"The potential test is simple: strength, speed, and destructive power. I know you're a support character, so I'll definitely give you special treatment!" Xue Nuo remembered that Fang Zong called her "little sister," and emphasized the words "little sister."
Next, the little bunny stayed behind. Xue Nuo and Fang Zong entered the elevator, and then Fang Zong discovered that the elevator was not going up, but going down. It took a full three minutes, and he didn't know how deep it had descended, before the elevator doors opened.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a large gym covering thousands of square meters, filled with all sorts of exercise equipment.
There were very few people; looking around, there were only a dozen or so.
"They're not very strong," Fang Zong chuckled, feeling that even the strongest among them hadn't reached the level of a magic technique.
“Shancheng is just a third-tier city with few people with the strength of a magic sect. Besides, our personnel are very free, so they didn’t come.” Xue Nuo shook his head and said, “But there will be more in the future, such as Steel Bear and Overlord Blade sent by headquarters. Especially Overlord Blade, a few years ago, the Japanese Swift Wind Sword Master came to challenge the major sects and was chased by him for three thousand miles with a golden ring sword for eighteen days.
"What a hero!" Fang Zong's eyes lit up, feeling that he and Ba Dao must have a lot in common.
For example, let's discuss whether to slice Yasuo on a cutting board or steam him.
Just then, Xue Nuo arrived at the barbell, chased away the people playing with it, and added a dozen or so heavy barbell weights with a clatter: "Let's test our strength first." She said with a smile, pointing to the dark barbell that made Fang Zong's heart tremble.
High up, in a room with one-way glass, Old Meng held a purple clay teapot and sipped his azure flower tea with relish: "Xiao Nuo is bullying people again! Although Xiao Zong has a method to enhance physical strength, she is still just a support character. How can she, a warrior-type general, use her strength to bully others?"
“Fang Zong is the person you have taken a liking to, I’m actually worried that Xiao Nuo will lose face.” Li Xiaoran spoke with a slight respect, but still indifferently.
She looked down through the glass, her gaze falling on Fang Zong's arm, which was exposed after he took off his coat. That arm was very strong.
At this moment, Xue Nuo smiled smugly, squatted down, and grabbed the barbell: "Come on, don't say that I'm bullying you. My method for strengthening my physique is called Explosive Power, which is already a level six method. I'm suppressing it to the same level four as you. Let's try to take down a 1200-pound one first."
With a whoosh, Xue Nuo's slender arms, without any visible muscle bulge, actually lifted a 1,200-pound barbell, raised it high with both hands, and three seconds later, threw it to the ground with the force of an earthquake.
"Shall I give it a try?" Fang Zong was itching to try it.
He knew he was very strong, but in San Francisco, he was afraid of revealing his strength, so he didn't test it. Not long after returning to China, he didn't have the opportunity either.
1200 pounds! I wonder if I can lift it?
"A fourth-level technique can weigh 1,200 jin, which is equivalent to the level of a demigod in terms of strength. You're just a support, so don't push yourself too hard." Xue Nuo 'kindly' reminded her, and almost couldn't help but cover her mouth to watch the show.
The dozen or so people in the gym all looked over, wanting to join in the fun, but with Xue Nuo there, they didn't dare.
Fang Zong nodded, not daring to be careless. He first applied anti-slip powder to his injury, clapped his hands, and bent over to grip the barbell, imitating Xue Nuo's posture.
"Huh? He really wants to try handling 1200 jin?" Old Man Meng chuckled like a sly fox from afar. He knew in his heart that Xue Nuo looked relaxed, but she was a warrior general with near-god-level potential. 1200 jin was already at the level of a quasi-god-level potential for a support-type general!
"Should I go down and stop them?" Li Xiaoran asked coldly. Potential tests are all from easy to difficult. If they directly put someone at the demigod level, it would be easy to injure Fang Zong.
Old Man Meng thought for a moment, and was about to nod when he saw Fang Zong clench his fists, and his muscles started up like a machine. He quickly stopped and stared intently at him.
With a force of over a thousand pounds in his hands, Fang Zong felt his muscles begin to move in resistance, his power surging like a spring, and his blood burning.
Yes, the blood is burning!
His eyes narrowed, he gave a soft shout, and his chest suddenly thrust upwards!
"Holy crap!" Caught off guard, Fang Zong suddenly lifted the barbell. The force of gravity was even greater, pulling him backward. It took him seven or eight steps to regain his balance, and he subconsciously pulled back one hand to wipe away the cold sweat.
"That was close! I almost fell. Being crushed by such a heavy barbell would have been terrible," Fang Zong said, still shaken.
Then……
"Hahahaha..." Ninth Sister burst out laughing.
Next to Fang Zong, Xue Nuo, who was eating her ice cream, suddenly bit off the ice cream spoon.
Inside the huge gym, the eyes of more than a dozen people shone brightly, and the sound of them gasping for air was remarkably synchronized. Meng Laode couldn't resist entering the gym and looking around.
Li Xiaoran also came down, her cold eyes filled with disbelief.
"Xiao Zong, you seem to be having a lot of fun?" Old Meng reached out and tried to touch Fang Zong's arm.
Fang Zong then realized that he was wiping sweat with one hand. So, where was the barbell? He looked up and saw the barbell he was holding with one hand, and it wasn't particularly tiring.
"Want some more?" Fang Zong asked. He didn't know the limit of his strength yet, and in the Eastern Kingdom, there was no need to hide his strength anymore.
Meng Laode nodded in agreement: "Even for warrior-type generals, the threshold for a fourth-level technique and a quasi-god-level talent is only 2,400 jin. You can lift 1,200 jin with one hand, so you definitely have quasi-god-level talent. Alright, let's test your strength. How about 2,500 jin?"
Fang Zong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Xiao Nuo," Meng Laode called out.
Two thousand five hundred pounds is such a terrifying weight that ordinary barbells can't handle it; only a martial arts expert could do it. Xue Nuo nodded reluctantly, stretched out her small hand, and grabbed the middle of the barbell.
"Get ready, 2,500 jin!" Xue Nuo shouted, and began to exert force.
"That feels so good!" Fang Zong suddenly shouted, straightening his body abruptly.
"Fine, let's do it again!" Xue Nuo was still unconvinced.
"Three thousand jin!" Fang Zong straightened his back again.
My goodness! Is this even human?! Is it a Tyrannosaurus Rex? Xue Nuo didn't know what to say.
When Xue Nuo started sweating profusely after reaching 3,400 jin (approximately 1,200 kg), Fang Zong called for a stop, took a towel from a member of the Ghost Killing Team, and wiped away the thin layer of sweat from his body.
The usually aloof Li Xiaoran now had a gleam in her large eyes.
She didn't even care about 3,400 jin, but when she was at the fourth level of the technique, she wasn't as strong as Fang Zong.
Is Fang Zong still a support role? No, he doesn't seem like it anymore!
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