"Alright," Du Ming said helplessly, "if you're not convinced then I have no choice. What else do you want to compete with me about? Just say it."

  Chen Zikun glanced down four times, pointed to the dumbbell on one side and said, "That dumbbell is pure strength. Do you dare to compete with me?"

  "Who can do more in one minute?"

  "Alright!" Chen Zikun gritted his teeth and said, walking over to install the iron discs on the iron rod, installing quite a few in one go.

  Du Ming's previous record of 103 in one minute also attracted many customers to watch the excitement, and when they saw Chen Zikun's total weight, they exclaimed, "My goodness, so much!"

  Chen Zikun is considered one of the strongest in the team and thinks he can beat Du Ming in terms of strength no matter what.

  He added weight to the dumbbells to his own limit, intending to make Du Ming unable to lift them for a while and embarrass him.

  Chen Zikun lay down on the reclining chair under the dumbbell rack, rubbed his hands together, took a few deep breaths, and slowly exhaled. He grasped the middle of the dumbbells and lifted them up with force.

  One minute quickly passed, Chen Zikun put the dumbbells back on the rack, took a few deep breaths, and sat up, "Ah, how many?"

  The guest who was counting stood beside him and gave him a thumbs up, "Forty-seven! Brother, you're awesome, this strength, I'm envious!"

  Chen Zikun looked at Du Ming, but he didn't dare to be as arrogant as before. He stared at him fiercely and said, "You come on!"

  Du Ming let out a sound and walked over, first picking up several iron plates from the ground and twisting them onto the dumbbells. Chen Zikun was taken aback, "You're going to add more weight?"

  Du Ming said, "This weight is not enough, and it's also uncomfortable to practice."

  The guests all stirred up, "He dares to add weight?"

  "Has this guy gone crazy?"

  "He didn't lift dumbbells before and doesn't know how hard it is!"

  Du Ming still ignored them, added weight, lay down on the recliner, and gave a thumbs up to the customer, "Start timing."

  The guest furrowed his brow and looked at his dumbbells hesitantly before nodding and starting the timer.

  Du Ming didn't think that Chen Zikun would take a deep breath and then lift the dumbbell with just a slight effort.

  Although the dumbbells are now much lighter than before, Du Ming's speed is much faster than Chen Zikun, as if the dumbbells in his hands have no weight at all.

  The guests were all stunned, and the guest who was counting couldn't help but count out loud, "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred..."

  "154!"

  Du Ming casually threw the dumbbell onto the rack, finally taking a slight breath, and sat up, looking at Chen Zikun with the same smile as before, "How's that? Are you convinced this time?"

  Chen Zikun was stunned and could only stare at him blankly, wanting to protest but unsure of what to say.

  At this time, a private tutor next to him shouted, "I think you cheated! Even if you didn't cheat... I'll compete with you! Do you dare to compete?"

  "Isn't this bullying? They just finished competing with that person and haven't even rested yet, you come out and say you want to compete with him, isn't this taking advantage?"

  That person paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Du Ming waved his hand and said, "Alright, you guys are only capable of this much anyway. Letting you have an advantage won't make a difference. You decide, what do you want to bet on?"

  That private tutor rolled his eyes and said, "Want to have a push-up contest with me? Dare you?"

  This personal trainer is called Zhao Gangjie, who holds the record for push-ups among trainers in this gym. This activity has always been the strongest in the gym, so he is a bit confident that he can surpass Du Ming.

  Du Ming nodded, "If you want to compete, then let's compete."

  Two people stepped onto the empty space of the gym, the timed guest excitedly directing from the side, "Alright, get ready, get set——go!"

  Almost all the guests in the gym have gathered around to watch the excitement, with many people counting alongside them.

  One minute was up and Zhao Gang's side of the guests shouted in unison, "We've made fifty-four!"

  "This is going to be intense!"

  "Fifty-four, how did you manage that?!"

  The people on Du Ming's side fell silent and looked at each other for half a day before someone said, "We've made eighty-seven of them..."

  The crowd was in an uproar. "What? Eighty-seven? How is that possible?"

  Zhao Gangjie was panting on the ground, but Du Ming didn't look like he had just finished intense exercise at all, and stood up with one hand supporting himself.

  "This guy, are you convinced this time? Is there anyone else who's not convinced? Come on, come on, let's settle it once and for all."

  Du Ming hugged his shoulders and looked around, people were staring at him with incredible expressions.

  This person looks weak, how can he have such strength and physical ability?! This is simply beyond human limits!

  Du Ming actually didn't want to be too high-profile in the gym either, just winning with strength and then ending it.

  Another person came out of the private room and shouted, "Alright, we admit that your strength is indeed strong, but fitness depends on overall quality. Do you dare to compete with me in boxing?"

  "Hah," Du Ming sneered, "Fist fighting? Alright, do you still have a boxing ring?"

  The receptionist next to her chimed in, "Our gym is fully equipped with facilities including a swimming pool and a boxing ring."

  That private tutor pointed to the punching bag, walked over with big strides, grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and threw them over, put on a pair himself, and punched twice with a loud crash. "Come on, kid!"

  Du Ming walked over, picked up his gloves and put them on, then walked onto the stage.

  The coach saw Du Ming coming and made a boxing preparation posture, jumping up and down while waving his fists in front of his chest.

  Du Ming casually stood in his original position, without even a preparatory posture, and the private coach secretly ridiculed him.

  "Hmph, as expected this guy can't box. Looking at his amateurish stance, even if he's strong I'll be able to beat him soon and restore our gym's reputation!"

  "Ready, start!" shouted a guest who had taken it upon himself to be the referee.

  The private tutor rushed over immediately, fiercely swinging his fists at Du Ming's chin, wanting to quickly knock him out and save face.

  Du Ming felt a bit awkward putting on the boxing gloves. He had played with his comrades before, but he didn't like being pulled into boxing because it was too restrictive and not very interesting.

  That private tutor rushed over, Du Ming dodged slightly and hit him on the back of his head with a backhand.

  The private tutor grunted and rolled her eyes, then slammed onto the ground with a loud thud.

  The referee was startled and didn't expect it to end in just three seconds, then excitedly rushed towards the private tutor shouting "Countdown! Ten! Nine! Eight......"

  A fitness coach was punched in the head by Du Ming, and he definitely wouldn't be able to wake up and get up within ten seconds. After Du Ming knocked him to the ground, he took off his gloves while turning around and walking down from the stage.

  The temporary referee shouted behind him, "Two! One! The game is over!"