163: Chapter 160: We can't see where his limits are.

After tightening it, Coach Bob watched Mr. Li take a deep breath and nodded in satisfaction.

"It looks like he's finally scared. Did he think he was Bruce Lee?"

Of course, Coach Bob felt that even if Bruce Lee were to come back to life, he wouldn't be able to lift it. This was no longer comparable to fighting techniques. As far as he knew, Tyson was very powerful in Boxing, but his Bench Press couldn't compare to top-tier fitness giants.

Even among those with good natural physiques, only a tiny fraction could reach this level with the help of 'enhancements,' and as for those who could do it without them, they were even rarer than Phoenix feathers.

From what Coach Bob knew of the Olympic Games, that famous Mr. Lyu from Huaxia last time seemed to have a Bench Press limit of around 150kg.

Of course, for one, his body weight wasn't heavy, being only in the 77kg class; for another, his focus was different. He was a weightlifter, and his training of the core and legs was incredibly intense.

He could Squat 280kg and Clean and Jerk over 200kg.

As someone in the fitness circle, Coach Bob followed these results since they were somewhat related to his field.

At the time, he called him a Huaxian Superman because it's impossible to use 'enhancements' in the Olympics. Combined with a 280kg Squat and a 200kg+ Clean and Jerk, these stats far surpassed many who did use 'enhancements.'

To be able to do this at his body weight was simply crushing everyone else.

After all, the heavier a person is, the more they can naturally lift. This Mr. Lyu's strength was enough to transcend weight classes and crush others.

If compared to those in the fitness circle, the weight gap he transcended would be even larger. Crucially, this miraculous Huaxian was in his thirties, nearly forty years old—approaching middle age. Coach Bob could only say, "Shit, this must be the power of God!"

However, while his thoughts were wandering, he saw the barbell he was touching give a slight wobble, then it was steadily and firmly lifted once again.

Coach Bob was stunned. This time, veins began to pop out on Mr. Li's body, blood vessels started to bulge, and a flush appeared on his face.

No!

It should be said that his entire body was tinged with a shade of red.

After holding it in the air for a full four or five seconds, Mr. Li slowly placed the barbell back onto the rack. The entire set of movements was perfectly standard.

The best and most standard way to perform fitness exercises is to complete every step in slow motion; only then can true strength be demonstrated.

As for those who do many reps at high speed in one breath, they are all relying on momentum and leverage, which has little effect on training and instead easily injures the body.

Coach Bob was now dumbfounded. He began to stare intently at Mr. Li, trying to see if he recognized this face from his memory.

But unfortunately, he was already somewhat face-blind when it came to Asians, and he truly had no recollection.

"Coach, this weight is okay, but I feel like I can add a bit more weight."

Suddenly, Mr. Li spoke again, a sentence that directly caused Coach Bob's composure to crumble.

So this wasn't even your limit?

"Um... Mr. Li... how about we leave it at that? You have to be careful with your body; this weight..."

Coach Bob was already panicking and didn't dare add more weight for Li Changsheng.

With this weight, he felt that if he were to force a Bench Press, not being able to lift it was one thing, but even if he could move it, his blood vessels would probably burst.

"My body is fine, Coach. I feel like I can add a bit more weight."

Li Changsheng continued. He did feel in good condition. As the saying goes, 'internally train a breath of Qi'—Bench Pressing required holding a breath of Qi to push upward.

Combined with the Breakthrough in his Transformative Stance and the massive leap in his stamina stats, he felt his condition was indeed better than ever, and his cardiopulmonary function remained in a healthy state.

For a weight like this, an ordinary person couldn't push it up in one breath no matter what, but Li Changsheng felt he had more than enough breath left.

Crucially, his physical fitness was indeed extraordinary now.

On the outside, he didn't look like he had particularly explosive muscles, but once he exerted full power, the dimension of his muscles would begin to expand rapidly. It was as if they had been compressed in a temporary dormant state; once stimulated, the muscles were no longer constrained and began to swell.

Of course, this swelling wasn't too exaggerated; it just elevated Li Changsheng's physique from having well-defined lines to a higher level, making them more obvious. His muscle groups were even expanding slightly and rapidly, as if breathing.

And when the Internal Force relaxed, the muscles began to slowly contract again, like breathing.

Although Li Changsheng's build was much stronger than that of ordinary people, he was still far behind the giants of the fitness circle.

He found it hard to believe this physique could Bench Press this weight.

"Mr. Li, would you like to reconsider? If the weight is too heavy now, I'm afraid I won't be able to provide effective protection for you later."

Coach Bob was telling the truth. While hovering his hands over the barbell usually provided protection, with this weight, he couldn't protect him even if it killed him.

"Add another twenty kilograms. I know what I'm doing," Li Changsheng said calmly.

Hearing this, the corner of Coach Bob's mouth twitched again.

Twenty kilograms more meant three hundred kilograms. This weight already surpassed 99.99% of the people on Earth.

Any higher, and it would be a group of monsters truly sprinting toward the limits of humanity.

Of course, the most powerful in the world was a Bench Press of 1,124.8 pounds, equivalent to 510.2 kilograms.

But those were already giants weighing hundreds of kilograms, combined with the results of drugs and auxiliary equipment.

Without equipment assistance, for a normal giant of two or three hundred pounds to want to Bench Press three hundred kilograms was absolutely insane. There were only a few such people in the whole world, and without exception, they were all giants weighing nearly three hundred pounds.

In contrast, this Mr. Li...

"O-okay. But Mr. Li, I need to call over a few more colleagues to protect you for this one."

In his heart, Coach Bob also wanted to see where this mysterious Mr. Li's limit lay.

And how that physique could achieve such a feat was also something that made him very curious.

"Hey, Ham, Barbos, you two come over here for a second!"

Soon, Coach Bob shouted a few times and called over a few suspicious-looking coaches.

But when they heard Coach Bob's request, they all had expressions as if they'd seen a ghost.

"Shit, Coach Bob, are you trying to kill someone? Three hundred kilograms? Are you trying to kill Mr. Li?"

The Black coach named Barbos held his head in his hands with a shocked expression, while the white coach next to him, Ham, also kept sizing up Li Changsheng, his face full of astonishment and confusion.

If they were filming a documentary right now, various data and numbers would surely float beside their heads to highlight their confusion and shock.

"Evidently, Mr. Li just lifted 280kg, so he wants to try 300kg."

Coach Bob shrugged, feeling much better in his heart.

That's how people are: when they're shocked, they naturally want to make others experience a wave of shock as well.

And Li Changsheng now truly understood what the 300kg class represented; it should be said that starting from the 200kg class, it already meant something extraordinary.