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They looked in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, the 400-pound stone lock has begun to be lifted.

This weight, when converted, is equivalent to the weight of three large household refrigerators.

Now, only five people remain.

The first woman we tried was slightly dark-skinned and tall.

After several attempts, he could only barely lift the stone lock a few centimeters off the ground and was unable to straighten it up. Seeing this, he had no choice but to give up.

Even so, there are still hundreds of thousands in prize money.

Then two people, one of whom lifted him up, but only for two or three seconds, so it doesn't count.

The last one was a man wearing a black vest with a snake tattoo on his arm.

This is also the same Hu clan member who previously claimed he could deadlift 300 kilograms.

He took a deep breath.

He gripped the handle of the stone lock, veins bulging on his neck, and shakily lifted it up.

I managed to hold on for ten seconds, which is barely acceptable.

Upon seeing this, everyone around applauded.

In previous years, during the "Chengli Festival", most of the clansmen stopped in front of this 400-pound stone lock.

Being able to lift it basically qualifies one as the "hammer bearer".

The man clearly understood this as well, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

No one knows how much he suffered for this moment.

However, at the next moment, an untimely voice rang out.

"What's going on? Once you're done carrying it, get out of my way."

He swayed and was pushed aside by an arm.

I almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

I turned my head to look.

The person who came was none other than...

It was that chubby little boy named Hu Zetong.

Ignoring the person beside him, he walked to the stone lock, stretched out a hand, and grabbed it.

next second.

To everyone's astonishment, he actually lifted it up with one arm, even raising it above his head.

This scene caused the person who was about to get angry to stop speaking.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the chubby little boy in front of him.

Is it even human to be able to lift a 400-pound stone lock with one hand?

Hu Zetong ignored the other person's gaze and put it down.

The effortless movement was like swinging a toy.

"Your turn!"

Hu Zetong looked at Hu Long behind him.

He naturally recognized him.

The other party was the same person who had tricked him before.

Thinking of this, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

Prepare to see the other person make a fool of themselves.

Looking at the 400-pound stone lock, Hu Long didn't hesitate much.

He stretched out his hands and lifted it up directly.

At this moment, the Hu clan member in the black vest stood to the side.

His expression had changed from one of astonishment to one of utter disbelief.

He lifted the 400-pound stone lock and was almost completely exhausted.

But why were those two guys lifted up so easily?

Is this some kind of living hell?

It looks like he won't even get second place this time.

"Not bad, you're quite interesting! But you're still a long way from being as good as me."

Hu Zetong glanced at Hu Long with some surprise, not expecting that the other party could also lift it.

However, he didn't take it to heart.

Currently, only the two of them remain on the field.

"These stone weights are too light; it's too boring to keep comparing them like this."

Hu Zetong walked to the side and stood in front of the 450-pound stone lock. He stretched out an arm and lifted it up again.

That posture was extremely relaxed.

As they were talking.

He looked at Hu Long to one side.

"How about we settle this with one game?"

"What are you planning to do?"

Hu Long remained unmoved and asked calmly.

"Great-grandfather, I want to try that!"

Hu Zetong did not answer Hu Long's question, but looked at Hu Zhenkui and pointed to an item placed at the very end.

Unlike the stone locks displayed in front.

Here stands a huge three-legged bronze cauldron.

This object is called the Deer Cauldron, and it weighs over a thousand catties.

However, that was the terminology used during the Yun Dynasty; twelve liang equaled one jin.

According to the current calculation method of ten liang equaling one jin, it would be a full 1,200 jin.

The tripod has three legs and is cast in bronze.

Unlike stone locks, which can be grasped and held, this cauldron has a round belly and tall legs, leaving no place to hold it. The only way to lift it up is to hug the entire cauldron.

But this object weighs a thousand pounds; how could a mortal body possibly lift it?

Over the years, although many strong members of the Hu clan have emerged, it has been impossible for them to lift this thing.

Aside from some elderly people who know about it.

The only time he successfully lifted the cauldron was twenty years ago.

That's the only time in nearly a century.

"Well, since you're confident, then give it a try!"

Clan Chief Hu Zhenkui nodded.

I didn't interfere too much with the other person's performance. No matter where you are, only competition can make people improve.

As the clan leader, I am happy to see clan members compete within certain limits.

Of course, there's one more thing.

He wanted to see just how far this little guy could go.

"Yes, Great-Grandfather Clan Chief!"

After saying that, Hu Zetong gave Hu Long a provocative look.

The meaning was clear: I'd like to see how you surpass me.

Unfortunately, Hu Long ignored him completely, his expression remaining unchanged.

This gave him the feeling of punching cotton, making him feel extremely frustrated.

Hu Zetong took a deep breath and his gaze fell on the silent bronze cauldron.

The cauldron was dark and its three legs were firmly planted on the ground, as if they had grown together with the stone slab.

The surrounding tribesmen were completely silent, all eyes fixed on him.

He walked to the cauldron, bent down, opened his arms, and hugged one of its legs.

