I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 155 You Came Just in Time

At that moment, Dr. Payton's usual gentle and professional expression froze.

His brown eyes widened slightly, his gaze falling on Liu Yue, whose clothes were disheveled and whose cheeks were flushed, on the examination bed, before shifting to Li Ang, who was also breathing unsteadily.

Finally, his gaze swept over the somewhat disheveled white examination sheet.

His expression was subtle, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

But all these emotions were fleeting.

She coughed lightly, clearing her throat, a gesture that allowed her to put on her professional and composed mask once again.

She spoke in her usual calm and pleasant voice, devoid of much emotion, and said calmly, "It seems I've come at the wrong time."

As she spoke, she took a small half-step back, placed her right hand on the doorknob, and made as if to step back and close the door again.

Liu Yue's face instantly turned red. She subconsciously tried to get up from Li Ang, but Li Ang gently pressed down on her waist.

Just as Dr. Payton tightened his grip and the door was about to close, Li Ang's voice rang out: "No, Dr. Payton."

Dr. Payton stopped in his tracks as he was about to close the door.

She raised her eyes and looked at Li Ang again.

With a hint of inquiry and exploration.

Liu Yue also looked up in surprise, forgetting her shyness, and stared at Li Ang with wide eyes, seemingly not understanding why he had called the school doctor.

Li Ang calmly met Dr. Peyton's gaze, then turned his head to look at Liu Yue beside him, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes held a mixture of doubt and nervousness.

He paused for about a second, then looked back at the school doctor standing gracefully and calmly at the door, and said clearly, "You've come at just the right time."

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The air seemed to freeze.

Dr. Payton slowly released his hand from the doorknob.

Liu Yue was initially stunned, but when she saw Li Ang's calm and determined gaze, and then looked at the mature and beautiful Dr. Peyton at the door, who exuded intellectual charm, a strange mix of extreme stimulation, secret excitement, and a certain eagerness suddenly dispelled her initial embarrassment and nervousness.

Instead of getting angry or objecting, a strange radiance slowly appeared on her face.

His eyes darted back and forth between Li Ang and Dr. Peyton, and he subconsciously licked his somewhat dry lips.

After a few seconds of silence, Dr. Payton finally moved.

She slowly and completely walked into the infirmary, and gently closed the door behind her.

With a soft click, the door lock clicked shut.

Dr. Payton placed his briefcase on the cabinet by the door with a composed movement.

Then he turned around, leaned lightly against the door, crossed his arms, and looked leisurely at the two people on the examination bed.

An enigmatic smile curved at the corners of his lips.

Dr. Payton spoke softly, "Really? Then tell me, what should I do now?"

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After a period of relentless and shameless training with Karen, Liu Yue, Payton, and others, coupled with the boost from the Titan Potion from Pinnacle Biotechnology, Li Ang's strength improved by leaps and bounds.

In the blink of an eye, he had already approached the strength of the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

That day, after the school team's training camp, Bruce once again invited Li Ang to the gym where they had trained together before.

Upon entering, the air was filled with the smells of sweat and rust.

There's also the cloyingly sweet smell of various protein powders and energy drinks.

It's rush hour after get off work, and the equipment area is packed with people.

The hum of the treadmill, the crisp sound of the barbell plates colliding, and the heavy breathing all blended together.

Li Ang and Bruce had just pushed open the glass door.

Martin Sawyer, the burly boss at the front desk, suddenly looked up, his eyes lighting up instantly.

He immediately roared in his hoarse voice, so loud it drowned out the background music: "Hey! Look who's here! The hero of River Valley Community! Our Light Speed ​​Runner Number 21!"

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His shout drew the attention of half the gym.

Several guys who were bench pressing stopped, and the girls on the treadmill slowed down and turned their heads.

Martin walked around the counter and slapped Li Ang on the shoulder, saying, "My God, Li Ang! I was there at the game last night! You were a god! You were fucking a god! That last ball drop and counter-attack, my God, I sprayed beer all over those Lincoln hillbillies!"

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He turned around, waving his arms across the gym like a frenzied emcee, and shouted, "Guys! Ladies! Let's get to know each other! This is number 21 from the River Valley Academy Knights, Li Ang! He's the one who utterly crushed the invincible Lincoln Lumberjacks! He scored—damn, how many points again? Anyway, he got almost all of them!"

A cacophony of discussion and exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Wow! It really is him!

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"Last night's game was insane!"

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"I saw him there! That speed!"

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"Hey, Li Ang! Well done!"

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"Kid, you've made our River Valley community proud!"

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On the treadmill, several young women wearing sports vests and tight shorts, with hot figures, also stopped exercising.

