Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Zhang Yuanteng was immersed in the joy of his breakthrough, and he excitedly expressed his feelings to Lu Wei and Shen Liang.

At this moment, Nobuyuki Asahara and his teammates came to the bench press next to Zhang Yuanteng. He glanced at the weight of Zhang Yuanteng's barbell.

When he discovered that Zhang Yuanteng's bench press weight was only 80 kilograms, Yuan Xuanzhi curled his lip in a disdainful smile. This smile was exactly the same as his expression in the stadium that night, when he turned around and loudly said something to his teammates, and then the two of them burst into laughter.

Although none of the three understood Japanese, it was easy to guess their general meaning from their tone of voice and smiles.

"These Japanese are too arrogant. I could kill one of them with one punch!" Lu Wei was a little annoyed. His right fist was clenched, and the veins were bulging. His reaction wasn't due to ideology, but because he absolutely wouldn't tolerate his opponent's provocation.

Of these orcs, only the first 19 years are clear in their minds; the memories after that have gradually become blurred. Now, Lu Wei is like a young orc, ready to ignite himself at any moment if provoked.

"Don't do this. We're here to compete, especially you. You have a great chance of getting good results. Don't let this affect your career!" Zhang Yuanteng was already unhappy, but Lu Wei's outburst made him worry.

“That’s right, gym-related issues should be resolved in a gym-like manner. Lu Wei, you’d better show us what you’ve got,” Shen Liang hurriedly added.

"Shimakawa-kun, I originally called you here so you could show these Chinese people something, but it seems I was overthinking it. Watch how I flatten them!"

"Asahara-kun, you have always been the pride of Japanese track and field. Thank you for your hard work." Shimakawa Takayuki, a shot putter for the Japanese track and field team, bowed to Asahara Nobushi at a perfect 90-degree angle after saying this.

After speaking, Nobushi Asahara picked up two 45-kilogram weight plates and placed them on either side of the barbell. Once secured, he performed 15 bench presses in one go. It was clear that 90 kilograms was his usual training weight, which he handled with ease.

"Hmm, that feels good. The feeling of muscle power always reminds one to be a strong person. Shimakawa-kun, you should always remember this and contribute to our track and field cause!" Nobuyuki Asahara said to Takayuki Shimakawa in a guiding tone, and the latter bowed and nodded repeatedly.

"This kid is really putting on airs, acting all high and mighty with just 90 kilograms." Zhang Yuanteng was a little annoyed, but he knew in his heart that he really couldn't lift that weight.

"Shimakawa-kun, add another 10 kilograms to my weight. Today I'll use my maximum weight." Asahara Nobushi felt a little unsatisfied and prepared to increase the bench press weight to 100 kilograms.

"Asahara-kun, take a break first, I'll help you add weight." With that, Shimakawa Takayuki added 10 kilograms to the barbell.

Asahara Nobushi slapped his arm, trying to relieve muscle fatigue. Seeing this, Lu Wei chuckled. He was instructing Shen Liang on his bench press form; in his eyes, 100 kilograms was just a child's toy. "With this level of skill, he still dares to show off? He's got quite the nerve!"

Nobushi Asahara used all his strength to take the barbell off the rack, and it was clear that he was having some difficulty pushing the weight.

He pushed the barbell upwards with all his might, but the effect wasn't very good, and the barbell started to wobble. Shimakawa Takayuki behind him wanted to reach out and help him hold the barbell.

"Shimakawa-kun, let go, let me finish it myself, otherwise it's an insult to me." Asahara Nobushi said, holding his breath and desperately trying to lift the barbell up his legs. His face turned red from holding his breath, and the barbell swayed from side to side, but in the end he still managed to lift it.

Shimakawa Takayuki quickly helped him hold the barbell and placed it on the rack.

"Asahara-kun, thank you for your hard work! As a 100-meter sprinter, this is an amazing achievement. Your 4x100-meter relay team is the pride of all Japan and a role model for us to learn from. I will definitely strive to follow in your footsteps in the future!"

As he spoke, Shimakawa Takayuki bowed to Asahara Nobushi to express his support.

"Very good, Shimakawa-kun. You are still young, and you have a lot of room for improvement in the future. I believe that..."

"Hahaha, you've run out of tricks!" Lu Wei couldn't stand the two men's performance any longer. The younger Japanese man was clearly looking like he was obediently following instructions, but his bench press weight was just too embarrassing.

"Then I'll go straight for 150 kilograms. I won't know who I am until I'm proven wrong!"

Lu Wei quickly added 75 kilograms of weight to each side of the barbell, then lay down on the bench press, gripped the barbell with his hands shoulder-width apart, put his legs behind his hands, arched his back to create a gap between his lower back and the bench press, then contracted his shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed the barbell up in one go.

"Wow! That's amazing." Shimakawa Takayuki exclaimed in amazement when he saw Lu Wei lift the weight so easily. Asahara Nobushi was also shocked. He knew Hu Huo and Zhang Yuanteng. The people he met that day should all be sprinters. It was hard for him to imagine that a sprinter could have this bench press strength.

Lu Wei paused after pushing the barbell up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the two Japanese men had lost their composure, put down the barbell, and stared at Lu Wei without taking their eyes off him.

"Shimakawa-kun, it's clear that this weight is a bottleneck for him. He's quite big, and he probably focuses on strength training, so he can barely manage one. You know... what! He can push it continuously!" Asahara Nobushi had completely forgotten about maintaining his image in front of his juniors and practically exclaimed in surprise.

The reason he did this was that Lu Wei paused in the air for a moment, then did 19 more repetitions in one go before putting the barbell back on the rack.

Nobuyuki Asahara knew exactly what this 150kg achievement meant; it was already the achievement of an active NBA center. He felt that although this Chinese athlete was physically strong with clearly defined muscles, he would never have believed that Lu Wei could achieve such a result if he hadn't seen it for himself.

“Shimakawa, he’s just a sprinter. What he can do, you can do too. Let me add 150 kilograms of weight to your body!” Asahara Nobushi said, about to add 150 kilograms of weight to Shimakawa Takayuki as well. He was almost driven to madness by Lu Wei.

"Asahara-kun, I can't do this weight. If I force myself to try, there is a risk of injury. I understand your feelings, but I can't lift this weight right now. Please forgive me!" Shimakawa was not rational at this moment. Although he was a shot putter, this weight was far beyond his limit. As he said this, he kept bowing to Asahara Nobushi.

"Damn it, we're going to lose face today. If word gets out, we'll be laughed at by everyone. Don't let your guard down these next few days. You have to work hard to make up for this humiliation." Asahara Nobushi had long lost the coldness he had when they first met. He was so angry that his face was trembling.

"Hahaha! This time your attempt to show off failed!" Zhang Yuanteng and Shen Liang could raise their voices so that everyone would notice Asahara Nobuyuki's ugly face.

Lu Wei glared at the two Japanese men, snorted coldly, and left them with only an insurmountable silhouette.