Volume One, Chapter 20: My Buddy's Talent Lies in Free Riding, Not Cultivating Immortality

Push-ups, squats, swimming—these were truly child's play for Ye Aotian, the Child of Destiny.

However, after doing thousands of them, Ye Aotian was still somewhat exhausted. Earlier, while swimming, he cramped his leg and nearly drowned, swallowing several mouthfuls of water.

He had wanted to showcase his perfect physique and swimming style, but instead, Su Jinyao and Tang Yufei on the shore mocked him again.

Ye Aotian’s body and spirit both suffered greatly.

Once his identity was proven later, he vowed to break every limb of Liu Dong’s sixty thousand followers—how dare he wrap his arm around my woman’s waist right in front of me!

Ye Aotian saved the bench press for last, because the current limit for a normal bench press was 680 kilograms; 800 kilograms was utterly impossible for an ordinary person.

Of course, the “Dragon King” was no ordinary man. With Ye Aotian’s current abilities, 800 kilograms was achievable, but Liu Dong’s taunt had pushed it to 1600 kilograms.

Even the Child of Destiny was still human, and 1600 kilograms exceeded Ye Aotian’s current limits.

As the weight plates were added one by one, the crowd around them grew larger.

They had never witnessed such a spectacle before.

“Come quick, someone’s crazy enough to attempt a 1600-kilogram bench press just to show off.”

“1600 kilograms? No way, that’s just courting death.”

“Yeah, looks like a muscle-bound idiot’s trying to die for his muscles.”

“How can that muscle idiot even get a grip on the bar?”

“Not sure. That crooked mouth guy looks weak and puny, probably useless. Ha ha.”

“...”

Liu Dong watched the mocking crowd with a cold smile. This was exactly how it should be. The enemies of the Child of Destiny should be everywhere, and they should be mocked—otherwise, how could he show off? As a villain, having just one enemy is boring; fight them and be done with it.

Ye Aotian ignored the crowd’s jeers because after the 1600-kilogram plates were loaded, there was barely any space left to grip.

With his arms unable to fully extend, he couldn’t unleash his full strength.

He regretted it now—this stunt was definitely over the top.

“Dad, does this idiot even stand a chance of bench pressing that?”

“Of course not. You said he’s an idiot; idiots only say and do stupid things.”

“Liu Dong, you’d rather watch this fool do something dumb than glance at me? Don’t look at him; he can’t lift it.”

“Hey, young man, if you can’t do it, don’t force yourself. Showing off can be deadly.”

When had Ye Aotian ever faced such insult? If he failed now, he might as well be dead.

I am the Dragon King—this minor challenge means nothing. Ye Aotian, you can do it. You must. You will succeed.

Goodness, Ye Aotian was so fierce he even psychologically pushed himself?

He gathered the true energy within, focusing every last ounce of strength in his hands. No more hesitation—give it your all!

“Wah-ya-ya!”

Ye Aotian let out a loud roar, veins bulging at his temples. The bench press bar shook violently, then slowly began to rise.

His arms trembled violently; his cheeks puffed out like balloons.

“Pfft, pfft.”

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The crowd recoiled in alarm.

“He’s spitting blood—could he be dying?”

“Damn, if this muscle guy dies in his shorts, even as a ghost he’d still be stylish.”

“Should we call an ambulance? Don’t die yet, idiot, I want to snap a pic for my social media first.”

“...”

But Ye Aotian did not let go. His eyes blazed with fury, teeth clenched so tightly blood dripped from his mouth.

“I haven’t let go yet. Once I lift this, I’ll slap all your faces hard!”

With that spirit, the bench press bar rose slowly again.

“No way, is he really going to lift it?”

“Does this guy want to get reamed by muscle men? Why is he trying so hard to please them?”

“Are those weight plates real? No way he can lift that.”

Though Ye Aotian couldn’t physically contort his mouth, inside he was grinning crookedly.

After all, he felt he was about to pull off this stunt.

Then, Su Jinyao, Tang Yufei, and even Liu Dong would all be beneath his feet.

Liu Dong: ?

Just as everyone was surprised that he might actually succeed—

Creak! The bench press bar snapped under the weight of 1600 kilograms, bending heavily at both ends.

It pinned Ye Aotian down like a giant staple.

In an instant, he was crushed, gasping for air, blood streaming from his mouth.

“Wow, someone really got hurt!”

“Showing off and failing means death.”

“I want a photo for remembrance!”

Liu Dong smiled coldly. With half his strength gone, Ye Aotian’s mind was growing clouded.

1600 kilograms? That ordinary barbell couldn’t possibly hold that weight. Such stupidity is unworthy of being my opponent. How about we get someone stronger?

“Hey, handsome guy, if he can’t do it, it’s your turn.”

The crowd gasped. What? He was going to bench press 1600 kilograms too? Truly a pair of lunatics, one after the other.

Liu Dong smiled and took off his loose T-shirt, revealing a perfect physique—eight-pack abs like a washboard.

The women drooled, the men envied to tears. Tang Yufei regretted deeply, thinking, “Was Liu Dong always this perfect? I must have been blind before.”

After flaunting his muscles, Liu Dong opened his mouth.

Everyone expected a boastful remark. Instead, Liu Dong said simply,

“I can’t do it.”

Then he silently put his shirt back on. Liu Dong wasn’t foolish; anyone with a bit of sense knew it was impossible. This guy was good at freeloading, not at cultivation.

The crowd fainted in disbelief. Su Jinyao and Tang Yufei burst out laughing—Liu Dong was hilarious.

At that moment, Liu Wan suddenly made a move, swinging his arm like a cannonball aimed straight at Liu Dong’s face.

This seemingly simple strike was packed with power, like a projectile crashing forward.

Tai Chi: Yin Guard Form.

Liu Dong casually turned, skillfully dodging the punch; the wind from the fist brushed past his nose.

Seizing the momentum, Liu Dong reached out and redirected the punch’s force into Ye Aotian’s pinned thigh.

Crack! Ye Aotian’s thigh bone fractured again.

He howled in pain.

Liu Wan was shocked by Liu Dong’s swift reaction; he hadn’t expected such quick reflexes.

Then, Liu Wan’s thick legs—like tree trunks—swept toward Liu Dong.

Liu Dong, like a roly-poly toy, leaned back and then nimbly sprang forward, spinning to redirect Liu Wan’s leg force into the bench press bar.

One side of the 1600-kilogram bar slammed into Ye Aotian’s ribs, increasing the blood he spat out.

“Si Wan, attack!”

At Liu Wan’s command, the Si Wan moved at a blur, locking down Liu Dong’s arms and legs.

It turned out the Si Wan were control techniques, point-control skills.

“Heavenly Horse Meteor Fist! Da-da-da-da-da!”

Ye Aotian struggled to push the bench press bar off himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled crookedly.

“Yes, Liu Wan, just like that. Lock him down and hit hard!”

Liu Dong’s situation was critical!