They looked over curiously, their gazes lingering on Li Ang, whispering amongst themselves and occasionally letting out soft laughter.

Bruce put his arm around Leon's shoulder smugly, as if he were part of the praise, and said, "Hey, keep it down, Martin."

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He said that, but his expression was anything but modest.

Li Ang nodded in response to the noise around him, preparing to go to the locker room with Bruce to change clothes.

He didn't like being watched, but he wasn't being rude.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out from the squat rack, clearly disdainful: "Him? He single-handedly took down a logging team? You're kidding me."

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The crowd fell silent for a moment.

A tall, muscular young man with a mohawk and dark skin, wearing a sleeveless, tight black vest, emerged from behind the squat rack.

He had a towel draped around his neck, and the muscles in his arms and shoulders were bulging, with veins showing.

He's obviously someone who does strength training regularly.

He was accompanied by two or three other equally burly companions.

Martin frowned and snapped, "DeSean, shut your stinking mouth."

The young black man named DeShawn stepped forward, looked Li Ang up and down, and made no attempt to hide the contempt in his eyes. "Am I wrong, Martin? Look at this skinny guy, a whole size thinner than the lumberjacks' running back. With his physique, how could he possibly play in that kind of game? If you ask me, either those idiots on the lumberjacks had diarrhea all last night, or you're just talking nonsense."

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A middle-aged man who was working out his biceps couldn't help but curse, "You're talking nonsense! I was there! I saw it with my own eyes! Li Ang single-handedly broke through their defenses! What do you know?!"

"Exactly! DeShawn, if you haven't watched the game, don't spout nonsense!"

"The Lumberjacks are weak? They led by 28 points in the first half!"

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Those who had watched the game around them immediately voiced their objections.

DeShawn pursed his lips, picked at his ear, and said to his companion, "Did you hear that? These guys are turning a high school game into a religion."

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He looked at Li Ang again, raised his chin provocatively, and said, "Hey kid. Talk is cheap. Dare to have a match with me? Let's do the three most manly things: squats, bench presses, and deadlifts. Let me see just how much this so-called hero of the River Valley community really weighs."

Bruce immediately stepped in front of Li Ang, glaring at him and saying, "Hey! DeShawn, have you no shame? Li Ang is a speed player, and you're just a backup linebacker from a community team, someone who specializes in strength training. You want to compare yourself to him? Compare with me!"

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DeShawn is a linebacker for the River Valley community's adult rugby team, the Wolves. He is known for his strength and is quite famous in the gym.

DeShawn stared at Li Ang, a mocking smile on his lips. "I'll go up against him. What, our hero, are you scared? Afraid? If you're scared, just admit you were lucky last night, your opponent was too weak."

Even the gym owner, Martin, frowned and said, "DeShawn, that's enough!"

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The people around him also looked indignant, feeling that this guy was bullying them too much.

Li Ang, who had been silent, gently pushed aside Bruce, who was blocking his way, and took a step forward.

His expression remained unchanged; he simply looked calmly at DeShawn and said, "Yes, you can."

DeShawn wore a triumphant smile.

Li Ang continued, "However, just comparing isn't interesting. Let's bet on something."

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DeShawn raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? What are we betting on? Money? Heh heh, kid, are you trying to give me money?"

Li Ang shook his head and said clearly, "No gambling. Whoever loses has to take off all their clothes, leaving only their shoes, and run a lap around this block. Dare to do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire gym erupted in chaos.

Holy crap!

"Playing this big?!"

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"Hahaha! Exciting!"

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"DeShawn, are you chickening out?"

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The sexy girls also gasped, covering their mouths, but their eyes widened even more, sparkling with excitement.

DeShawn's expression changed; he hadn't expected Li Ang to be so ruthless.

But with everyone watching, especially the hot girls he'd been secretly eyeing, he couldn't back down.

He stiffened his neck and said in a hard voice, "Let's bet! I'm not afraid of you! Martin, you'll be my witness! The rules are the same as a powerlifting competition: three attempts, the highest score is taken, and the total weight is added together to determine the winner!"

Martin got excited and shouted, "Fine! I'll be the referee! Everyone in the gym can testify! Anyone who reneges on their promise can forget about ever stepping into the anvil again!"

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Bruce panicked and tried to pull Leon back, saying, "Leon, you—"

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He knew that Leon's strength had increased rapidly recently, but DeShawn was a well-known strength monster, with squats and deadlifts exceeding 500.

He weighed 350 pounds in the bench press and his bench press was close to 350 pounds.

No matter how much Li Ang improves, it will be difficult for him to compare with an adult who specializes in this.

Leon gave Bruce a reassuring look, then said to DeShawn, "You go first."

