78: Chapter 78 Is that all the strength you have?

It was a sturdy wooden stool, slightly yellowed with age.

Yang Han immediately stepped firmly onto the stool. With a snap, the stool remained rock-steady, showing no change at all.

Yang Han smiled and said, "Not bad, this stool is sturdy enough."

Afterward, he wiped the footprint off the stool, having simply tested whether it could support his strength.

Ma Dangxian snorted coldly, "You sure are confident!"

"Come on then, I'd like to see whose strength is greater."

A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Ma Dangxian's eyes, and his muscles seemed to swell up at that moment.

Many recruits had already gathered around, watching from both sides.

Old Gao frowned upon seeing this, but after a moment's thought, he didn't stop them.

Yang Han's strength was indeed quite high, but arm wrestling was a different matter; it was a test of technique, and sometimes having raw strength wasn't enough.

With a thud, Ma Dangxian crouched down, resting his incredibly thick forearm on the stool. He extended his hand toward Yang Han and beckoned with his fingers.

Yang Han smiled immediately; Ma Dangxian was very confident, just like everyone else who had underestimated him before.

"Wait."

Yang Han paused suddenly.

Everyone in the Pot-head Squad was stunned. Captain Zhang Qi snorted, "Don't tell me you're backing out? Or are you going to set some special rules that favor yourself?"

Being extremely sharp, he blocked off all of Yang Han's escape routes, wanting to see this troublemaker embarrass himself in public!

Yang Han chuckled, "If we're arm wrestling without a wager, it'll be too boring."

"A wager? What kind of wager do you want?" Captain Zhang Qi asked.

"Hmm, whoever loses should run twenty kilometers on the training ground," Yang Han said casually.

Upon hearing this, Ma Dangxian's pupils constricted, and he sneered, "Twenty kilometers? That's too little. I think forty kilometers would be more appropriate."

Yang Han was surprised for a moment. The confidence in Ma Dangxian's eyes was overflowing; did he really believe in his own strength that much?

What the crowd didn't know was that Ma Dangxian was a legitimate military champion in arm wrestling. It could be said that he wasn't just strong; his technique was invincible.

Many big shots even felt that if Ma Dangxian went to international arm-wrestling competitions, he could place in the top three.

That was why he had so much confidence!

"Are you betting or not?!"

Ma Dangxian shouted, his voice like thunder, brimming with confidence. Seeing him so confident, many were stunned and subconsciously felt that Ma Dangxian had a higher chance of winning.

Because a person's confidence creates a strong aura, and the crowd was somewhat convinced.

"Uh..."

Yang Han said helplessly, "If you insist on running forty kilometers, I can't help it. Let's make it forty kilometers then!"

"However—not on the training ground. Let's make it a forty-kilometer armed cross-country run!"

Yang Han dropped another bombshell, shocking many people. Yang Han was playing for high stakes.

If he lost, a forty-kilometer armed cross-country run would be enough to run Ma Dangxian into the ground.

After all, forty kilometers was almost the limit for a human!

He would need a long rest to recover.

Ma Dangxian's pupils constricted, then he said coldly, "Fine, a forty-kilometer armed cross-country run it is!"

Seeing Ma Dangxian confirm.

Yang Han smiled slightly.

"System, how many emotion points do I have left?"

"Ding, current emotion points remaining: 3700."

"Looks like it's gone up a bit."

"Whatever. System, increase my Strength to Level 10!!"

The voice fell.

"Ding, Strength raised from Level 7 to Level 10, costing 2400 emotion points. Current emotion points remaining: 1300!"

Then, Yang Han clenched his fists; his strength had received another terrifying boost.

From seven hundred jin of strength to one thousand jin...

Who else could compare to this terrifying strength?

It could be said that looking at the whole world, Yang Han's strength was the greatest. If a one-thousand-jin dumbbell were placed here now, Yang Han could move it.

Yang Han's base strength was already 1000 jin. If he added various techniques on top of that, he would be ridiculously powerful!

In the face of absolute strength, any technique was just floating clouds. Yang Han smiled faintly, unbothered. No matter how strong Ma Dangxian's technique and power were, could he compare to him?

Yang Han also crouched down, his expression incomparably confident.

The watching recruits had curious expressions. Yang Han always seemed to be confident, but this time, he wasn't facing a traditional competition, but an arm-wrestling match.

Could he still win?

Even He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing were no longer sure about him.

Snap.

The two hands gripped tightly. The veins on Ma Dangxian's forearm suddenly bulged, looking terrifying, as if little snakes had come to life.

In comparison, Yang Han's arm showed no change; it was very thin and slender, and one couldn't feel any strength in it.

Old Gao crouched down and said, "I'll count 1, 2, 3, and then you start."

Both men nodded.

Old Gao said in a deep voice, "1."

"2."

"3."

"Start!!"

The moment the voice fell, Ma Dangxian's face suddenly became ferocious, like a madman. He gritted his teeth tightly, and his forearm seemed to instantly double in size!

He was exerting force, wanting to take down Yang Han in one go and let everyone see the outcome of this troublemaker failing to show off.

"Sit down for me!"

Ma Dangxian shouted, exerting force with his arm at the same time.

Yang Han's wrist was slowly pressed down.

Furthermore, his wrist was only two or three centimeters away from the surface of the stool, as if he were about to lose.

The crowd felt a wave of emotion.

Yang Han, a legend, a myth, invincible in Combat, invincible in Physical Fitness, yet arm wrestling relied too heavily on technique.

Some even muttered, "It's fine if Brother Han loses this. After all, what can this thing do? Can it be used to kill enemies on the battlefield?"

Some felt slightly uncomfortable, because in their eyes, Yang Han was invincible, an undefeated myth. If he lost now, it would be like a statue being toppled over.

"Arrogant, go ahead and be arrogant! Aren't you losing now?"

Captain Zhang Qi's mouth also curled up slightly, feeling very satisfied.

However, just as Yang Han's hand was about to touch the surface of the stool.

He smiled faintly, "Is that all the strength you have?"

"If that's all the strength you have, then let's end this."

Ma Dangxian sneered upon hearing this, "You're at the end of your rope. Sit down for me, quit the act!"

Then he exerted force again.

However, he discovered that this time, Yang Han's hand seemed to have turned into a statue cast from steel. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't press Yang Han's wrist down any further.

Ma Dangxian's expression changed slightly, "What's going on?"

Then, something even more incredible happened; Yang Han's forearm began to lift, inch by inch, and Ma Dangxian's expression changed drastically.

"Impossible, how does he still have the strength to fight back?!"