"Oof!"
The barbell made a muffled sound.
It hurtled towards Lin Fan's head.
The burly man in the lead had murderous intentions with this strike.
It was clear he intended to kill Lin Fan.
"Be careful!"
Yang Linglong, standing behind him, watched as Lin Fan stood motionless.
Instinctively closing her eyes, she seemed to foresee a scene of blood spraying and brains bursting.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound.
It echoed through the spacious gym.
The barbell, weighing over twenty pounds, forcibly smashed onto Lin Fan's slightly raised arm.
One would assume that such a blow would be fatal.
After all, the burly man's hands that held the barbell were already numb.
The flesh at the base of his thumb split open, covered in fresh blood.
"Is this all you've got to show?"
Without moving, Lin Fan reached out and grabbed the now deformed barbell.
Holding it in his hand, he casually swung it, stirring up a fierce wind.
"Is this guy made of iron?"
"He must be hiding something in his clothes!"
