Super Monk

"No way, how can it be! Yamashita Jun has the most perfect body, strong physique, and strong perseverance, which can break Ivanov's world record. Why does Zhao Fugui have such strength? I will never believe it On the other side of the Japanese reporter also immediately burst the pot, a reporter exclaimed excitedly.

"Dope, it must be dope. This guy must have taken a large dose of dope, otherwise he would never have been able to catch up with Hirayama's world record!"

"Yes, maybe it's doping, or the barbell is hollow. There's no 120 kilos. I don't think there's even 60 kilos!" A Japanese reporter vowed.

The performance of Japanese and Chinese journalists is quite the opposite, but the audience doesn't care. After a few seconds of "buzzing" discussion, they immediately start screaming and cheering.

"It's so rich. It's so interesting to see the Japanese look shriveled." Zheng Yue and Xiao Lian are also excited, excited to cheer for Zhao Fugui.

"I didn't expect that Fugui could really compete with these international level Hercules. No, Fugui is even stronger than them!" Chen Yihan also looks closely at Zhao Fugui. She thinks that this must be the reason of Daoli. Zhao Fugui must have used Daoli, but Chen Yihan may not think that Zhao Fugui has not used Daoli at all.

Japanese reporters clamored one by one, questioning whether Zhao Fugui had taken stimulants, or that the dumbbell he raised did not have 120 kg at all. Zhao Fugui looked at these twisted Japanese reporters, hummed coldly, and threw the dumbbell at them.

A group of Japanese reporters must be black giant dumbbells flying to their own, immediately scared to cry dad called Niang, screamed, holding his head in a panic to escape.

But the dumbbell didn't fly into the crowd at all. It fell directly in front of the Japanese reporter's shooting area, making a loud bang and directly smashing a big hole in the ground.

The Japanese reporters saw the big pits on the ground, one by one pale, and no one dared to question the weight of the dumbbell. Without the weight of one or two hundred jin, how could such a big pit be smashed on the ground?

Doping? No 120 kilos? Can you throw 120 kilos of dumbbells so far with some dope? These Japanese reporters really think that doping is a kind of magic drug, so awesome.

These Japanese reporters looked at the pit not far in front of them and swallowed their saliva one by one in horror. They no longer dare to question Zhao Fugui. On the contrary, they began to worry that when they met such a powerful opponent, could they really hold the hope of the Japanese Empire?

"Mr. Zhao, don't throw the equipment out of the competition area!" Maris looked at Zhao Fugui in shock and said to him that he had no idea that there would be such a strong man in China.

One hundred and twenty kilos of dumbbells. If they hit people, it's not as simple as breaking bones and tendons. Maris doesn't want to see that happen.

"I'm sorry, my hand slipped!" Zhao Fugui shrugged to Maris and said casually. Then he took a provocative look at the field down the mountain. Didn't you say that Chinese people can't do it? I'll show you the power of Chinese people today.

"Hum, boy, it seems that you still have some ability, but you still have two links to do. When you pull the truck and come here, you are qualified to challenge me!" Yamashino said coldly.

"Yes? I hope you don't cry for mom when you lose the game Zhao Fugui disdained to curl his lips and went directly to Dongfeng truck.

Zhao Fugui asked to participate in the formal competition. Instead of going to the empty Dongfeng truck, he walked to a truck full of excavators like other foreign strongmen. Zhao Fugui grabs the thick rope on the ground, turns around and resists it on his shoulder.

"Zhao Fugui, come on! Zhao Fugui, come on

"Zhao Fugui, come on!"

In an instant, the roar of cheering was heard, which lasted for a long time in the sky of Honghe gymnasium. It was even louder than many football games.

Zhao Fugui firmly pulled the thick cable, and his body was strong. The huge Dongfeng heavy truck trailer plus several excavators on it weighed at least 20 to 30 tons, or even more. Zhao Fugui has never dragged such a heavy thing, especially when he started, he even felt that the Dongfeng heavy truck behind him was hard to shake.

But under the great power of Zhao Fugui, the heavy Dongfeng heavy truck froze tightly for two seconds, then began to move slowly, and then faster and faster, Zhao Fugui strode forward, directly dragging the heavy Dongfeng heavy truck forward.

"It's successful, it's successful, Zhao Fugui is wonderful, he's successful!" The audience cheered up in an instant. Zhao Fugui challenged two formal events in succession, which completely ignited the enthusiasm of the audience.

"He must have set a record. The heaviest drag record of Huaxia must be born today. I think that Dongfeng heavy truck plus several excavators will weigh at least 35 tons!" An audience said excitedly.

"There must be thirty-five tons, but the heaviest drag record in China is a fart. The drag weight is comparable to that of the world's first-class Hercules. I think Zhao Fugui even challenges the strength of Maris's C-130!""I'm afraid it's easy for Dongfeng to drag the Marcus to his record."

"He began to turn the tires. Look at that expression of yamashino, it's like eating excrement. He really thought he was the best! He dares to bully us. Now he knows how powerful he is! "

Yamashino's face is very ugly. He looks at Zhao Fugui turning the tire. He didn't expect that Zhao Fugui's strength is really so strong.

Zhao Fugui didn't even look down the mountain. With the warm-up of the first two links, Zhao Fugui felt that it was very easy to turn the tire. In a short time, he turned the huge tire to the designated position.

"Come on!" Zhao Fugui turns the tire to the designated position, kicks the huge tire away with one foot at will, and then points his hand to shanxiaye and grabs his finger contemptuously.

"Damn chinese, I'll let you know my strength!" Yamashino was furious and his eyes were a little cold. Then he bent down and held the huge round shot put. With a loud shout, he walked forward with the shot put in his arms.

Zhao Fugui also began to hold the shot. He thought the shot would weigh only one or two hundred jin, but after holding it, he found that it might weigh three or four hundred jin.

"Richness, be careful of that Japanese!" Just now, Xu Bin was injured in this link by yeyin. Seeing the beginning of this link, Chen Yihan immediately stood up worried and yelled to Zhao Fugui.