Chamberlain's hands were broad, thick, and solid. His fingers were not particularly long but were extremely sturdy, a testament to his strength.
Gan Guoyang's hands were also large, with long fingers and a firm grip. The moment they shook hands, they started to compete.
"Your hands are quite big, kid, not bad. But put some effort into it, or I'll crush your bones."
Chamberlain's grip tightened, yet Guoyang's expression remained unchanged, his focus razor-sharp.
Sermonde officiated, and the instant he let go and shouted to start, Guoyang channeled all his strength from the bottom of his feet, twisting up through his thighs, abdomen, back, and finally, like a lever, into his arms.
This explosive burst, akin to a tiger pouncing down a mountain, caught Chamberlain off guard. Although he was prepared, he overestimated his own strength and didn't expect the young man opposite him to possess such formidable power.
Sermonde neither lied nor exaggerated.
