37: Chapter 37 Pull-ups?

Jiang Jing was speechless.

Could this idiot not tell that he was wearing designer brands from head to toe?

Or was it that muscle and intelligence were inversely proportional?

What kind of decent person goes around picking fights and provoking people?

However, looking at the guy's appearance, Jiang Jing decided to play along, just to amuse himself with an idiot.

"Fine, you're on." Jiang Jing suddenly spoke, his voice not loud but clear enough. "But the stakes are too low; it's boring."

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Then what do you want to bet?"

"Best two out of three: Pull-ups, Plank, and Bench Press." Jiang Jing said calmly.

"Whoever loses has to strip naked, run a lap around the Gym, and shout 'I am a loser' while running."

The entire area instantly went quiet.

This bet was too ruthless, leaving absolutely no room for maneuver.

To be honest, Jiang Jing was getting annoyed.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but there were always people pushing their luck.

If he didn't go hard this time, they would think Jiang Jing had a good temper.

Jiang Jing thought: It seems it's time to find some bodyguards or something; that would prevent a lot of trouble.

He glanced at Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng indifferently—for now, he would just play along.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's smile froze on his face. He hadn't expected this seemingly weak young man to propose such a bet.

"What, are you scared?" Jiang Jing countered, his tone laced with a hint of contempt.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng was thoroughly enraged. "Who's scared?! You're on! The rules are simple: the form must be standard, and everyone here will be the judge!"

"Sure." A strange smile appeared on Jiang Jing's face.

Why did Jiang Jing dare to say that? Because he had the confidence—Master-level Martial Arts and Indomitable.

With these two skills in hand, although Jiang Jing's strength wasn't particularly exaggerated, his core strength basically crushed everyone!

Otherwise, why would he put the Bench Press last? Did they really think Jiang Jing was stupid? They weren't in the same weight class, so obviously, he had to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses!

"First event: Pull-ups."

A wave of discussion erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

A female fitness coach with a ponytail whispered, "Pull-ups? Even though Coach Liu has big muscles, this isn't his strong suit…"

"What do you know!" a muscular man in a baseball cap retorted. "Coach Liu can do 40 standard pull-ups! It'll be impressive if that pretty boy can do 5!"

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng walked toward the pull-up bar, full of confidence. "You go first? Lest you say I'm bullying you."

Jiang Jing shook his head. "You first. I'm afraid that once I'm done, you won't have a chance."

Hearing Jiang Jing's wild words, the crowd gasped:

"Good grief, a keyboard warrior in real life!"

"When it comes to posturing, I'm no match for him!"

"The young man is so handsome!" — came from a male…

"He really is handsome!" A certain girl nodded in agreement, then froze, widened her eyes as she looked at the man, and silently moved a distance away.

"Arrogant!" Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng snorted coldly and grabbed the pull-up bar.

A member wearing glasses suddenly raised his phone. "Wait! Such a thrilling match—why don't I start a livestream? I have 30,000 followers on Douyin!"

"Start it! You have to!" the people around him egged him on.

The bespectacled man quickly set up his phone and started the stream. "Hey guys! Breaking news! A mysterious handsome guy has appeared at the Gym and is challenging the provincial bodybuilding champion! The stakes are insane! Come watch!"

The hot title quickly attracted some netizens, who flooded into the Livestream room to see what was going on.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng struck a few bodybuilding poses in front of the camera, then began doing pull-ups.

His form was very standard; his chin passed the bar, his body didn't sway, and he did 30 in one go.

The subsequent reps became difficult. By the 41st, his face was beet red, and he barely managed half a rep before dropping down.

"Coach Liu is awesome!"

"A new record!"

"Let's see how that pretty boy handles it!"

Amidst the cheers, Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng panted heavily and looked at Jiang Jing triumphantly. "Your turn, kid. Don't say I didn't give you a chance; if you can do 25, I'll count it as your win!"

Jiang Jing didn't answer; he just walked calmly under the pull-up bar.

He jumped lightly and grabbed the bar, his movements as smooth as a textbook.

"1, 2, 3…" The crowd of onlookers began counting.

To everyone's shock, not only was Jiang Jing's form standard, but his speed was consistent. Every time, he fully extended before pulling up, his chin firmly passing the bar.

Even more terrifyingly, his expression remained calm, and his breathing wasn't even disrupted.

"…18, 19, 20…"

The counting grew louder, and a commotion began to stir in the crowd.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's face turned from red to white, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

"…35, 36, 37…"

The number of viewers in the Livestream room was skyrocketing, and the comments were scrolling so fast the screen was obscured:

[Holy crap! Is this even human?]

[The form is too standard!]

[He's already broken the amateur record!]

[Guys, share this! A master has appeared!]

"…58, 59, 60…"

Everyone in the Gym held their breath.

Jiang Jing was still doing pull-ups unhurriedly, like a precision machine; every movement was exact.

The muscles in his arms rippled like water under his sportswear, without the exaggerated bulging veins that Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng had.

"97, 98, 99, 100!"

When the count reached one hundred, the entire Gym erupted.

The number of viewers in the Livestream room had exceeded one hundred thousand, and the comments were completely wild:

[Awesome!]

[I need someone to dig up info on this handsome guy!]

Jiang Jing finally let go and landed, not even flushed or out of breath.

He looked at the ashen-faced Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng. "Are we doing the next event?"

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's lips trembled, unable to speak.

The comments in the Livestream room were still growing explosively:

[Keep going!]

[I want to see the Plank!]

[Coach, just admit defeat!]

[This handsome guy is too cool! I want his contact info!]

Jiang Jing scanned the circle, looking at the dumbfounded onlookers, his lips curling slightly. "Next event, Plank?"

At this moment, a netizen's comment in the Livestream room received many likes, and everyone started to repeat it—

[Can you challenge the world record for pull-ups in one minute?]

"Sir!" The bespectacled man's voice was trembling with excitement.

"There are already tens of thousands of people in the Livestream room! Everyone is asking if you can challenge the world record for pull-ups in one minute!"

The entire Gym instantly went quiet, and everyone held their breath.

The world record for pull-ups in one minute—this number was as sacred as the Holy Grail to fitness enthusiasts.

Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow. "What's the world record?"

"55!" the bespectacled man answered quickly.

"Set by XXX. It requires every rep to have the chin pass the bar, and the body cannot sway."

Whispers broke out all around.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng had just crawled up from the ground. Hearing this, he sneered, "He definitely won't dare!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Jiang Jing with a hint of provocation in his eyes. "Some people shouldn't think that just because they won…"

Jiang Jing raised his hand to interrupt him, a faint, ambiguous smile curving his lips. "Sounds interesting."

"Brother…" Zhou Wen's eyes sparkled with worship. "Are you really going to challenge the world record?"

Jiang Jing loosened his shoulders and walked toward the pull-up bar. "Let's give it a try."

The entire Gym instantly erupted.

People scrambled to take out their phones; some even climbed onto the equipment racks to get a better filming angle.

They told Jiang Jing to rest and recover his strength, as he must have consumed some energy just now.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The number of viewers in the bespectacled man's Livestream room was soaring by the thousands every second, and the comments were completely obscuring the screen:

[Witnessing history!]

[Go for it, master!]

[I don't believe it; the world record isn't that easy to break!]

[Waiting to see someone get slapped in the face!]

[The betting is open, place your bets!]

"I'll keep time!" The Gym owner squeezed to the front, holding a professional stopwatch.

"Standard form, chin must pass the bar, body cannot sway. Are you ready?"

Jiang Jing finished resting, gripped the pull-up bar, hung there effortlessly, and nodded.

"Three, two, one—start!"