38: Chapter 38 Accidentally Breaking the World Record

At Zhao Gang's command, Jiang Jing's body began to exert force.

His movements were shockingly fast yet incredibly precise—every rep was fully extended, his chin cleared the bar steadily, and his body remained as motionless as a steel plate.

"5, 10, 15, 20..." The surrounding crowd counted in unison, their voices growing louder and louder.

In a mere thirty seconds, Jiang Jing had already completed 29 standard pull-ups, and there was no sign of his speed slowing down in the slightest.

His expression remained calm, and his breathing was steady, as if he weren't performing a high-intensity workout but rather taking a leisurely stroll.

[Holy crap! This speed!]

[Already at 35!]

[Is he a robot or what?]

The heat in the Livestream room continued to rise, and the crowd's excitement at witnessing a world record being broken in real-time was unparalleled.

The barrage comments were completely out of control:

[40 reps!!]

[Breaking the record is in sight!]

[This muscle control is insane!]

[Mom is asking why I'm kneeling while watching my phone!]

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng stood in the corner, his face as pale as paper, completely unaware that the water in his bottle had spilled all over the floor.

"45, 46, 47, 48!" The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

But Jiang Jing didn't stop; he maintained a terrifying rhythm, as if he had a perpetual motion machine inside him.

"50! 55! 58!"

When the second hand hit the one-minute mark, Jiang Jing had completed an astonishing 58 standard pull-ups, raising the previous world record by a full 3 reps!

Even more unbelievably, when he let go of the bar and landed, he wasn't even flushed or out of breath.

The entire Gym fell into a brief silence, followed by an explosion of thunderous applause and screams.

Several female members were so excited that they hugged each other and jumped up and down.

Boss Zhao Gang's stopwatch clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

The number of viewers in the Livestream room had already surpassed one million!

#Mysterious Master Completes 58 Pull-ups in One Minute#

#Crushing the World Record#

These topics instantly dominated the top five trending searches. The barrage comments erupted like a volcanic eruption:

[This is truly incredible!]

[This video will go down in history!]

[Please, Master, start teaching a class!]

[This is unscientific!]

Zhou Wenying was the first to rush forward, jumping up to wrap her arms around Jiang Jing's neck and planting a fierce kiss on his cheek:

"Brother! You're amazing!" Her eyes sparkled with fanatical light.

Everyone in the Gym had their eyes fixed on Jiang Jing—they had witnessed the birth of a world record with their own eyes!

"He's a real legend!"

"The coach's face has turned green, hahaha!"

Listening to the whispers of the people around him and catching their mocking gazes, Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's complexion turned from white to green, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He slapped his thigh violently: "What's a pull-up? You're just light in weight!"

"The Plank is the true test of core strength! I will definitely win this round!"

Several of his lackeys immediately chimed in:

"Exactly! Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng can hold a Plank for half an hour!"

"That's right, the coach is much heavier than you; comparing pull-ups isn't fair!"

"Well said!"

"If you've got the guts, compete on core strength!"

Jiang Jing wiped his hands slowly and deliberately, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling at the corners of his mouth:

"A Plank? Sure."

He suddenly turned to Zhou Wenying, reached out to pull her to his side, and said, "But competing like this is too boring. Why don't we add some difficulty?"

Zhou Wenying blinked her large eyes, confused: "What kind of difficulty?"

Jiang Jing leaned over and whispered a few words into her ear.

Zhou Wenying's pupils dilated suddenly, and her cheeks instantly flushed: "Are... are you sure?"

"Trust me." Jiang Jing's voice was soft, yet carried unquestionable confidence.

Under the confused gazes of the crowd, Jiang Jing lowered himself to the ground into a standard Plank position, then nodded at Zhou Wenying: "Sit on my back."

"What?!" Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng cried out.

The entire Gym instantly erupted. The barrage comments in the Livestream room exploded:

[Holy crap! Doing a Plank while carrying someone?]

[Is this handsome guy crazy?]

[That beauty weighs at least 90 jin!]

[He's definitely going to fail!]

[He's too arrogant! Waiting for the fail!]

Zhou Wenying bit her lower lip, and under the burning gazes of the crowd, she carefully straddled Jiang Jing's waist and back.

Her cheeks were so red they could bleed, and she gripped Jiang Jing's shoulders nervously with both hands.

"Sit tight." Jiang Jing's voice was as steady as usual, as if the added weight on his back didn't exist.

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng watched this scene, the muscles in his face twitching: "Trying to show off will get you struck by lightning! Do you think you can still hold it like this?"

Gritting his teeth, he lowered himself into a Plank position: "Start!"

Regardless of the outcome, Jiang Jing's flashy move had already put him in a lower position.

Even if Jiang Jing lost later, no one would say anything, as the difficulty level for Jiang Jing was much higher than his.

The crowd would only talk about Jiang Jing's actions with relish; if Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng lost, he would truly be disgraced, losing face in front of hundreds of thousands of people...

Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng secretly resolved—he absolutely could not lose!

The timer in the Gym began to tick, and everyone held their breath.

The number of viewers in the Livestream room skyrocketed, breaking the one-million mark in the blink of an eye.

Netizens were looking forward to seeing if Jiang Jing, who had just achieved sainthood, would crash and burn on the spot.

Just thinking about such a dramatic scene was exciting.

Five minutes passed, and Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's expression was still relatively relaxed, but his eyes had already begun to drift toward Jiang Jing.

To his shock, Jiang Jing's posture was motionless, and Zhou Wenying, on his back, even adjusted her sitting position and took out her phone to start taking selfies.

"This is impossible..." Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng muttered to himself, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

Another three minutes passed, and Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's arms had already begun to tremble slightly.

Yet Jiang Jing remained as steady as a rock, and even had the leisure to chat with Zhou Wenying: "How does it feel?"

Zhou Wenying covered her mouth and giggled: "Brother, you're so amazing!"

She deliberately twisted her waist, drawing a collective gasp from the surrounding crowd.

Another three minutes passed, and Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng's face had turned a liver-like purple, with sweat pooling into a small puddle on the floor.

His lackeys were anxiously cheering him on from the side: "Hold on, Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng!"

"That kid must be about to give out!"

"Just hang in there a little longer!"

However, when they looked at Jiang Jing, they saw a despair-inducing sight—

Not only was Jiang Jing motionless, he was even supporting himself with one hand, using the other to take a bottle of mineral water handed to him by Zhou Wenying and take a sip!

"Holy crap! One-handed!"

"Is he even human?"

"He can even hold a one-handed Plank while carrying someone!"

The barrage comments in the Livestream room were completely obscuring the screen, the netizens' enthusiasm unstoppable:

[A miracle!]

[This core strength is insane!]

[Please, Master, start a fitness class!]

[Coach, hurry up and admit defeat!]

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The bespectacled man watched the netizens calling for the coach to admit defeat, his eyelids twitching.

He was thankful that Gold Medal Coach Liu Meng couldn't see it; otherwise, he would be so angry that his inner energy would scatter, and he'd drop dead on the spot...

(Everyone, if you have any beauties you'd like to see, you can tell me their names, appearances, and backgrounds, and if I have the chance, I'll arrange for them to appear!)