Marvel Superheroes in China

"Managing sheep."

"age."

"Fifty-two."

"How heavy are you going to lift?"

Guan Yang glanced back at Qin Wu, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and declared loudly without any hesitation, "I will lift six thousand jin. To make me compete with someone whose bones and muscles resonate is an insult to me. But since the rules of the competition are such, I, Guan, cannot violate them... So, I will challenge six thousand jin in one go and widen the gap between myself and trash."

Guan Yang spoke arrogantly, but in reality, he was unsure of himself.

Qin Wu had actually scared him away just now; that was too uncanny. If he were to meet Qin Wu in the arena and lose even a single move, how would he save face? Even if he won, if he couldn't kill Qin Wu in one move, he still wouldn't have any dignity. After all, he possessed internal energy, while Qin Wu only had his bones and muscles resonating.

However, Guan Yang recalled Qin Wu's speed just now and felt uneasy. The probability of being killed in one move was... infinitely low.

If I were to face off against Qin Wu, it would probably take some effort.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Qin Wu with amusement. Qin Wu simply smiled and said nothing, though a cold glint lurked in his eyes.

You're in charge of sheep, aren't you? You can't escape!

As he spoke, Guan Yang walked up to the 6,000-jin stone lock, which weighed three tons. Its size was terrifying, about half the size of a room. Guan Yang, standing beside it, appeared incredibly small in comparison.

It gives people a strong visual shock and a sense of impossibility.

A martial artist is a martial artist. It's not about physique or muscles, but about strength.

"rise!"

Grabbing the handrail, Guan Yang let out a loud roar.

With a 'whoosh', the large rock suddenly passed overhead.

Meanwhile, some cracks appeared in the ground beneath Guan Yang's feet, but it did not collapse.

Guan Yang's entire body was flushed red, and he was sweating profusely. His two legs were trembling like leaves.

"Fuck!"

"Six thousand catties!"

"Guan Yang is so powerful."

"Even someone as powerful as Guan Yang isn't ranked on the Earthly Ranking. Just how prestigious is that Earthly Ranking?"

"Holy crap, are martial artists all this terrifying?"

"Why did Zhang Hongbing sink into a 4,000-pound stone, but only the ground cracked when the stone weighed 6,000 pounds?"

"Are the weights different?"

"No, it's the difference in martial artists' control."

Amidst the murmurs, Guan Yang threw down a stone, and after registering it, glanced disdainfully at Qin Wu.

Qin Wu responded with a smile.

"Next!"

The staff member finished speaking.

Qin Wu suddenly stepped forward: "Me!"

"..."

At that moment, the atmosphere froze.

Guan Yang's expression changed, while everyone else looked at Qin Wu and then at Guan Yang with expressions of anticipation for a good show.

Everyone's smart enough to see at a glance that Qin Wu and Guan Yang are at odds...

Chapter 96: Speaking

When Qin Wu took a step forward, everyone in the entire inner area stopped what they were doing.

Everyone was incredibly curious: just how skilled was this guy who dared to challenge the internal strength master, Qi Kong?

Will he succeed or not?

How strong is he? What kind of strength gave him the courage to challenge a master of internal energy?

The staff member looked at Qin Wu in silence for a while before finally saying, "Name."

"Qin Wu".

"age."

"22."

There was a bit of an uproar after the age was announced.

Twenty-two years old—this age, compared to other martial artists, is practically fleeting. In an age where people often live to be over a hundred, twenty-two is just a fraction of their lifespan.

"He's really only twenty-two years old."

"Sigh, I've wasted my life."

"At twenty-two, he was already the founder of a school of martial arts, a master of internal strength, and a martial artist capable of challenging those with internal energy. As for me, at twenty-two, I hadn't even graduated from university yet, and was still just wasting my days playing video games. It was tough."

"I wish I were Qin Wu."

"..."

Amidst the whispers, a staff member said, "To qualify for the internal strength competition, you must meet the standard. The minimum is 4,000 jin. Qin Wu, what weight do you want to challenge?"

Qin Wu smiled and didn't say anything, he just kept walking forward.

Soon, they arrived at the 4,000-pound boulder.

He didn't stop and continued walking forward.

Many people raised their eyebrows. Could it be that Qin Wu's strength exceeded four thousand jin?

It passed 4,600 jin (approximately 2,800 kg) and still didn't stop.

At this moment, many people couldn't sit still any longer.

Zhang Hongbing, who had previously challenged a 4,600-jin (approximately 2,800 kg) opponent, was particularly shocked as he stared at Qin Wu in disbelief. This guy, whose bones were throbbing, was actually stronger than someone who had just entered the inner strength realm.

This...this is unbelievable.

Even after passing five thousand jin, Qin Wu still did not stop!

Suddenly, the scene exploded with a 'boom'.

"Insanity!"

"This is absolutely outrageous."

"He actually passed by a 5,000-jin truck without stopping?"

"Does he intend to challenge himself to handle 6,000 jin (3,000 kg)?"

"It's absolutely laughable."

"Hahaha, isn't he afraid of being crushed to death by a boulder? How did Ying Dang of the Qin Dynasty die? He tried to lift the tripod like Xiang Yu, and ended up being crushed to death."

"..."

At this moment, a staff member kindly reminded him, "Qin Wu, if you go any further, the weight will be six thousand jin."

"I know."

Qin Wu nodded, then looked at Guan Yang, whose face was gloomy, and thought to himself: My strength is 5,860 jin.

But actually, this is not absolute!

A martial artist's strength cannot be measured by the strength of his arms.

It includes skills, explosive power, leg strength, waist strength, and the strength of all joints in the body.

Weightlifting does not mean that if you have arm strength of 5,800 jin, you can only lift 5,800 jin.

The arms only provide support. The key lies in the coordination of all the joints and muscles in the body. It requires a burst of instantaneous force to lift the heavy object.

In fact, once you can lift it above your head, it doesn't require much effort at all.

Qin Wu estimated that his strength of 5,800 jin should be enough to lift a boulder of at least 7,000 jin. No problem at all.

Because the arm only provides a momentary burst of power based on the lever principle; once it starts moving, it involves the strength of the waist, legs, arms, and the entire body working together. The resulting burst of power, achieved through this coordination, is well over seven thousand.

However, Qin Wu did not intend to attract too much attention. He simply walked to the 6,000-pound boulder, stopped, turned around and looked at Guan Yang with a smile, saying, "I hope my first opponent will be you."

Guan Yang sneered, "You think you're worthy?"

Qin Wu smiled but said nothing, simply gripping the handrails of the 6,000-jin stone lock with both hands.

At that moment, everyone in the audience held their breath, including ordinary people watching the live broadcast in front of their televisions. A sense of tension gripped them.

Qin Wu, can you really lift it?

"Hi."

Give a low drink.