the steel tabletop supporting their elbows.
With a series of sharp, unbearable cracking sounds, the steel tabletop instantly became covered with a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks under everyone's watchful eyes.
The specially made tabletop, which was strong enough to support a hundred tons, lasted for less than five seconds before being completely destroyed by the two monsters.
"You're great, man. I can clearly feel the joy and excitement emanating from your muscles."
Coach Blacklight maintained his smile and half-bent posture, his right elbow firmly fixed in mid-air, his arm strength undiminished, as if forcibly compressing the air into an invisible barrier.
"The power of the vest is limitless, and I am still a beginner on the path of the vest."
The Vest Venerable's lips curled up as he maintained a half-bent posture, his right elbow firmly fixed in mid-air. The difference was that he relied on his strong muscles to maintain his posture and did not fall into a disadvantageous position.
There are only two things he cares about: his underlings and the source of his strength and confidence—his vest.
"Great, I'll have to put in a little effort. Don't worry, the gym's medical equipment is supplied through a partnership with a 5A hospital."
"How dare you talk such nonsense! My underlings are just waiting for your apology."
In an instant, Coach Blacklight's smile vanished, and the muscles in his arms bulged violently, as if flashing with black light, as if to press down on the right hand of the Tank Top Master.
The Vest Master did not overestimate himself. He locked his elbows tightly and remained still, using his waist and spine to support the strange man, Coach Blacklight.
However, the two developed their muscles differently. Coach Blacklight focused on muscles as the core, making him a strongman with almost no weaknesses.
In contrast, the Tank Top Master prefers the physical approach of explosive power.
If the arm wrestling doesn't produce a result immediately, then the winner is obvious.
As expected, under everyone's watchful eyes.
The vest-wearing master's face gradually twisted and became ferocious, his right arm... no, his entire body was pressed down by the black light coach.
With a loud bang, the right hand of the Tank Top Master was firmly embedded in the ground.
The arm-wrestling match ended in victory for Coach Blacklight.
When the thugs of the Vest Gang saw that their leader had lost, they made a commotion, but dared not actually step forward to help.
After all, Coach Blacklight, whose strength surpasses that of Tanktop Master, is watching. If anything goes wrong, they don't believe they can escape unscathed with their older brother's robust physique.
Several thugs in vests helped the Vest Venerable up. They saw that his right hand was bruised and purple from being squeezed, with a clear bruise the size of a palm. The muscles at his wrist joint were torn with dense marks, a spectacle that would only occur when capillaries were ruptured over a large area.
"I lost, not because of the tank top's strength, but because I was too inexperienced. The tank top didn't lose!"
Tank Top Master was helped to his feet and admitted defeat, but he did not believe that Tank Top Master was defeated by Coach Blacklight's muscles.
"Hey kid in the vest, I'm starting to admire you more and more. Come join the gym and I'll help you develop stronger muscles, oh, and the vest power you mentioned."
Coach Blacklight didn't dislike the Tank Top Master's stubbornness; he empathized with the Master's obsession with vests.
Isn't this exactly what my obsession with muscles is like?
That's why I almost lost confidence after an unexpected failure. Fortunately, my friend Bai Zhi helped me find this weakness in advance, so I still have more room for improvement.
Coach Blacklight pondered, his eyes unconsciously glancing at Bai Zhi. The blond-haired guy from the Vest Gang had gotten into trouble because of him, causing his boss to lose to the other side. When they got back, he would definitely be subjected to passive-aggressive treatment or even physical violence from the others.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Coach Heiguang turning his head. Following his gaze, he saw Bai Zhi being pulled in front of him by Chuixue, her collar tugged at the edge of her face. Their cheeks were no more than a hand's width apart, close enough for her to feel the other's breath.
Sykes then grabbed Bai Zhi's ear and scolded him for meddling in things that didn't concern him. She said that if he caused trouble, the two of them would have to clean up the mess.
'That damn pretty boy, having two beauties by his side is bad enough, but he even dares to flaunt his relationship in public... Right, if I can make him make a mistake in front of everyone and shift the blame for my brother's loss onto him, I can avoid trouble. And when the two beauties are flustered, I can take advantage of the situation. Wouldn't that be wonderful?'
The man in the golden retriever vest grinned slyly, composed himself, straightened his expression, and shouted righteously:
"Stop it! Stay away from those two beautiful ladies, you big liar!"
Everyone's eyes, including those of the gym members, the members of the Vest Gang, and Bai Zhi and her two companions, were focused on the blond-haired man in the vest.
Feeling the spotlight on him, the man in the golden vest made up his mind and began his performance.
"Do you think your little schemes can fool anyone? You stirred up everyone's emotions, and even deceived the powerful and kind-hearted Coach Blacklight, causing him and my revered Elder Brother to misunderstand each other, forcing the two of them to be at odds. You used this to arouse everyone's curiosity and divert everyone's attention, trying to hide your dirty and despicable purpose."
The man in the golden vest pointed at Bai Zhi and, with his specially trained sexy cat-like gait, approached Bai Zhi step by step, his righteous gaze fixed on Bai Zhi's cheek.
