I searched and fought in America.

As expected.

Each time the plastic ball left the nozzle, it was immediately detonated by the bullet.

Ten gunshots rang out, accompanied by ten bursts of flying plastic fragments.

Immediately afterwards, the machine stopped roaring and the lights went out.

The entire shooting range fell silent. Rosen deftly ejected the magazine, sheathed the gun, turned to look at Caesar, who stood like a statue to the side, a smile playing on his lips:

"I wonder if this means I've passed the first test?"

From the moment Rosen fired the first shot, Caesar's eyes never left the target.

He looked somewhat dazed until Rosen asked him a question, at which point he snapped out of his reverie.

Caesar stubbornly replied, "It's just the first test."

However, his words seemed so pale at this moment. Just then, Morris walked quickly to Rosen, his expression revealing his excitement.

For him, since God had given the Iron Claw Token to Rosen, then God must have had his own plans.

He hesitated to make a decision earlier simply because he also had responsibilities to the gang.

"Mr. Rosen, congratulations on passing the first test of the Iron Claw Trial!"

The old man made a "please" gesture: "Next, please follow me."

Next is the location of Iron Claw's second test, which is also the Iron Claw gang's private gym.

At this time, the news that the Iron Claw had a new owner and that the new owner was conducting the "Three Tests of the Iron Claw" had spread throughout the entire Ronnie community.

When Rosen stepped into the gym, he was already surrounded by his gang members who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Even the personnel responsible for perimeter security couldn't resist sneaking in to take a look at this "legendary figure".

The gym was fully equipped. Morris stood in the center of the area, pointing to the rows of heavy barbell plates, and said to Rosen in a deep voice:

"This second project tests the body's purest strength."

As a saint, one must have a body of steel capable of shouldering the burdens of the gang.

The standards are as follows: squats must reach 240 kg or more, deadlifts 270 kg or more, and bench presses 150 kg or more.

Upon hearing this data, the surrounding gang members couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Although Lawson wasn't a veteran at the gym, he had heard of him.

Without any equipment assistance, these three data points are astronomical figures for ordinary people.

Even among fitness enthusiasts, those who can meet even one of the standards are considered experts, let alone those who meet all three.

"in addition."

Morris's expression turned serious, and he took out a blood-drawing device from the medical kit behind him.

"If you want to become the Holy Father of our Iron Claw Gang, you absolutely cannot use any enhancers or stimulants."

We humans are the purest beings bestowed upon us by God, and we must never allow ourselves to be defiled by these things.

Therefore, we need to have a blood test before the assessment is over.

Rosen nodded, his expression calm: "No problem. Since it's the rule, then let's follow the rule."

The accompanying gang doctor immediately stepped forward, skillfully drew a blood sample from Rosen, and dripped it into a specially made test strip.

A few minutes later, the doctor held up the test strip and announced loudly to everyone, "The blood is pure! There are no traces of any enhancement drugs!"

Another cheer erupted from the crowd. In America, almost everyone who works out takes special hormones to build muscle.

It is extremely rare for someone with such a robust physique as Rosen to have never used drugs.

"Now that the tests are complete, let's begin."

Rosen took off his jacket, revealing the muscle definition outlined by his vest, and was about to step forward to warm up.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly a voice rang out, and a burly figure stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of the barbell rack.

It was Caesar.

"If it's just about meeting the standards, isn't that too boring?"

Caesar took off his shirt, revealing his strong, muscular physique. He looked at Rosen with a burning rage in his eyes:

"If you're going to be the Holy Father of the Iron Claw Gang, just being qualified is beneath you. Rosen, do you dare to compete with me? If you can't even control me, these brothers may verbally respect you, but they won't take you seriously."

At this moment, he no longer looked down on Rosen, but he still felt somewhat unwilling. His earlier loss in marksmanship was like a thorn stuck in his throat, making him want to spit it out.

That was a contest of skill, and he conceded defeat.

But what comes next is a test of strength, his absolute home turf where Caesar has ruled for ten years, and he is confident that he can defeat Rosen.

"Caesar! This is against the rules!" Maurice frowned and shouted sharply.

"It's alright."

Rosen raised his hand to stop Morris, and looked at Caesar with a slight smile: "Since you want to play, then I'll play with you. You're the challenger, so you go first."

"good!"

Caesar shouted and turned to the bench press rack. He warmed up first, and then went all out, immediately asking someone to increase the weight to 200 kilograms.

"200 kilograms?"

The younger brother hesitated. His boss's highest weight was 190 kilograms. Adding 10 kilograms at such a high weight was really a bit difficult and dangerous.

"Just add it when I tell you to, what are you dawdling about?"

Caesar cursed, and the younger brother had no choice but to increase the weight to 200 kilograms. This attracted the attention of most of the men, who were all regulars at the gym.

As the gang's undisputed strongest member, everyone was well aware of Caesar's power level. With Caesar's risky move, everyone began to have some expectations, wondering if he could surpass his own limits.

Rosen watched this scene with great interest.

After Caesar settled himself down and put on some protective gear, he gripped the long bar with both hands, took a deep breath, and then strained. The moment he broke free of the bar, Caesar felt an incredible weight pressing down on him—a limit he had never successfully pushed before!

But thinking about all the efforts he had made for the gang, thinking about the position of Holy Father that he could never obtain no matter how hard he tried, and thinking about how a random stranger could easily obtain the position of Holy Father just because the other party had the Iron Claw Token, how could he be willing to accept it?

"rise!"

Caesar's face flushed red, and he felt as if he had endless power. He grabbed the barbell, first controlling it to touch his chest, then after a brief pause, he suddenly exerted force, pushing the barbell up and hanging it back on the rack.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Caesar was breathing heavily, but his eyes were full of excitement. The crowd around him cheered. They had been quite worried about Caesar's previous challenge, and they were happy for him now that he had succeeded.

After getting up, Caesar paused for a moment, then gave Rosen a provocative look. He was now ready to challenge the other events directly, feeling incredibly strong.

Next up is the squat.

Caesar increased the weight to 260 kilograms, which exceeded his previous record by 5 kilograms. However, even with the barbell pressing down on Caesar's back, it bent into a curved shape.

But Caesar still lifted it up after crouching down.

Finally, deadlifts.

Caesar spat twice on his hands, rubbed them together, then grabbed a handful of magnesium powder and smeared it on his hands. He stood in front of the barbell, which weighed a full 310 kilograms.

He exceeded his previous record by 8 kilograms.

Caesar bent over, gripping the barbell tightly with both hands, his back tightened, and his eyes turned fierce.

"Drink it—!"

With a roar, the barbell on the ground was pulled up, and Caesar's neck veins bulged. With a swing of his waist and hips, the enormous force lifted the barbell up.

The barbell went above his knees and was finally lifted up. Caesar held on firmly for 5 seconds before letting go!

boom!

The barbell slammed onto the floor, causing the whole house to tremble slightly, as if an earthquake had struck.

"Huff... huff..."

Caesar was panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face, but at that moment, he felt incredibly powerful. He straightened up, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Rosen.