DeShawn walked over to the squat rack and loosened up his joints.

His two companions began to help him load the film.

One 45-pound bar plate after another was added, and soon it reached 315 pounds.

This is the weight he uses to warm up.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, DeShawn picked up the barbell and steadily completed three standard squats, seemingly without any difficulty.

He put down the barbell and gave Li Ang a defiant look.

Li Ang didn't say anything and walked to another squat rack.

He didn't ask Bruce for help and loaded the film himself.

It's also 315 pounds.

He picked up the barbell, squatted down until his hips were below his knees, and then stood up.

His movements were precise and his rhythm was steady. He also completed the exercise three times, and he looked even more relaxed than DeShawn.

A low gasp rippled through the crowd.

Experts can tell from Li Ang's relaxed demeanor that he clearly still had some energy left to spare.

DeShawn's expression darkened slightly, and he said to his companion, "Add! Add it to 365!"

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With 365 pounds added, DeShawn let out a low growl and completed the task twice. The third time was a bit of a struggle, but he still managed to stand up.

He was panting heavily, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

It was Li Ang's turn.

He gestured and asked Bruce to help him increase the weight to 405 pounds.

The weight caused a collective gasp to rise in the gym.

For a high school student, this is already monstrous.

Li Ang took a deep breath and picked up the barbell.

His expression was focused, his core was taut, and he slowly squatted down to the bottom, then, relying on his powerful lower body strength and core strength, he steadily pushed himself up.

Once, twice.

The third time was a little slower, but still completed to the standard.

Bruce's mouth dropped open. He remembered that Li Ang's limit test last week was only around 420 pounds, and now he was doing sets so easily at 405 pounds?

DeShawn's face was already quite grim.

He gritted his teeth and roared, "425! Increase it to 425!"

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425 pounds! This is close to his personal best.

With the help and encouragement of his teammates, DeShawn completed his first squat with a ferocious expression. He got stuck at the bottom on the second squat, but still managed to push himself up with all his might.

The third time, he struggled to squat down, but couldn't get up. Luckily, his partner pulled the barbell in time.

Martin shouted the count: "Two successful attempts, maximum 425 pounds!"

The pressure is now on Li Ang.

Everyone was looking at him.

DeShawn was panting heavily, glaring at him fiercely.

Leon said to Bruce, "Add."

Bruce's voice was a little dry as he asked, "How much more?"

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Li Ang said, "450."

Bruce exclaimed, "450?!"

The surrounding area was also in an uproar.

450 pounds! That's beyond the level of many average adult powerlifting enthusiasts!

With the barbell plates installed, the heavy barbell bends into a distinct arc.

Li Ang stood under the barbell, adjusted his breathing, and placed the barbell on his trapezius muscles.

He could feel the flow of vital energy in his meridians, strengthening the resilience of his muscles and bones.

He stabilized his core, slowly squatted down, paused briefly at the bottom, then suddenly exerted force with his legs, straightened his back, and with a low shout from his dantian, he steadily lifted the heavy barbell!

Once! Perfect, squat all the way down.

The gym fell silent for a moment, then erupted in huge cheers and whistles.

"My God! He did it!"

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"450 pounds! Is this a high school student?!"

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"Monster! What a monster!"

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The sexy girls clapped and screamed excitedly.

DeShawn's face was ashen.

His squat score was 425 pounds, while Li Ang's was 450 pounds, meaning he lost by 25 pounds in the first event.

DeShawn gritted his teeth and said, "Don't get cocky, there's still bench press and deadlift!"

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Begin with bench press.

DeShawn started by warming up with 225 pounds, then jumped directly to 315 pounds, completing 5 reps, demonstrating his formidable strength.

Next, I challenged myself to 335 pounds and completed it three times.

He finally tried 350 pounds and barely managed to complete one repetition, which was near his limit, leaving him with a flushed face.

It was Li Ang's turn.

Instead of starting at a low weight, he went straight to 225 pounds for Bruce.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he began to work on the group.

Once, twice, three times—he didn't push fast, but the rhythm was terrifyingly steady, each time pushing up to his chest without using any leverage.

"Ten times already—and he's still pushing?"

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"Fifteen times — Twenty times —"

"Twenty-five—twenty, twenty-nine—thirty! God, thirty times!"

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Li Ang pushed the 225-pound barbell a full thirty times before putting it back on the rack.

His chest and arms were swollen from the blood rushing to his head, and his breathing was slightly rapid, but he was far from exhausted.

This performance means that his maximum bench press is definitely far beyond 225 pounds, and his endurance is terrifying.

Although they didn't lift heavy weights directly, the impact of those thirty standard presses was by no means weak.