"Huh?"
When everyone below the platform saw Lin Zichen casually kick his opponent off the Martial Platform, a single sound echoed through their minds.
Black Fatty had actually lost?
A freshman had kicked him off the platform?
How was that possible?!
Everyone there was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief. For a moment, they thought they were seeing things.
One senior girl was so shocked that her mouth formed a perfect O. It looked wide enough to fit two cucumbers, and with her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, her expression was downright exaggerated.
"How is this possible?!"
"How could you kick me off the Martial Platform so easily?!"
"This makes no sense!!"
Black Fatty rolled more than ten meters across the ground before coming to a stop. The moment he did, he sat up and shouted, his face full of disbelief.
He figured that he weighed over 250 pounds, and the soles of his shoes were rough and nonslip, giving him exceptionally strong friction with the ground. Usually, several people could push him while he stood there and still fail to move him. So how could a freshman kick him off the platform?!
It just wasn't reasonable!
And yet, no matter how unreasonable it seemed, it had happened right before everyone's eyes.
"Zichen, did you hold back during the Physical Fitness Test?"
Once Han Yuanfeng had recovered from his shock, he immediately looked at Lin Zichen on the platform and asked.
Lin Zichen lied without batting an eye. "Yeah, I held back, but not by much. The main reason I was able to kick the senior off the platform just now is that my legs naturally have incredible explosive power."
Han Yuanfeng didn't doubt him and quickly asked, "Zichen, how much weight can you lift with one hand