After a few seconds of stunned silence, Trillian's shock turned to joy, and she asked expectantly, "Can I? Will it bother you?"
"No." Draco didn't even put down the barbell; he simply bent his supporting leg slightly, lowering his center of gravity so the barbell was just the right height for her to sit on. "Come on, sit here."
The onlookers were in an uproar. "Is he crazy? That's 260 kilograms! Add the weight of a person to that..."
"That girl must weigh at least 50 kilograms, right? That's over 300 kilograms in total! How can he possibly handle that?"
Under everyone's gaze, Trillian gripped the barbell with her hands, then lifted one leg, stepped over the barbell, and slowly sat down, her hands gripping the sides of the barbell.
As Trillian settled in, Draco lifted her and the weight of the barbell. "Ready?" Draco asked her.
"Alright!"
Having received a reply, Draco immediately began weighted squats.
With each up-and-down movement, Trillian's body rose and fell accordingly, the curves beneath her tight-fitting clothes trembling with each movement.
Then, Trillian's breathing became rapid, not out of fear, but because of a strange excitement born from the intertwining of a feeling of weightlessness and the security of being lifted.
"Ah..." Trillian gasped softly, her fingers gripping the barbell tightly. The barbell was perfectly stable, showing no sign of shifting, but as the movement continued, she gradually began to experience a strange sensation.
Each rise and fall carried an indescribable rhythm, and coupled with the countless burning gazes around her, a mixture of shame and excited pleasure instantly swept over her entire body.
The women in the surrounding audience were stunned; some even squeezed their legs together—the visual impact was simply too strong.
A thin, frail young man held a heavy barbell in one hand, with a beautiful girl sitting on top of it, yet he remained unfazed, as if it were all effortless. That strength and sense of control sent a strange heat through many women.
"Oh my god... this is so exciting..."
"My... my legs are a little weak..."
"He's so handsome... really so handsome..."
"That girl is so lucky..."
"This man... I need to change my pants... really..."
The reactions of the muscular men were much more complex; some were completely convinced, while others were still looking for weaknesses.
But no matter how you looked at it, Draco's movements were flawless; some people, however, began to question their existence, muttering to themselves:
"What have I been training for all these years?"
The man sparring with Draco kept muttering, "Fake... it must be fake... this doesn't make sense in physics..."
But that was just him trying to comfort himself; he had lost!
Draco ignored this and did a dozen squats until he felt he had done enough. Then he slowly stood up and gently lowered the barbell Trillian together with one hand.
Trillian jumped down, her legs still a little weak. She hugged Draco's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"Young Master..." Trillian looked at him with dazed eyes.
Draco gently patted her bottom, signaling her to steady herself, then glanced around at the petrified crowd and said calmly:
Who else wants to compete?
The muscular men were completely silent. The image of lifting hundreds of kilograms of barbell with one hand was still etched in their memories. Faced with absolute strength, no one dared to challenge them when it came to barbells.
Just then, a man stepped forward and said, "Strength doesn't equal endurance! Let's have a pull-up contest!"
A burst of overjoyed cheers erupted from the onlookers.
"It's Iron Hook David!"
"He's the pull-up king of this ship!"
"Yes! Jack made 58 in one go last time!"
Some people were pessimistic about Draco: "Kid, don't think you're all that just because you're strong. Pull-ups are purely a matter of physical strength."
"Young Master..." Trillian looked worried and gently tugged at Draco's sleeve, afraid that he would be provoked and act impulsively.
"Don't doubt me, I'm perfectly capable." Draco's tone exuded an undeniable arrogance, and that confidence made Trillian's heart tremble. Although she still felt a little uneasy, she was also inexplicably relieved and could only silently step aside.
The women watching erupted in screams; Draco's domineering CEO aura was more lethal than his muscular physique.
The muscular men were seething with envy, but could only sarcastically remark, "Those who show off will get struck by lightning!"
"Don't lie on the ground and be unable to get up later!"
"Exactly, what if we can't even upload it later!"
Hearing the murmurs and whispers that carried a hint of sarcasm, Draco didn't bother to argue. "No need for pointless chatter, please."
As he spoke, he made a "please" gesture.
Without another word, the crowd led the group to the professional horizontal bar area. The once spacious area was now packed with people, all holding their breath and waiting for the competition to officially begin.
Draco and the man who had accepted the challenge walked to the bottom of the horizontal bar. Draco moved silently, Silencio a Levitation Charm on himself, and gracefully suspended himself above the bar.
The man also hung up on the horizontal bar, Draco gestured for him to go first.
The man who accepted the challenge was also a straightforward person. He immediately gripped the horizontal bar and started doing pull-ups. As he completed each movement, Draco beside him followed suit, the two of them one after the other.
"1, 2, 3..." The onlookers spontaneously counted out.
"50, 51..." When they reached the sixtieth, the entire arena erupted in cheers and applause, their faces filled with excitement.
David's usual record is only around fifty, but today he broke his own limit and surpassed his previous achievements.
"Awesome! You broke the usual record!"
"Maybe they're just fooling us all along!"
"Indeed, this scoundrel is quite the actor!"
Many acquaintances around him laughed and joked, teasing David for hiding his true abilities and deliberately concealing them.
But David, who was exerting himself, had no energy left to respond to the teasing and joking of the crowd. His muscles were tense, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his breathing gradually became rapid and heavy, and his body was showing obvious signs of weakness and fatigue, with his limbs feeling sore and numb.
As we all know, doing pull-ups requires maintaining your breath and rhythm. You can keep doing them with your mouth closed, but once you open your mouth, the air in your body dissipates, and you can no longer break through.
"65, 66..."
Some people defended him, saying, "Of course you don't need to exert yourself if you have no opponent, but today you've met a tough nut to crack, so you have no choice but to do it."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Draco, who stood to the side. They were all taken aback, for Draco had remained calm and composed throughout, his breathing steady and long, showing no signs of fatigue or weakness whatsoever.
"My goodness, he doesn't seem tired at all..."
"Compared to David, he's like he's on vacation..."
"The difference is just too big..."
The women noticed the stark contrast between the two men, stating bluntly that their physical endurance was on completely different levels.