"What are you all waiting for? Beat him already," Zhao Fen roared.
Suddenly, everyone's gaze fell on Zhang Fan once again.
When they saw the relaxed expression on Zhang Fan's face as he held the barbell, they were stunned.
Damn, has he been holding the barbell on his shoulders since Zhao Fen got knocked out?
This, it's been almost a minute, right? Isn't he tired?
The scoring coach also snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "Lift number three at eighty-five kilograms is good; you can put the barbell down now."
Zhang Fan curled his lips, then lifted the barbell over his head again, exerted a little force with his hands, bent his waist, and gently placed the barbell on the ground.
This movement, witnessed by everyone, was like a bolt from the blue.
Heavens, is that really eighty-five kilograms?
It's as if he's lifting a wooden stick.
He placed it on the ground without making a sound, which made his performance seem worlds apart from the other competitors from Z City.
