20: Chapter 20 Zhou Sanlang, Director of the Martial Arts Education Bureau

After experiencing a 'bloody slaughter', a finally full Chen Mo returned to his dormitory.

Taking out the blood qi pill he had prepared long ago, Chen Mo began to silently improve his Muscle Compression Technique and blood qi.

Seeing Chen Mo start cultivating without a word, Wang Jun, who had originally wanted to relax, had no choice but to sit up and adjust his state.

"Chen Mo, if you ask me, you should get some good rest tonight to prepare for tomorrow's first battle."

After sitting for a while, Wang Jun couldn't sit still anymore. He was simply too excited, unable to calm his heart, and his blood qi kept vibrating.

"The Joint Exam opening ceremony starts at 8:30 tomorrow; don't oversleep."

Chen Mo glanced at Wang Jun. He had already taken the blood qi pill; wouldn't it be a waste not to train now?

Wang Jun eventually went to sleep. He needed to preserve his energy for tomorrow's first battle and had to make a name for himself, Wang Jun.

After sitting for a while, Chen Mo finally remembered something very important.

Damn it, I haven't done today's daily task yet.

Opening the system panel, he frowned as he looked at the task: 'Two sets of 15,000kg bench press'.

His daily tasks had progressed from sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, bodyweight squats, and long-distance running, to weighted squats, and finally, to the current barbell bench press.

The system's daily tasks seemed to be guiding him, or rather, starting to increase the intensity bit by bit.

He wondered what the daily tasks would become in the future...

"I can't go out now, so what should I do..."

Although a single free attribute point wasn't much, Chen Mo understood the principle of accumulation.

A few minutes later, Chen Mo appeared at the sports center's front desk.

"You mean... a place where you can do a fifteen-ton bench press?"

The young lady at the front desk looked at the wall-like youth in front of her, swallowed, and asked with some fear.

"Yes. If you don't have one, don't trouble yourself. Do we have a heavy truck here that I could borrow?"

Chen Mo nodded. He really had no other options, which was why he came to ask the sports center staff for help.

"This... we really don't have that."

"Is this some kind of essential item? If it is, I can apply to my superiors to see if there's any other way."

The young lady at the front desk really had no solution and could only try her best to appease Chen Mo.

It wasn't because of Chen Mo's status as a Talent-based Martial Artist, nor was it because he was a candidate for this Joint Exam.

There was only one reason: the guy in front of her looked too terrifying, and she was afraid that if Chen Mo got unhappy, he would slap her into the 2D world.

"Alright..."

Chen Mo sighed; his idea was just too fantastical.

The sports center was a place for the general public; how could it possibly have such specialized equipment?

"Why aren't you resting so late at night? What are you doing here?"

Just as Chen Mo was about to leave and give up the free attribute points for these few days of the Joint Exam, a somewhat raspy voice sounded behind him.

"Director Zhou, this candidate wants to find a place where he can bench press fifteen tons and asked me if we have one."

The young lady at the front desk seemed to have seen a savior and hurriedly pushed the matter onto that person.

"You must be that Chen Mo, right?"

Director Zhou wiped his sweat with the towel in his hand, looking Chen Mo up and down.

"Good lad, you're sturdy enough. No wonder your talent is called Great Strength."

"Can't sleep and want to find a place to exercise?"

"Come with me."

Chen Mo didn't speak, just looked at the sturdy man in front of him with a puzzled gaze.

Actually, compared to Chen Mo, Director Zhou was quite thin, but that was only in comparison to Chen Mo.

If compared to ordinary martial artists, Director Zhou was considered quite strong; his upper arm was thicker than the average martial artist's calf.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Chen Mo wasn't moving, Director Zhou asked with some confusion.

"Are you sure there can be fifteen tons?"

"Even a little less won't do."

It wasn't that Chen Mo didn't trust Director Zhou, but he knew that this number was too shocking; normally, it was unlikely to have such barbell plates and barbells.

"Just trust me and come with me."

"A big man, yet so wishy-washy."

Director Zhou waved his hand, and only then did Chen Mo follow him into an elevator not far behind.

Pressing the button for the sixth basement level, the elevator descended rapidly.

The moment the elevator door opened again, a world completely different from the sports center above appeared before Chen Mo's eyes.

"How about it, kid? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Director Zhou wanted to pat Chen Mo on the shoulder, but after reaching out and failing to reach, he changed to patting Chen Mo on the back instead.

"This is the gym exclusively for 4th-rank and above Martial Artists of the Martial Education Bureau; all Rank 3 Martial Artists in Luo City train here."

"However, there are no fifteen-ton barbells here either, so we need everyone to help out."

As he spoke, Director Zhou didn't doubt whether what Chen Mo said was true or false and just called over a room full of sturdy men.

"Brothers, this young friend of mine wants to challenge a fifteen-ton barbell bench press set; is anyone willing to come and help?"

Those sturdy men didn't waste any words; they called over a barbell rod as thick as a wrist and placed it on the heavy alloy bench press rack.

In less than a minute, the wrist-thick barbell was visibly bent into a bow shape.

These sturdy men were clearly veterans of fitness; they used various methods and ultimately managed to gather fifteen tons of weight for Chen Mo.

"Kid, I hope you're not bluffing!"

"If you dare to bluff, all of us 4th-rank and 5th-rank Martial Artists in this room will be able to pound you into a beef ball."

One of the bald, sturdy men waved his fist and said in a joking tone.

"Rest assured, if I can't lift this amount of weight, I've lived in vain!"

Chen Mo took off his shirt, revealing muscles that were well-defined, exceptionally sturdy, but without the slightest sense of bulkiness.

The moment they saw Chen Mo's physique, everyone's eyes lit up.

Chen Mo lay on the bench press and gripped the barbell rod.

After confirming the position, Chen Mo slowly tucked in his thumb.

The surrounding 4th-rank and 5th-rank Martial Artists gasped when they saw this scene; this kid actually wanted to use a thumbless grip under such terrifying weight!?

This kind of behavior was simply courting death...

But before they could speak up to warn him, Chen Mo let out a muffled grunt and pushed up the fifteen-ton barbell!

His arms slowly returned to the center, and accompanied by the heart-wrenching creaking of the bench press, Chen Mo completed his first fifteen-ton bench press.

One, two, three, four, five!

Chen Mo's daily task was to complete two sets of five fifteen-ton barbell bench presses, with the ability to rest in between.

Zhou Sanlang waved at a young man in his thirties beside him, and the young man immediately ran over.

"I will personally officiate this kid's match tomorrow."

"Ah? Is that necessary?"

The young man was stunned, somewhat confused.

"It is!"

Zhou Sanlang nodded very solemnly.

"I'm afraid this kid won't be able to control his strength well and will slap those talented Ascetic Martial Artists into jigsaw puzzles!"