Published at 9th of December 2024 9:46 am

Chapter 300: The Last Straw that Breaks the Old Ox’s Back

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This push-up event was his best chance to beat Xu Fan. If even his strongest suit of strength couldn’t overcome Xu Fan, then what grounds did Li Niu have to claim the championship title of the sports meet?

More importantly, he had just boasted boastfully, making a bet with Xu Fan. If he lost, he’d have to kneel and call the other person “grandpa.”

“I absolutely cannot lose!” Li Niu roared in his heart, and with strength he didn’t know he had he began to rapidly perform push-ups at a much faster pace than before.

However, because he was doing them quickly, the push-ups he was performing were no longer very standard—they just barely met the requirements. Compared to Xu Fan’s movements, which were precise and flawless, Li Niu’s fell short.

Even so, Li Niu’s speed still was unable to keep up with Xu Fan, from 78:100, the score had now dropped to 150:220.

“He’s very skinny, even though he has explosive strength, he definitely can’t have the stamina I do. As long as I can drag this out to the end, I can definitely beat him!” Li Niu wasn’t impulsive in sports; on the contrary, he was rather clever, quickly analyzing the situation.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your time is up, isn’t it time to stop?” the timekeeper with the stopwatch reminded the two fiercely competing teams.

These two nearly dropped the jaws of the staff members. They had seen strong people before, but had never seen anyone with as much strength as Xu Fan and Li Niu.

An average person, even without a child on their back, would definitely not be able to do hundreds of push-ups, just like the other competitors who had flopped to the ground earlier—most of them did only a few to a dozen. For ordinary people, that was already the limit.

However, for Xu Fan and Li Niu, it was clearly not the case. Xu Fan, being a Cultivator with an iron-like body—and having been enhanced by a Pei Yuan Pill—probably had more strength than an excavator. Carrying Tongtong, a little girl who weighed about thirty-something pounds, was far from Xu Fan’s limit. If the referee did not call for a stop, Xu Fan could keep doing push-ups until the referee collapsed and fell asleep.

Unaware of these facts, Li Niu assumed Xu Fan was just an athlete with a slender body and strong explosive power, so he used all his strength, as if he was fighting with the force of nine bulls and two tigers, frantically doing push-ups.

His “brat” on his back was at least sixty pounds heavier than Tongtong.

It wouldn’t have been noticeable if he just did a few dozen push-ups, but Li Niu had almost reached two hundred, and Li Xiaoniu on his back seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Li Niu was panting heavily and could no longer maintain the ease he felt at the beginning.

“Gentlemen, you’ve been going for three minutes now; I think it’s time to call it quits. After all, it is friendship first, competition second,” the staff member suggested when he saw the two men determined to outdo each other.

The truth was that the staff member was somewhat biased towards Li Niu, having noticed that despite Li Niu’s burly appearance and explosive strength, he was visibly tired. Although he was still doing push-ups, they were no longer as precise, and his forehead glistened with sweat.

In contrast, Xu Fan might look refined and handsome, not a match for Li Niu, but once the competition started, his true capabilities were revealed.

As soon as the timekeeper started the clock, Xu Fan began his push-ups with impeccable form, without a single error, and what was more impressive was that he maintained a consistent frequency from start to now. Having done close to three hundred push-ups, his pace was still unchanged, which even the scorekeeper silently counting for him found a bit miraculous.

Other scorekeepers had to verbalize their count, because it’s easy to lose track otherwise, but the scorekeeper in front of Xu Fan had no such concern. Xu Fan’s push-ups were rhythmic from start to finish—there was no need to count out loud; he just had to silently read the numbers in his head. By then, he had counted to 258, and Xu Fan’s pace had not faltered at all.

At this moment, Li Niu found himself in a difficult position. He had not anticipated Xu Fan to be so formidable. Even his own much-prized strength was utterly oppressed by Xu Fan. Even though the push-ups Li Niu was now doing were far from as precise as at the beginning, he was still a whopping eighty behind Xu Fan.

And still, Xu Fan continued, unphased by the staff member’s plea, resolutely performing one push-up after another, as if he were a machine programmed only to move up and down, rather than a being of flesh and blood.

Li Niu, already unable to keep up with Xu Fan’s rhythm, was feeling fatigue in his arms. He could have done hundreds, perhaps thousands, if it weren’t for his hefty son, but bearing such a burden significantly undermined his performance—having done not even two hundred, he was starting to feel overpowered.

Xu Fan, however, kept going, completely ignoring the staff member’s advice. Since Li Niu had already bet with him, Xu Fan wanted to let him know who the real “grandson” was.

Another minute passed, Xu Fan’s rhythm remained steady, and the count reached 342.

All the spectators gathered around, cheering for Xu Fan and counting along with the scorekeeper.

The crowd initially wasn’t aware of how many push-ups Xu Fan had done, but with every hundred, the scorekeeper would shout, prompting the onlookers to spontaneously start keeping track for Xu Fan.

As for Li Niu, the crowd no longer cared; they had left him out of their attention, indifferent to his count since it was certainly less than Xu Fan’s.

Li Niu’s arms felt like they were filled with lead. He had done only about 230, but it seemed his strength was spent. Each new push-up seemed to drain all he had left, and his son on his back was like the final straw breaking his back.

“Bang!”

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