Two elbows propped on the hard stone roller, Uncle Zhang's muscles bulged, his right arm as pumped as a gym boss's, with the addition of a few traces of a bloodthirsty aura.
That was the aura accumulated over years of slaughtering pigs.
Xue Chuchu and Xue Yuantong felt a tug at their hearts, involuntarily worrying for Jiang Ning.
The neighborly old man shouted, "We agreed on 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8..."
Uncle Zhang's exertion was too fierce, his jowls quivered, ferocious like a pit bull!
"5, 4, 3!" the old man continued the countdown.
Uncle Zhang, unable to achieve success and seeing time running out, held his breath and roared,
"Fall!"
Mr. Qian jumped back in shock.
Jiang Ning calmly seated himself, allowing his opponent to use all his strength while his arm remained unmoved,
As soon as the 10 seconds were up, Jiang Ning applied a tiny bit of power and slowly pressed to the right.
Uncle Zhang felt it was not the arm of a human but a hydraulic press.