"Oh ho, purpose? What purpose do I have? I'm just an ordinary person who came to experience the gym." Bai Zhi spread her hands, pretending to be helpless.
Coach Blacklight and Tank Top Master gave each other strange looks.
Bai Zhi did indeed conceal his strength, but he could guarantee that this 'weak' fellow was completely oblivious to his abilities.
This appearance, this misleading tone, seems to be exactly like the C-class hero who slandered Saitama during the massive meteorite fall incident in the original storyline.
I think his name is Vest Tiger. He's a hypocrite who slanders other heroes to elevate his own heroic status, even if those heroes had glorious moments of protecting the people and facing an absolutely invincible enemy.
Bai Zhi could at most guarantee his survival, but whether he died or not was not something he should be concerned about.
One-Punch Man: Chapter 86 Let's Continue
Vest Tiger had to consider that this was his only chance in his life.
He ingratiated himself with Vest Master, thus securing a firm foothold within the Vest Gang.
With Coach Blacklight as a close friend, who would dare to breathe on me?
He hoped to use this opportunity to meet two stunning beauties and realize his ambition of having them both by his side.
The path to the pinnacle of life begins now.
"You used sweet words to slander the muscle monster that our brothers in the Vest Gang bravely eliminated, causing a misunderstanding between Coach Blacklight and us. Everyone here knows that Coach Blacklight is kind-hearted and would never doubt our chivalrous men who dared to stand up for us and fight the monster to the death. Everyone saw that after coming down from the second floor, you stood around Coach Blacklight the whole time."
First, separate Coach Blacklight from the weirdo Bai Zhi, and incidentally plant a thorn in their side.
Bai Zhi looked bewildered: "......"
"Later, when Coach Blacklight and Big Brother had a conflict, it was you who stirred things up again. Communication between men is all about fists clashing, which is a shortcut to revealing one's true feelings. But you insisted on suggesting arm wrestling, such a painless pastime."
He used this opportunity to alleviate the frustration of the Tank Top Master's defeat and elevate his own status within the Tank Top Gang.
Bai Zhi was speechless: "..."
"Finally, you stepped forward and used the countdown to decide whether the match would start or not, using the prestige and charisma of your older brother and Coach Blacklight to increase your presence and attract the hearts of those two beautiful ladies. Could it be that the muscle monster was brought here by you ignoring the crowd? What are your true intentions? Is there even a shred of goodness in your heart?!"
By distorting the facts and inciting suspicion, they have sown the seeds of public outrage.
Bai Zhi was utterly speechless: "..."
The young man in the vest, nicknamed "Tiger," grinned knowingly. "The plan is complete. Let me deliver the final blow!"
“If you’re a real man, use your strength to decide right and wrong. I won’t bully you. Let’s use the arm wrestling you suggested to appease the anger of everyone around us who have been deceived by you.”
Vest Tiger took the initiative to move to another steel tabletop for arm wrestling, not giving Bai Zhi time to refute. As long as he won, no, as long as the arm wrestling match started, it would be equivalent to Bai Zhi acquiescing to these slanders. At that time, no amount of explanation would be of any use.
Besides, how can a pretty boy with barely any muscle, who has some looks but no real appeal, compare to the muscles I've built up over the years?
Blinking, Bai Zhi scanned the people that the man in the vest had mentioned earlier.
Coach Blacklight (a close friend I just met), Tank Top Master (a kind-hearted person at heart), Fubuki and Sykes (the boss and colleague of Fubuki's group).
Finally, the camera focused on the continuously recording live stream.
This young man in the vest, you must be quite tech-savvy, otherwise you wouldn't be completely clueless about cameras.
“Tiger…” The Vest-Top Venerable wanted to persuade the Vest-Top Tiger to stop showing his ugly side, but was rejected by the other party with righteous indignation: “Brother Venerable, this is a matter of dignity and morality. I will not allow a morally corrupt guy to appear in front of everyone without any shame.”
Yin Linqi died 7? [ "No need. Since this brother has misunderstood me, I will explain everything to him properly." Bai Zhi pressed down on the Vest Venerable and pushed him aside, then grasped the right hand of the Vest Tiger. "You just made three rumors about me, so let's have a three-round contest." "Rumors? That's common knowledge." The man in the vest clenched his fists, wanting to give his opponent a taste of his power. You can feel the texture as if you were crushing a stone, and Bai Zhi's expression remained unchanged. He suddenly panicked. No, wait, I haven't lost yet. Bai Zhi's decision to agree to the arm-wrestling match was a mistake; it was tantamount to admitting guilt, and any attempt to defend herself was futile. The moment Coach Heiguang started the countdown: three, two, one. The man in the vest exerted force, and Bai Zhi's hand hit the table... but nothing happened. The two of them clasped their hands together and remained motionless, but their expressions were completely opposite. The tiger in the vest was covered in sweat, while Bai Zhi maintained a proper smile. She opened her mouth with the Dark-type move Bewitch, which she had shared with Umbreon, and pressed her palm down hard. "First of all, as you said in your first point, the reason I stood with Coach Heiguang was because he was the fitness coach I had booked in advance. We were exercising on the second floor, and we were attracted down by the noise you were making on the first floor."