A Trifle

Everyone began placing bets, but almost all of them bet on White Hair. No one thought Jiang Yan Hai would win. Jiang Yan Hai might have been better at covert infiltration, but this was a contest of strength, not military skills.

So naturally, everyone favored Inov. After thinking for a moment, Black Lion pulled out a hundred dollars and said directly, "I'm betting on Technician."

"Come on, Boss, you can't do this. You can't willingly lose money just to save his face," someone beside him immediately shouted.

"Who said that? Can't I just think Technician will win?" Black Lion replied bluntly.

Jiang Yan Hai smiled. This guy was rather interesting.

"Come on, let's begin." Jiang Yan Hai looked at Inov with a smile.

"Come!" Inov reached out and grabbed Jiang Yan Hai's hand. Their hand sizes alone showed the difference. Inov holding Jiang Yan Hai's hand was like Jiang Yan Hai holding Li Ruo Bai's hand. The size difference was enormous.

It gave people the feeling that with one squeeze, he could crush Jiang Yan Hai's hand.

Black Lion walked over, gripped their clasped hands, glanced from side to side, and said, "Pay attention. You start when I say so."

"Three, two, one. Start!" The instant he called out, Black Lion released their hands.

Inov immediately exerted force. The veins on his arm bulged thickly. "Come on!" the people around them shouted, but what they had not expected was that although Inov was clearly straining, Jiang Yan Hai's arm remained there, utterly motionless!

Jiang Yan Hai could feel that Inov was immensely strong, but there was still quite a gap between that strength and his own.

His physical capabilities had already reached their peak. At present, they could no longer improve at all, yet Inov was still thirty points behind