Pull-up Bar Ten Exercises, Bar Destroyed, Person Dies

Xue Daochao leaped slightly, his hands reaching the pull-up bar, and then he began to exert force to pull his entire body up.

The explosive power of his arms lifted his upper body high over the pull-up bar, clearly not a normal pull-up exercise.

"A double muscle arm, not bad."

Squad Leader Chen Ting, experienced and knowledgeable, immediately recognized that the action of Xue Daochao pulling himself up so high was a double muscle arm, requiring strong explosive arm strength.

However, his lower body swayed a bit; it seemed he used a combination of technique and some explosive power to pull himself up.

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Xue Daochao completed three double muscle arms in a row before switching to regular pull-ups.

Even with regular pull-ups, he managed nearly twenty before slowly decreasing his speed and finally landing on the ground.

He had already firmly surpassed Ji Baichang, and his number of pull-ups completely crushed the other new recruits.

"Hmph, how about that, Ji Baichang? You're washing my clothes for a week."

Xue Daochao deliberately walked up to Ji Baichang and showed off a little.

Ji Baichang's face turned bright red with anger.

He had originally thought he would definitely crush this guy in this particular event.

After all, he'd been single for nineteen years, and his 'Kirin arms' weren't a joke; the pull-up bar was easy for him.

What he hadn't expected was that this guy, Xue Daochao! Had actually practiced specifically for it!

That double muscle arm thing he did, ordinary people who hadn't practiced it definitely couldn't do it!

He had tried it before but found his arm explosiveness completely insufficient.

Washing this guy's clothes for a week! Damn it! Just thinking about it made him furious!

Could this brat have specifically divined his fortune before making the bet today???

Thinking of this, Ji Baichang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Was this guy really that strange?

"Not bad. If you train for another three months in the new recruit company, you should be able to break thirty. When you're assigned to a company, if you don't mess up in other subjects, I'll bring you to the Special Operations Brigade."

"Do you want to be a Special Forces soldier?"

Squad Leader Chen Ting suddenly asked Xue Daochao.

This question stunned not only Xue Daochao and Ji Baichang beside him but also the other new recruits who were hanging on the pull-up bar, grimacing in pain.

Weren't they all enlisting to become Special Forces soldiers?

Could their squad leader be so capable that he could directly send them to become Special Forces soldiers?!

Holy crap! An old squad leader is truly an old squad leader! He has wide connections!

Just as everyone was fantasizing about the legendary Special Forces, Xue Daochao nodded and replied in a loud, clear voice:

"Report, Squad Leader, I really want to be a Special Forces soldier."

"Good, very good. Then work hard from now on. With your physical fitness, you should have no problem passing the assessment and selection for the Special Operations Brigade when you're assigned to a company."

Chen Ting nodded, his gaze towards Xue Daochao filled with satisfaction.

This was indeed a talent. His speed in the three-kilometer run was barely acceptable; after three months in the new recruit company, he should be able to get a bit faster.

He could also pull himself up quite well on the bar; after three months, there would be a significant improvement.

"Squad Leader! Then is there a chance for me to enter the Special Operations Brigade? I want to be a Special Forces soldier too!"

Upon hearing that Xue Daochao had a chance to go to the Special Operations Brigade and become a Special Forces soldier, Ji Baichang, who was beside him, became anxious.

He wanted to be a Special Forces soldier too!

What was the difference between enlisting and not becoming a Special Forces soldier, and drinking fried dough sticks dipped in salty soy milk?

"You, you need to train more. You might be passable then."

"What's important is for me to see your effort over these three months. If you work very hard, even if your current physical fitness scores aren't great, but I can clearly see your progress, then sending you to the Special Operations Brigade won't be a problem."

"I've been a veteran for sixteen years now; I wouldn't lie to you about this."

Squad Leader Chen Ting took a sip of water from his canteen, moistening his throat.

By saying this, he also gave a glimmer of hope to the other new recruits whose physical fitness wasn't up to par.

After all, not everyone starts with a high starting point. Many veterans in the Special Operations Brigade initially had poor scores as new recruits but trained hard to improve later on.

Talent can only determine how high a person can jump, while effort often determines how far a person can ultimately go.

"Squad Leader, is it my turn to do pull-ups next?"

Lü Qinglong's voice came from above the crowd.

Immediately after, they saw his massive physique, carrying an unstoppable momentum, standing before the pull-up bar.

The pull-up bar, which the other new recruits had to look up at, was barely at Lü Qinglong's neck height, given his full two-and-a-half-meter stature.

It was somewhat like throwing a one-meter-eight adult into a children's inflatable castle.

Lü Qinglong gripped the outermost edge of the pull-up bar with both hands, then tucked his legs up, managing to hang just below the bar.

His knees would occasionally brush the ground.

But this was already his limit.

"Huh? Brother Long is so heavy, I feel like the pull-up bar is about to collapse," one of the new recruits said.

"Pull-up bar: I'm bearing a weight far beyond my years."

The new recruits stared at the bar, its poles dug into the earth, and couldn't help but ask questions from the depths of their souls.

Lü Qinglong paid them no mind. The latissimus dorsi muscles on his back contracted sharply, and his arms exerted force. The muscles in his forearms were clearly defined, each one filled with a sense of power, as if they could crush rock with ease.

As his body rose and fell, Ji Baichang, standing nearby, opened his mouth wide and unconsciously began counting for him:

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-two."

"Twenty-three!"

Lü Qinglong was like a tireless machine, his arms like two extremely thick springs, constantly performing the motion of pulling up and letting down.

Even Ji Baichang had a hallucination, feeling as if Lü Qinglong was about to crush the alloy bar of the pull-up bar!

"Eighty-one!"

"Eighty-two!"

"Oi!"

Lü Qinglong exerted force again, and his entire body, along with the power generated by his arms and latissimus dorsi, pulled his upper body onto the pull-up bar.

It was the double muscle arm technique that Xue Daochao had just completed!

He dropped, then pulled up sharply!

This motion was repeated nearly ten times.

Finally.

The pull-up bar could no longer bear the load. The fixed poles rooted in the earth on both sides were directly yanked out. The once tall pull-up bar was forcibly pulled out by Lü Qinglong and toppled forward.

However, a second before the pull-up bar was dragged down, Lü Qinglong released his tucked legs and stood firmly on the ground.

Looking at the pull-up bar he had accidentally pulled over in his hand, he looked at Squad Leader Chen Ting with an embarrassed expression.