121 Coach, Do You Think I've Done It To the Standard?
"Good luck, you can do it. Believe in your professionalism."
Ye Feng saw that the yellow-haired coach was pushing so hard, so he cheered for him.
"Ah..."
The yellow-haired coach did five more on and off and could not do any more.
He hurriedly stopped what he was doing and sat up.
He felt that if he were to do one more, he would probably have a brain hemorrhage.
"Cough, cough, do you understand? When you can reach such a standard and train to my level, you'll pass."
The coach was still trying to find someone to replace him. He was really thick-skinned.
Ye Feng nodded. "I understand, but if I want to reach the level of the coach, I'm afraid I have to increase the amount."
As he spoke, he turned to the two coaches beside him and said, "Help me add another 50 kilograms."
The two coaches thought they had heard wrong and immediately looked at each other.
"I didn't hear wrong, did I? He's going to add another 50 kilograms?"
"It's already 100 kilograms. Can he lift another 50 kilograms?"
Although the two of them were confused, they still followed Ye Feng's instructions and added another 50 kilograms to the barbell.
At that moment, everyone in the gym stopped working out and gathered around to watch the show.
The yellow-haired coach sneered, "Bro, don't force yourself if you can't do it. 150kg, are you sure you can lift it?"
"I'll try." Ye Feng smiled lightly, then slowly lay down on the training stool.
He grabbed the barbell with both hands and pushed it up.
One.
Five.
Ten...
He looked very relaxed.
The yellow-haired coach felt a burning pain on his cheek.
It was already very difficult for him to lift 100 kilograms just now, and he almost burst his blood vessels.
Yet, this kid lifted 150 kilograms with such ease.
"Coach, do you want to try?"
Ye Feng sat up and looked at the coach with a sincere expression.
The yellow-haired coach's face twitched.
This kid was definitely trying to embarrass him.
That was 150 kilograms.
He would probably die if he tried.
Ye Feng did not continue to make things difficult for him. He turned his head and smiled at the two coaches.
"Add another 50 kilograms."
Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.
It was already 150 kilograms, and he wanted more?
Was he trying to challenge the limits of humanity?
Although they were shocked, the two coaches still did as he said.
This time, Ye Feng clearly felt that he was having a hard time.
The motion of pushing also began to slow down.
One.
Three.
Five...
When the coaches saw this scene, they felt their cheeks burning.
Although they were coaches, none of them dared to say that they could bench press 200 kg.
They didn't expect that they would be defeated by a fitness noob.
At this time, Ye Feng spoke again, "Give me another 50 kilograms."
The two coaches couldn't hold it in any longer. They quickly begged, "Brother, it's already 200 kilograms. It'll be dangerous if we add more."
"That's right, Brother. You're already very awesome. There's no need to force yourself."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ye Feng was unmoved.
The purpose of his visit today was to challenge his body's limits and to understand the specific qualities of his body.
How could he give up halfway?
The two of them had no choice but to add another 50 kilograms.
At this moment, the weight of the barbell had reached 250 kilograms, which was a terrifying number.
Everyone in the gym held their breath.
They seemed to be even more nervous than Ye Feng.
Ye Feng took a deep breath. He grabbed the barbell and pushed it up.
The weight this time had indeed reached his limit.
The process was very strenuous, and her face began to turn red.
One.
Two.
Three...
After pushing ten times, he finally stopped.
The gym immediately burst into thunderous applause.
They had never heard of such terrifying power.
Furthermore, Ye Feng was not a muscular man in the standard sense.
Especially when compared to the few burly fitness coaches, he could only be described as 'thin and weak.'
They had never thought that such a body would contain such a terrifying power.
Ye Feng stood up slowly and looked at the blonde coach. "Coach, do you think I did it to the standard?"
The yellow-haired coach's face had already turned the color of pig liver.
He had only wanted to use this opportunity to show off in front of Gu Lin.
He didn't expect that this kid wouldn't give him face.
He had a hard time lifting a hundred kilograms just now.
Yet, this kid could lift 250 kilograms.
With such a comparison, he appeared to be too useless.
Thinking of this, he quickly looked at Gu Lin.
Then, he saw her beautiful eyes sizing up Ye Feng with interest.
This made him even more unhappy. He immediately sneered at Ye Feng, "What's the use of having great strength? Endurance is actually more important. Do you dare to compete with me in running?"
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. "How do we compete?"
The yellow-haired coach pointed at the two treadmills next to him. "It's simple. Whoever can't run first loses."
Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly. "As you wish."
The two of them then walked to the treadmills and started them up.
The yellow-haired coach adjusted the machine to a speed of 8km/h and began to jog.
But Ye Feng was not satisfied with this turtle speed, he started to increase his speed.
10km/h
15km/h
20km/h
In the end, he started to run on the treadmill.
The people in the gym were dumbfounded.
Normally, a speed of about 8km/h was the most suitable.
And with Ye Feng's speed, it was extremely energy-consuming.
It probably wouldn't be long before he couldn't run anymore.
"Little brother, slow down a bit. Otherwise, you won't be able to run for long."
"Yeah, the coach said it's a competition to see who can run longer. If you run like this, you'll run out of energy very quickly."
"Little brother, don't try to be brave. Look at how the coach runs. You should learn from him."
Many of the athletes who had been convinced by Ye Feng tried to persuade him out of good intentions.
However, Ye Feng was unmoved. He continued to increase his speed.
He accelerated until the speed reached 50km/h.
His two feet were running as if he was flying.
The crowd could only see the afterimages of his two feet.
