"Holy crap! Beast! Absolute beast!"
"Oh my god! That's huge! I never expected it! Seriously, never expected it!"
"I'm dizzy... I saw two giant mutant birds in one day. Am I hallucinating or what—?"
"Ah! No wonder they call it the Alpha Rod! The aura is killer!"
"Whoa, looks like there are barbs up front! Maybe that's how you trigger the legendary Hanging Bell move!?"
As soon as Shawn Young’s prized possession revealed its fierce and menacing glory, the crowd of guys erupted in shrieks. None of them expected Shawn Young’s Alpha Rod to be no smaller than Gus Stallion’s—in fact, it was even bigger and longer! And it looked way more savage and intimidating!
"Uh—honestly, it’s pretty impressive!" Gus Stallion was genuinely shocked, and his own equipment instinctively shrank back a little.
"Heh! Big, right? Wild, right? Fierce, right? So, what do you think? Scared yet?" Alex Easton boasted, hands on his hips, shouting at Gus Stallion as if Shawn Young’s Alpha Rod was his own.
"Scared? Heh, who have I, Gus Stallion, ever been afraid of? But I’ll admit, the History Department’s Alpha Rod is not bad! But today, we’re not comparing size or length—we’re testing strength! Come on! Let me show you what real power looks like!" Gus Stallion grinned wickedly, sat down on a bench, and grabbed a dumbbell weighing over ten pounds, pressing it onto his *.
"Watch closely! Hmph—" Gus Stallion braced himself, planted his feet, and shouted. The dumbbell was lifted by his equipment, then dropped, then lifted again, like a weightlifter training—one, two, three—he managed more than twenty reps in one go.
"Wow! Savage! Incredible!!"
"When the Rod King appears, his dominance is unstoppable!"
"Fierce! Wild! Crazy! A man among men! The cream of the crop!!"
The crowd of guys got even more riled up, buzzing with excitement. At that moment, Gus Stallion turned to Shawn Young and said, "Kid, your Alpha Rod is one of the fiercest I’ve ever seen! So today, I’ll give you some respect—let you lose fair and square! Watch closely and see my true strength!"
After finishing his boast, Gus Stallion grabbed another dumbbell and stacked it on top. He turned to Shawn Young and said, "Watch carefully!" He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed up, abs flexed, veins bulging on his neck. He glared and roared, "Lift!"
Both dumbbells stacked on his equipment were lifted and held in place for a good ten seconds. "Down!" Gus Stallion shouted, and the dumbbells slowly lowered back down.
The combined weight of those two dumbbells was at least thirty jin—about as heavy as a full bucket of water. And this guy didn’t use his waist or legs at all; he lifted all thirty jin just with his equipment! He really was a stallion among men, maybe even a beast!
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then erupted into wild screams, whistles, and frantic applause—they were convinced! Totally convinced! The guys who’d placed big bets were so excited their eyes practically glowed green.
Meanwhile, Alex Easton, Danny Dean, and Jake Jewel all looked pale as ghosts. Because, except for the three of them, everyone else had bet on Gus Stallion—especially Jake Jewel, whose face was even whiter, deathly pale in fact, for one simple reason: he’d placed the biggest bet on Shawn Young!
"Damn!—That strength really is savage!" Shawn Young’s scalp tingled. All the confidence he’d built up vanished, because he wasn’t sure his own equipment could pull off such a feat.