His back slumped slowly, his arms tensing.

next second.

Suddenly, the veins on his neck and forehead bulged, and his cheeks flushed red.

The thousand-pound deer cauldron began to lift off the ground little by little as he exerted force with his arms.

The mud and sand fell from the legs of the tripod, and the tripod slowly rose until he used all his strength to lift it in front of him!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost.

Almost everyone had forgotten how to speak.

Suddenly, there was complete silence.

What did they see?

The deer-shaped tripod, weighing over a thousand pounds, was actually lifted up by the other party.

Are you kidding me!

This scene.

Even those from the same family couldn't help but look at it with surprise.

His eyes were filled with shock, envy, and admiration.

Because they understood what this meant better than other tribesmen.

He was born with superhuman strength!

That's a true genius.

"This power is much stronger than mine was back then. In terms of sheer strength, it has probably reached the late stage of Body Forging."

Hu Li watched this scene with a slight frown and a complicated expression.

She is indeed a genius, but the person in front of her is even more of a genius.

……

Compared to the onlookers.

Hu Zetong, who was in the middle of the scene, was actually not having a good time.

Unlike the previous stone locks.

Although the bronze cauldron was lifted, it was clearly not an easy task.

At this moment, his arms trembled violently, the bronze cauldron shook slightly, and he stumbled, causing tiny cracks to appear on the stone slab.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Just as the fifth second was about to pass, a streak of bright red blood suddenly trickled down from his nostrils, across his tightly pursed lips, and dripped onto his shirt.

Hu Zetong's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, yet he still desperately held on.

However, at this moment, the dam of strength has already cracked, and it cannot be held up by willpower alone.

His arm began to swing uncontrollably, causing the cauldron to tilt.

"boom--!"

next moment.

A muffled thud, dust billowed, and broken bricks flew everywhere.

He finally exhausted himself and put the cauldron down heavily, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

He staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

——Whew!

His breathing was heavy and labored, like a bellows, and blood was still dripping from his nose, hitting the ground.

The surroundings were completely quiet.

All eyes were on Hu Zetong.

There was shock, regret, and lingering fear.

After all, this thing is going to fall down.

If you're not careful, someone could be crushed to death on the spot.

Even though he didn't actually succeed, he did manage to lift the tripod.

This is something that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Hu Zetong wiped the blood from his nose and turned to look at Hu Long behind him.

He raised a slightly provocative smile.

"Come on, try lifting me up like this if you dare!"

"Okay, I'll give it a try!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Long nodded and walked straight toward the three-legged bronze cauldron without any hesitation.

Upon seeing this, everyone was taken aback.

I never expected Hu Long to actually dare to raise the issue.

He Yanling, who was watching from the side, wanted to stop them.

However, Hu Chengwen stopped him.

"Don't worry, the clan leader is watching over things, and Xiao Long has grown a lot now, so he won't do anything he's not sure of."

As he spoke, the look of shock in his eyes had not yet faded.

He Yanling looked unwell.

"Hu Chengwen, if anything happens to Xiao Long, I'll never forgive you!"

She didn't care about family ties at all; she just wanted her child to be healthy.

Hu Chengwen opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Hu Long's current performance gave him a glimmer of hope.

He didn't want to give up.

Hu Zetong, standing on one side, also doubted that Hu Long could lift it.

Only by experiencing it firsthand can you know how heavy it really is.

"Don't try to fight head-on if you don't have the strength; you might just crush yourself!"

……

"Hu Zhao, are you really not going to stop your brother? Don't blame my nephew if he gets hurt later."

On the sidelines, Hu Xiao glanced at Hu Zhao not far away, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Hu Zhao pursed his lips and remained silent.

She finally understood where the other party's confidence came from: Hu Zetong was the other party's nephew.

Given this situation, entering the family home will be a natural progression.

With this relationship in place, they certainly have the right to be arrogant.

Thinking this way.

Her gaze was fixed on Hu Long's back.

Over the course of their time together, she naturally noticed a certain inexplicable change in her younger brother.

For example, he has become less reckless and more composed than before.

Since he dared to step forward, he must have some confidence.

But... that bronze cauldron was simply too terrifying.

Her hands clenched slightly in her sleeves, and when she heard Hu Xiao's teasing voice in a high-pitched voice, a cold fire suddenly rose in her heart.

"Hu Xiao".

She turned her face, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

"If you say another sarcastic remark, believe me, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Hu Xiao's expression choked.

In all the years they'd known each other, she'd only seen that expression on Hu Zhao's face once.

It was when someone pushed Hu Long when he was a child.

She knew this woman was truly capable of such a thing, so she had no choice but to swallow her words, though she sneered inwardly.

Hu Zetong was her own nephew, and she knew his strength and physique all too well.

Hu Long's ability to lift a 400-jin stone lock was indeed surprising to her, but this cauldron... was absolutely impossible.

"Just wait. Once Zetong joins the main family, you'll be begging me on your knees."