blenderwars Chapter 220: The savior gave me strength! Overwhelm the heroes!
Chapter 220: The savior gave me strength! Overwhelm the heroes!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This machine must be broken, it must be!
The tall and thin man who had recovered his senses immediately ran to the front of the strength testing machine, went up and down, and checked it carefully, as if he had to find out the loopholes in the machine.
However, Lin Feng's power is a serious power, and it is because he ate one-third of the eggs delivered by Jiang Yibai, the fundamental physical change, how could a thin and tall person detect it?
Sure enough, after more than ten minutes, the tall and thin man still failed to find the slightest problem after a careful and meticulous inspection.
But at this time, he still didn't believe what he saw, so he called Liu Tiezhu, who had just hit 120kg.
"Liu Tiezhu, come here and try again."
"Oh, six six zero" Okay. 99
Liu Tiezhu was originally watching a play, but he was called out by the tall and thin man. He did not object, but stood in front of the strength testing machine with the same thoughts as the tall and thin man.
"There must be a problem with the strength calibration of this machine. If I follow this ratio, my strength must exceed 500 kilograms."
Liu Tiezhu thought in his heart, he stood still, then clenched his fists and smashed the 'sandbag' violently.
"boom.""
"Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty...one hundred, one hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred and twenty-six kilograms.
"Huh? What's the matter? Why is it still more than 120 kilograms? Could it be that Lin Feng really punched more than 200 kilograms?
After the fight, Liu Tiezhu was the first to be startled by the power he played.
This result was completely incomparable with his expectation of being able to hit 500 kilograms, it was exactly his usual strength value.
This means that the power that Lin Feng hit just now is indeed the opponent's own true power.
"Damn it! Why is it still more than one hundred and twenty? Is the machine not broken?"
"How can he hit so much power when he's so thin?
"It won't really be the kind of Captain Eagle possessed!"
"It's too exaggerated, he is stronger than the average professional athlete according to his power-to-weight ratio."
At the same time that Liu Tiezhu was puzzled, the surrounding applicants also looked at each other one by one, believing that more than 200 kilograms was Lin Feng's true strength.
Of course, there was still one person who didn't think so, and this person was the tall and thin one.
"Is the machine normal? Well, it must have just broken down, and now it's normal again, no, I have to let that pork ribs peak try it out."
The tall and thin man muttered in his mouth, and shouted to Lin Feng again:
"Lin Feng, try again, this time is the final result.
"I've tried it twice.""
At this time, Lin Feng also saw that the tall and thin man was clearly struggling with himself, so there was already a hint of anger in his eyes.
"If you want to try, you can try. The machine in front was broken. Now that the machine is good, no matter what score you make, it will be your final score."
The tall and thin man reluctantly found an excuse to force his way.
"Well, this is what you said, everyone is watching, you won't go back on it, will you?"
Lin Feng glanced coldly at the tall and thin man, and asked seriously.
"I, if I go back on it, I am your grandson.
"Okay, it's a deal! Jiang Yibai, the savior, please give me strength!"
What Lin Feng was waiting for was what the other party said. When he stepped in front of the strength testing machine, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and suddenly punched the 'sandbag'.
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"Fifty, sixty, seventy...one hundred, one hundred one...two hundred, two hundred one...three hundred, three hundred one, three hundred and fifteen, Three hundred and sixteen, three hundred and seventeen.
"Three hundred and seventeen kilograms!
"Fuck! Over three hundred kilograms?"
"Again?"
"Is this guy the one who was last two days ago?
"It's been three times in a row, this time it's definitely right, damn, I've seen the Great God!
When the numbers on the strength testing machine were displayed, almost the entire testing center at the registration office was about to explode.
Now, except for Lin Feng's group, all the other group members have stopped their tests and came to Lin Feng's group one after another.
After everyone saw the figure of 317 kilograms, many people on the spot had their eyes wide open, their mouths opened wide, and their hands scratched their heads.
Incredible, simply incredible!
This achievement of Lin Feng is unbelievable not only for ordinary people, but also for the vast majority of boxers who have received professional training.
According to the ratio of weight to strength, he is completely comparable to the boxing champion of the same weight class.
"No, no, there must be something wrong, there must be something wrong? How could someone with less than 100 pounds hit 300 kilograms of force? It's definitely wrong."5
The tall and thin man's face was pale and pale, and he looked like he was anemic. He wanted to cry without tears, and was speechless.
"Wrong? This staff member, I remember what you just said. If you go back on your word, what are you doing?"
Lin Feng had long thought that the tall and thin man couldn't accept his grades, so he directly threw out what the guy said before.
"He said he repented, it was your grandson! Hahahaha! 39
"Hahahaha! 35
The tall and thin man hadn't spoken yet, and he didn't know where, when a loud voice came out.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of laughter from the testing center of the National Games Wastelander Registration Office.
"Who said I regretted it, I didn't, I didn't regret it, Lin, Lin Feng, the strength test, the test passed, the final score was 300, 317 kilograms."
After being laughed at by everyone for a while, the tall and thin man was still unwilling to be Lin Feng's grandson.
In desperation, he had no choice but to officially announce the results of 0.4 to the entire test center.
But then, he announced to Lin Feng's group with a puffed face:
"Next test: the 100-meter race. Qualifying time: 11.5 seconds. Everyone goes to the track and field, and take your place.
The tall and thin man walked towards the track and field with the statistics sheet between them, and cursed fiercely in his heart:
"Pork Ribs Peak, you damn bastard, in front of so many people, you made me unable to come down from the stage.
"Look at how I humiliated you in this 100-meter race.
"Yesterday you ran in 22 seconds, and today I have to shout out your score when I count down the seconds."
"I won't even let everyone know how slow your grades are. 35
Thinking, thinking, the tall and thin man has come to the track and field.