At The Beginning, The Global Physical Fitness Drops By A Hundred Times

Fan Jian shook his right arm and planned to get serious with Ye Xingchen.

"Come on, Ye Xingchen, let's use this table as an arena to arm-wrestle and win two out of three!"

After Fan Jian finished speaking, he rested his right elbow on a wooden table in the room.

Ye Xingchen glanced at the wooden table in the room. It was only one millimeter thick.

Wouldn't it be possible to wear this kind of crispy table if you just use your strength? When the time comes and I scratch myself with wood thorns, sawdust or something like that, it hurts so much!

Seeing that Ye Xingchen was unmoved, Fan Jian thought Ye Xingchen was scared.

Fan Jian made another mockery: "What? Are you scared? It's too late to admit defeat now! I don't force you to call us grandparents when you see us in the future, just stay away!"

"I am indeed afraid, but I am not afraid of you, but I am afraid that if I use force later, the table will be worn out! Let's change to a sturdy tabletop!"

"What?" Fan Jian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly again, "Hahahaha, you made me laugh so hard. Did I hear it wrong? With your little strength, you even pierced the tabletop. How do you think you are?" What is it? The sun is wearing a wooden board? If you are scared, just say so and go back to where you came from!"

Zhao Wen also felt that Ye Xingchen was scared and deliberately made excuses.

So Zhao Wen also smiled contemptuously: "The kitchen countertop is made of concrete! Now, you don't have to worry about the countertop being worn, right?"

"Okay! Just go there!"

After Ye Xingchen finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen without looking back.

"Um?"

Fan Jian looked at Ye Xingchen's confident look and couldn't figure out where Ye Xingchen's confidence came from.

To be honest, Ye Xingchen did give Fan Jian an indescribable feeling today.

But Fan Jian didn't think much about it, just thinking that he had just shot Zhao Wen twice and was a little tired.

Fan Jian waved his arm and followed Ye Xingchen into the kitchen with the same confidence.

Fan Jian showed his right arm again without hesitation and placed it on the concrete stove.

"Ye Xingchen, you have no excuses this time, right? Come on! Tonight I will let you see what it means to be a real man!"

After hearing what Fan Jian said, Ye Xingchen quickly stretched out his right arm, preparing to teach Fan Jian a lesson.

But soon, Ye Xingchen paused for a moment before shouting to stop again.

"Wait a moment!"

"I wiped it? What the hell happened to you? What excuse are you trying to make?"

Fan Jian was already angry.

"I'm too strong. I'm worried that I'll break your wrist if I use too much force! I still have to take care of my dad, and I don't want to get into trouble for such a bastard!"

"Damn it? I have never seen such an arrogant person in my whole life!" Fan Jian looked at Ye Xingchen with a suspicious look on his face, "Don't you know that you will lose, so you deliberately create difficulties for yourself, and then you have Is that an excuse for losing?"

"It must be!" Zhao Wenxiang nodded in agreement with Fan Jian's conjecture without thinking, "I still don't know who this poor loser is? She must be showing off!"

"Hmph..." Ye Xingchen couldn't help but snorted, "Whether it's just a show or a real gun, you'll know if you try it!"

"Okay! When you lose, don't say that I took advantage of you!"

Fan Jian once again put his right arm on the stove.

This time, Ye Xingchen had no worries. He slowly stretched out his right hand and gently held the bottom of Fan Jian's arm.

"Are you ready? When you're ready, I'll start... just start... just drive... just... I'll rub it?"

Fan Jian quickly exerted his strength after seeing Ye Xingchen's preparation, trying to win in the shortest time, and then continued to fight Zhao Wen with real swords and guns.

But a scene appeared that made Fan Jian stunned or doubtful about his life.

Fan Jian was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, Ye Xingchen's right hand was like an iron pliers clamping his arm, and it would not move at all!

"How can it be?!"

Fan Jian put all his effort into sucking the milk, and even the veins on his forehead popped out.

"I've let you go for so long, it's time for me to exert my strength!"

Ye Xingchen smiled contemptuously, and with a little effort, he easily suppressed Fan Jian's right arm.

In the first game, Ye Xingchen easily won without any surprise.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Fan Jian couldn't accept the scene in front of him and stood up straight angrily.

"This stinky loser must have cheated and used some means we don't know about!"

Zhao Wen couldn't help but screamed when she saw that this kind of competition actually allowed Ye Xingchen to win.

"You bastard! Dare you cheat? You're looking for a beating!"

When Fan Jian heard Zhao Wen's words, he became furious and waved his fist to beat Ye Xingchen.

But in Ye Xingchen's eyes, Fan Jian's speed was really pitifully slow.

Ye Xingchen easily pressed Fan Jian's forehead with his right palm accurately.

"Son of a bitch!"

Fan Jian tried to hit him countless times, but Ye Xingchen's right hand didn't move at all. No matter how hard Fan Jian tried, he couldn't move Ye Xingchen in the slightest.

"I'll kill you!"

In desperation, Fan Jian lost his mind, swung his arms like windmills, and tried to hit Ye Xingchen with his fist.

But Fan Jian ignored one fact.

Fan Jian is not tall and his hands are not as long as Ye Xingchen.

No matter how Fan Jian swung his arms into a giant windmill, he still couldn't touch a single hair on Ye Xingchen.

After a while, Fan Jian was tired and his sanity began to gradually return.

Fan Jian understood something, and suddenly took a few steps back, pointing at Ye Xingchen with a horrified look on his face: "You... how is it possible... why are you so strong? Compared with those strongmen in the Guinness Book of Records, it's even stronger Stronger! How is that possible!"

"Hmph!" Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, "It's good to know! Do you think it's necessary to have a second round of this competition? You'd better obey the previous bet, otherwise... it's not difficult for you to imagine the consequences. Bar?"

"You..." Fan Jian wanted to say something else, but suddenly he found the villa key card hanging on Ye Xingchen's waist, "This logo... the key card of Yunhe Villa?! How is that possible! How could you be in Yunhe Villa?" How about a house in Crane Villa? That’s a villa worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions! Even my boss can only dream of living there!”

"What?!"

After hearing Fan Jian's words, Zhao Wen couldn't calm down for an instant.

Zhao Wen rolled her eyes, then ran towards Ye Xingchen crying.

"Husband! Fan Jian forced me to do this! Today he suddenly came to my house and put a wooden nail on my neck. He also threatened me that if I don't obey him tonight, he will kill you and me. ...I was forced to do so..."

"What the hell? Wenwen! You..."

Ye Xingchen pushed Zhao Wen away ruthlessly, and then glanced at Fan Jian and Zhao Wen coldly: "Execute the previous bet!"

"Husband! You have to understand me!"

Zhao Wen collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly.

"MD...stinky cousin!"

Fan Jian also saw Zhao Wen's true face clearly at this moment.

"I don't want to say it again!"

Ye Xingchen roared impatiently.

Zhao Wen and Fan Jian squatted outside the door angrily.

Two harsh voices sounded in the empty corridor.

"I am a dog adulterer...I am...I am..."

"I am a bitch...I am...I am..."